Skilled in managing a house

"This this!"

Yang Ying and Fang Tong were horrified when they saw the candlelight extinguished by the strong wind.

Zhang Yu said it well before, the candles here must not be extinguished, otherwise, he will never be able to open his eyes again.

However, the strong wind that blew in was too strong, and two more pieces of glass were broken one after another.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

"Hoo" "Hoo"

Stronger winds blew in.

At this moment, Yang Ying jumped up suddenly and shouted, "Main light!"

As she spoke, she rushed towards the seven-star lantern as if desperately trying.

Fang Tong also reacted and rushed over. Unfortunately, they were still a step too late.

"puff!"

The candles on the seven-star lamp were all extinguished instantly.

"No!" Seeing the candle light go out, Yang Ying screamed sadly, her tears could no longer be held back, "Xiao Yu! Xiao Yu!"

"No, no why. Why is there such a strong wind?" Fang Tong also started crying.

Just when the two girls were crying, there was a sudden knock on the door, "Dang Dang Dang"

Hearing the knock on the door, the two women turned their heads together. Because the candles were extinguished, the hall was already dark and they couldn't see anything clearly.

"Open the door!" A woman's gloomy voice sounded outside.

The two women looked at each other, stood up together tremblingly, and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the strong wind roared in. In the wind, a woman wearing a white dress, with flowing white hair and blood-red eyes stood there.

"Ah!" When they saw this woman, the two women screamed and sat down on the ground in fright.

"What are you afraid of? Zhang Yu is almost dead." Sun Zhaoyi said sadly.

"Do you know Xiao Yu?" Yang Ying said nervously.

"I am his grand master uncle, and he came to see me today." Sun Zhaoyi said, stepping into the hall and going straight to the seven-star lantern.

After hearing what she said, Yang Ying and Fang Tong breathed a sigh of relief.

The two helped each other get up and followed together.

Fang Tong cried tremblingly: "Uncle Taishi's lamp went out, what should I do?"

"It's not impossible. It's up to you now." Sun Zhaoyi said, squatting down and reaching out to touch the seven-star lantern. All seven candles on the seven-star lantern were lit instantly.

"The lights are on!" "The lights are on!" The two immediately cheered up.

"It just lights up, it's useless." Sun Zhaoyi said sadly.

"How could it be useless?" The two women were shocked.

"Because it's just bright now, it won't have the effect of extending life at all. Moreover, the wind is so strong tonight, I'm afraid the light will go out again soon." Sun Zhaoyi said.

"What should we do?" Yang Ying asked eagerly.

"There is only one way, use your blood to continue the lights, so that Zhang Yu's life can be extended. But don't blame me for not reminding you in advance, there are still nearly two hours, if not, you will lose your life." Sun Zhaoyi He said quietly, then threw a bright dagger to the ground.

There was a "clang clang clang" sound.

Sun Zhaoyi didn't speak anymore. With this voice, she turned and walked outside.

"Use blood to extend the lights and extend Zhang Yu's life." Yang Ying groaned, and then she saw the lights flickering, as if they would go out at any time.

Yang Ying immediately said: "Tongtong, hurry up and open the door."

"Okay!" Fang Tong reacted immediately and hurried over to close the door.

Sun Zhaoyi has already gone out, but the door must be locked inside.

When Fang Tong closed the door, Yang Ying had already picked up the dagger on the ground, cut her palm open with a "swipe" sound.

She dripped blood drop by drop on the seven-star lamp.

Not to mention, the method Sun Zhaoyi said really worked. When the blood dripped onto the lamp, the fire became stronger and it seemed that it was not afraid of the wind blowing in from the outside.

"Little aunt!" Seeing Yang Ying like this, Fang Tong exclaimed, and people rushed over.

"Didn't she say that only blood can save Xiao Yu?" Yang Ying said quietly.

"But, it's not until twelve o'clock, little auntie, this is what I should do." Fang Tong said with tears.

"It's okay." Yang Ying said calmly.

There was a lot of blood flowing from the palm of the hand, but as Sun Zhaoyi said, if you want to last until twelve o'clock, it will definitely take more than just a drop of blood.

After a while, the blood on the palms of my hands dried up.

Yang Ying held the dagger again, this time she planned to cut her wrist.

As soon as he saw this, Fang Tong quickly grabbed her hand holding the dagger and said eagerly: "Little aunt, this is very dangerous, it's better for me to do it."

While he was talking, she came to grab the dagger.

Yang Ying clutched the dagger tightly and said with emotion: "Didn't you listen to what she said? People can easily die."

"I am his fiancée, and I am willing to die for him! Give me the dagger." Fang Tong continued to snatch.

"Don't waste time. What if the candle goes out? If you die, who will Xiao Yu marry?" Yang Ying said sadly.

Then, she turned her eyes to Zhang Yu, who was sleeping under the divine case, her eyes full of love and pity.

Her gaze could not escape Fang Tong's eyes.

As soon as Fang Tong's hand stopped, Yang Ying cut her wrist and dripped blood into the seven-star lamp again.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..." The blood kept pouring out, making the candlelight shine brightly again.

"Auntie, you, you are just Zhang Yu's aunt. Why? Why are you doing this? Do you like him?" Fang Tong cried.

Women are the most emotional, and may be very naive in other places, but on this matter, they are much more sensitive than men.

"What can I do no matter how much I like him? I am a widow and his aunt. I can never marry him. Only you can become his wife Tongtong. If I die, you must take my place." I take care of him." Yang Ying's tears kept flowing out.

"You can't die! I don't want you to die!" Fang Tong snatched the dagger from Yang Ying's hand. She cried excitedly: "Little aunt, if you can die for Zhang Yu, I can too. It's me next time." Come, let us live and die together."

"Silly girl, what are you talking about? Damn it. Xiao Yu is a good person and will be fine," Yang Ying said with a choked sob.

"That's right. Zhang Yu will be fine, and neither will we. Little auntie, when Zhang Yu wakes up, we will take care of Zhang Yu together," Fang Tong said sincerely.

After hearing this, Yang Ying felt moved, but she still shook her head and said: "He is your husband. You, you"

"But your love for him is even more than mine. You are so good, if I make you sad, I will be sad for the rest of my life. From now on, we will both be his wives," Fang Tong said sincerely.

"Tongtong." Yang Ying was moved by her words and burst into tears.

"Little Aunt" Fang Tong leaned gently against Yang Ying, and the two of them looked at the unconscious Zhang Yu almost at the same time.

At this moment, the two were moved by each other.