The general went out again at night

The cold blade on her back was close to her clothes, and a bloody feeling spread in Cai Zhujun's heart. She gritted her teeth and was ready to endure the pain, but the blade stopped the moment it touched the skin of her back.

Cai Zhujun could feel the obvious pause, and then the oppressive feeling was slowly left behind, completely unexpected, but she had no time to look back, for them, escape was the most important thing.

After gaining enough spiritual power, Cai Zhujun ran forward at full speed holding Yang Xiyu, and soon, their figures disappeared in a bamboo forest.

Crimson purple stopped her spiritual power, and the purple light surrounded her body.She put her feet together and stopped in place, motionless.Her expression froze in a strange way, her lips parted slightly, with a hint of disbelief.

She stared blankly at the palm of her hand, with a pained look on her immature and fair face.On the palm of her hand, the light of a blue vein line is fading, and it has receded to the end at this time, which means...

"Aniang!" Jiang Zi called out in a mournful voice, and then her whole face was wrinkled, and her eyes were full of anger.She turned around and turned into a ray of purple light dancing among the trees.

Beside the mountain spring, Wei Lan had only a weak breath left, a bird stopped on her shoulder and chirped non-stop, and pecked the small flowers on her clothes with its beak.She was powerless to drive it away. It was really ridiculous that a spirit who had been made in a tree coffin for a hundred years should end up in such a miserable state.

"Aniang!" Jiang Zi's voice came from a distance.As soon as the voice stopped, a purple light stayed beside her, and a small hand rested on her shoulder, "Aniang, how are you?"

Aru's face was full of anxiety, her big eyes scanned Wei Lan up and down, checking her injuries.

"Aru, you're finally here..." Wei Lan's voice was as soft as a mosquito moan, and you had to bend your ears to hear it, "Ah Niang... I have to... I have to leave this to you." you......"

Wei Lan raised her left hand, holding a fragment in the palm of her left hand.The blood on her hands stained the snow-white shards red.

Wei Lan tremblingly handed the fragments to Jiang Zi: "Can you avenge A Niang?"

She showed a kind smile: "Aniang knows you can do it, but be careful of those people, they are very cunning, you...don't be fooled by them...ahem... ..." As he spoke, a mouthful of blood gushed out from Wei Lan's mouth.

"Aniang, you won't die, I'll use spiritual power to heal your wounds!" Aru's immature voice was full of anxiety, she pulled over Wei Lan's body, and put her small palm on the wound on Wei Lan's waist, wanting to Cross Lingli with her.

"It's useless, the more spiritual power I have in my body, the faster I die, they were poisoned..." Wei Lan said helplessly, her eyes were full of reluctance, "You just stand here, you can't do anything. Don't do it, Aniang just wants to see you now..."

"Okay, I'll stay here with you." Aru's eyes were red, but she held back the tears, preventing them from bursting out.The tree coffin man was lonely, but she was one of the lucky ones, and she was with A Niang day and night.Now, those hateful people actually killed her mother!This revenge must be avenged, until death!

"A-Niang! A-Niang!" But after thinking about other things for a while, Wei Lan had died, and her reluctant eyes were fixed, looking straight at the direction where Aru was standing.

Aru yelled twice, but couldn't wake her up.She stretched out her small hands, covered those blue eyes, and moved them lightly.

She wants those people to pay in blood!

***

After confirming that this place was far away from the high mountain, Cai Zhujun stopped his spiritual power and gasped heavily while holding the trunk of the tree.

With bumps along the way, Yang Xiyu's injuries worsened.Cai Zhujun put her on the rattan bed and carefully inspected her body for injuries.

Jiang Zi's palm hurt Yang Xiyu's insides, all internal organs were damaged.If Cai Zhujun hadn't sent her spiritual power, she would have died an hour ago.

She shouldn't have been brought here!Cai Zhujun blamed himself endlessly.

"Ayu, did you hear me? Ayu, wake up!"

"Pain, pain..." That palm hurt the heart and lungs, and Yang Xiyu even had pain in breathing.

Cai Zhujun saw the pain in his eyes and hated his own incompetence. He didn't know what to do to relieve the pain of his beloved.

The afternoon sun shone on her body, the aura turned into spiritual power, and the wounds on her back healed little by little.

Cai Zhujun wanted to give her this body of his own.But this is an unrealistic idea.

As time passed, Cai Zhujun became more and more irritable.

"Pain, pain..." Yang Xiyu's voice pulled her thoughts back to the right track when she was at a loss.

Spiritual power can't cure the root cause, but it can prolong life. It doesn't matter if it's injured or disabled, she only hopes that Yang Xiyu can live.This is Cai Zhujun's humble wish.

Cai Zhujun carried Yang Xiyu under the scorching sun, and made a low shed with ground stems, which happened to be able to block the sunlight that hit Yang Xiyu.

As for herself, standing under the scorching sun, she transformed all the sunlight she could absorb into spiritual power, and transferred it to Yang Xiyu through holding hands.

The wounds on her body no longer healed, because the spiritual power did not stay and distribute in her body.

Cai Zhujun's lips gradually turned pale, and her face became terribly pale. Her head buzzed, and her eyes were dark.

She passed out.