God of War dad's glorious life

Chapter 293 Unless
Sobbing, Yang Mulan threw herself into Li Zhan's arms, hugged his waist, and pressed her face against his chest.

Listening to his strong heartbeat and feeling his heartbeat, Yang Mulan's cold and lonely heart seemed to have a destination all of a sudden.

"You must not abandon me! Wherever you go, I will go with you! If you are not here, then I will accompany you, even if I die!"

"I fell in love with you with great difficulty. Whatever you say this time, let's not separate!"

Hearing Yang Mulan's resolute words, Li Zhan was shocked and twitched violently.

It would be a lie to say that you are not impressed.

This silly girl!
He stretched out his hand to hold Yang Mulan in his arms, stroked Yang Mulan's long hair gently, and murmured softly: "Never separate, never separate..."

As he spoke, Li Zhan sighed in frustration, he was so stupid...it made Yang Mulan cry again.

Regarding the matter of leaving, it seems that a long-term plan is needed.

But... this matter is a bit difficult!

It is impossible for him to bring Yang Mulan back to his own world...

Ok?
Thinking of this possibility, Li Zhan's eyes lit up, and there was a flash of emotion, thinking about the feasibility.

Yang Mulan lay in Li Zhan's arms in silence for a while, then slowly raised her head, and wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand.

Seeing that Yang Mulan had calmed down, Li Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, scratched her nose lovingly, and said softly.

"You girl, why are you so stubborn."
"Hmph, who told you to say that." Yang Mulan pouted her mouth, stared at her big eyes arrogantly, and snorted softly.

Li Zhan smiled wryly and did not continue speaking.

His gaze involuntarily looked at the distant sky, with a deep look in his gaze.

"it's time…"

……

Before I knew it, time slipped away quietly.

As night fell, the moon was at its zenith, and the night sky was dotted with stars, bright and clear. At this time, it was getting late, and the entire Jinling City was shrouded in hazy mist.

King Xia's mansion was brightly lit, creating a bustling scene.

The mansion occupies the best location in the southwest of Jinling City, covering an extremely wide area.

The outer wall of the mansion is several feet high, and the buildings inside are well arranged, including garden paths, gazebos, lakes, pavilions and so on.

Unique shape, attractive!
And the inside of the mansion is even more magnificent and extravagant,
It can be called the number one mansion in Jinling City!

This place is like a palace, with gold carvings and jade construction, magnificent, revealing the demeanor and honor of nobility everywhere, and showing the aura of the Great Xia royal family everywhere.

And owning this huge palace, its owner's status is self-evident.

The only prince of the Great Xia royal family... Xia Yi Temple!

This is a somewhat dark hall, and the surroundings of the hall are full of gloomy atmosphere, which makes people feel a little oppressed and heavy.

The light in the hall was a bit dim, and the figure on the bed could not be seen clearly, but through the gauze curtain, it could be vaguely seen that the person lying on the bed was a man.

"Squeak..."

The door was gently pushed open, and a beautiful maid walked in slowly with a tray.

on the tray.

A bowl of pitch-black concoction was placed, and the concoction exuded a pungent medicinal smell, which made people want to vomit.

"My lord, it's time to drink the medicine."

The maid finished speaking with her head down, put down the medicine bowl, then quietly retreated out, and closed the door behind her.

"sieve…"

The gauze curtain on the bed was slowly opened by a big pale and bloodless hand, and immediately after that, a pale and sickly face appeared.

This person was emaciated, with shriveled skin, haggard face, all the hair on his head had turned white, and his eyes had become cloudy, like a mummy that had lost its soul.

This person doesn't look like a person, and the ghost doesn't look like a ghost... It's hard to believe that he is Xia Yi Temple, the King of Xia!

Xia Yici sat up slowly, grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands, and stood up with his body shaking slightly.

suddenly!

His legs went limp, his pale hands waved wildly, trying to grab something but he couldn't hold it firmly, plop!He fell down the steps of the bed all of a sudden.

Xia Yici lay on his back on the ground, his body trembled, his fingers twitched slightly, and the whole person stopped moving, as if he was dead.

at this time.

"call…"

The closed door was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind.

An old man in a black Taoist robe suddenly appeared in the room.

The old man was tall and tall, about two meters tall. He was wearing a black shirt with a weird and hideous skull embroidered on the neckline and cuffs.

The skeleton looked like a living thing, and there seemed to be a chill in its mouth.

The old man was completely covered in a black robe, with his hands behind his back, standing quietly on the spot, with a pair of black pupils that were as black as ink, like a bottomless pit, silently looking at the Xia Yi Temple on the ground.

"Yang qi is depleted, yin and evil qi are pervasive, qi and blood are weak, and I fear that I will die soon..."

As he said that, the old man paused and suddenly sighed.

He reached into his bosom and took out a red pill that exuded a strong bloody smell. With a flick of his finger, the red pill shot straight into Xia Yici's mouth.

A miraculous scene happened.

I saw Xia Yici's pale and bloodless face turned rosy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his gray hair quickly turned back to black.

After a moment, his pale and shriveled body regained its vitality and returned to its original state.

Xia Yici's brows and eyes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, but he soon became clear.

He put his hands on the ground and got up from the ground with pain all over his body.

Xia Yici raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him, looked up and down at the old man's attire, thought for a while, and then his body and mind were shocked: "You... are you that black magician?"

The Black Demon Daoist glanced at Xia Yi Temple and nodded slightly.

"The queen mother asked me to check on your condition..."

"Mother?"

Xia Yi Temple was taken aback when he heard the words, his face suddenly became ecstatic, and he quickly bowed to salute, with a very respectful voice: "I also ask the Taoist priest to cast a spell to help me heal my injury."
"There is no cure for your condition, unless..."

The Black Demon Daoist looked at Xia Yi Temple for a long time, then paused for a moment, with helplessness in his voice.

"Unless what?!"
When Xia Yici heard the words, a look of anxiety suddenly appeared on his face, and he asked eagerly.

"Unless the body is nourished with dragon energy... there will be a glimmer of life." The black magician said flatly.

"How did you get this dragon aura?" Xia Yici frowned, looking at the black demon priest with a puzzled expression.

"Under the dragon chair is full of dragon energy, just sit on it." The voice of the black magician came out, unhurriedly.

"Dragon Chair?!"
Xia Yici was shocked when he heard the words, his eyes widened, his body couldn't help shaking violently, and an expression of extreme struggle appeared on his face.

You must know that the dragon chair is the exclusive throne for the king of a country, and only the king is qualified to sit on it. It represents the majesty of the emperor and is the supreme existence.

And in this Great Xia Dynasty, the only person who is qualified to sit on the dragon chair is the current emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty... Emperor Xia!
(End of this chapter)