"puff--"

After stabilizing his mind and waking up from the trance, Weng Ji hurriedly poured a cup of tea from the table and handed it to Luo Yuan's hand. Before he could drink it, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his spiritual thoughts just now fluctuated so much.

More ruthless.

"Your Majesty!"

His heart was beating wildly, and Luo Yuan's face turned even paler due to the blood on his lips.

"I wonder what exactly your Majesty spied on, and you are so panicked?"

"I can no longer feel that seal..."

It is really incredible that the seal of the Nine Heavens Emperor would quietly disappear into the body of a Qingqiu spirit fox.

When the seal disappears, other than the caster lifting it himself, there are two possibilities. One is that the caster broke through the seal on his own, and the other is that the caster has died...

Without having time to think about it, he casually took a cloak from the side of the bed and turned into a puff of green smoke and flew straight out of the palace.

"Your Majesty, your body..."

The rain outside has no intention of stopping.

The impact of the rain seemed to make everything hazy. The rain formed a natural barrier in front of his eyes, preventing him from finding the little fox living on the tip of his heart.

Two hours later, Luo Yuan's face turned frighteningly pale, and he looked haggard and tired. He almost ran through the streets and alleys of Qingqiu, and found no trace of Zhi Yang.

On this long rainy night, where will Zhiyang go? Or, she has already...

The uneasy feeling quickly swept through Luo Yuan's heart. For the whole night, Luo Yuan wandered in Qingqiu. The rain did not stop, and he kept walking, slowly looking for the outside from the streets of Qingqiu.

Donghuang Daze, the largest plain in Qingqiu, was also the last place Luo Yuan was looking for. If Zhi Yang were not here, then the idea that Luo Yuan had suppressed would have really come true.

Today's Donghuang Daze seems a little different.

We had just entered the Eastern Wasteland, and although it was raining, there still seemed to be a trace of fairy magic in the air.

Luo Yuan's brows sank and he ran directly to Daze.

Along the way, the vegetation all fell in the same direction, and some trees were affected by the magic and stood up overnight.

Not far away, two deep pits caught Luo Yuan's attention. How could such a scene appear in the Eastern Wasteland for no reason?

Vaguely, Luo Yuan always felt that this matter was related to Zhi Yang. As he slowly descended from the sky, the scene in front of him was enough to shock Luo Yuan.

The hundred-meter-long tunnel is surrounded by metaphorical blood. Looking along the direction of the tunnel, a white figure is lying quietly in the distance.

"Azhi——"

The little fox that he had cared for in the Qi Palace was now covered in blood and lying quietly in the tunnel that had been filled with rainwater.

The moment he fell next to her, Luo Yuan couldn't believe that this fox covered in blood was Zhi Yang.

Or to put it another way, he didn't want to believe it.

"Azhi, who is it? Who would hurt you like this!"

The fox's body had lost any warmth. It had already been wet by the rain, and the originally snow-white fox skin was now covered with mud.

The coldness and coldness spread from Luoyuan's hands to his heart. He hugged the fox tightly in his arms and raised his head again. Chuchen's face was full of grief, his eyes were bloodshot, and tears and rain were completely mixed.

His face was no longer distinguishable.

"Well——"

For some unknown reason, a mouthful of blood spit out from Zhiyang's mouth and stained Luo Yuan's body with the rain.

"Ah Zhi, Ah Zhi, how are you?"

Seeing Zhiyang's reaction, Luo Yuan frantically injected his immortal energy into Zhiyang's body, but there was no improvement at all.

"I'll take you home!"

At this moment, Luo Yuan only had Zhi Yang in his eyes. Although she was just a little fox, Luo Yuan could recognize her at a glance.

He directly covered Zhiyang with his own clothes, picked up Zhiyang and flew towards the direction of Qizhi Palace.

Along the way, spiritual thoughts guided the way, and Luoyuan's eyes never left Zhiyang.

"I have been waiting for you for eight hundred years, are you going to abandon me again?"

"Azhi, you just fell asleep, right? You were just joking with me..."

"Don't worry, I know you hate me, so just open your eyes and take a look at me..."

After returning from Donghuang, he didn't stop for a moment. A man of few words, at this moment, he wanted to tell her all the love stories in the world. He didn't ask her to answer anything, but just looked at him lightly.

of……

"Weng Ji, Yu Yan is quick! Go to Jiuchongtian to invite the King of Medicine! Prepare a hot water brazier! Go quickly!"

Before Luo Yuan could bring Zhi Yang into the Qi Palace, the order had already been arranged. When everyone reacted, they saw Luo Yuan, who was already soaked, walking in with a little fox covered in blood in his arms.

"Your Majesty, what happened? The blood on your body..."

"Leave me alone, go and ask for the Medicine King!"

A roar awakened everyone in the Qi Palace.

When have you ever seen Emperor Luoyuan like this?

In Weng Ji's impression, there are only two times.

One time was eight hundred years ago, when the witch Zhiyang died under the sword of Emperor Luoyuan. Emperor Luoyuan first went to Liuhua Island to get Jialanlang. After he came back, he didn't know what happened. He stayed on Lengfu Mountain without eating or drinking all day long.

I sat there for eighty-one days.

The second time is today.

Holding the little fox that ran in randomly, the blood and rain on his body were mixed together. He looked like Shura walking out of the River of Forgetfulness. His eyes were scarlet, his face was white, and he looked like he was crazy.

There was no time to think too much, Weng Ji and Yu Yan could only prepare in a hurry according to Luo Yuan's instructions.

He gently placed the fox in his arms on the couch in the bedroom, and Luo Yuan wiped the rainwater from her body. At this moment, his hands trembled slightly, and the scarlet color in his eyes slowly faded, revealing heartache from the bottom of his eyes.

"Ah Zhi, wake up and see if I am okay. I am A Yuan!"

In the voice, there was no coldness, deepness, gentleness and kindness in the past. It seemed like he was just a brother next door coaxing his naughty sister.

"Your Majesty, the hot water is here."

The little fox on the couch, covered in blood, had long lost his former energy.

Ever since the little fox came to Qizhidian, the originally peaceful life has become a lot more fun. Even the Lord, who usually doesn't smile, has a lot of smiles on his face.

Gently wiping the blood on Zhiyang's body, for fear of hurting her. There were countless traumas on her body, and the blood stains were shocking to see.

A tear fell from Luoyuan's face. He closed his eyes and turned his head to the other side. He couldn't bear to look at the wounds on Zhiyang's body. The blood was flowing freely, and it seemed as if tens of thousands of knives were being stabbed at Luoyuan's body, picking out Ling Chi's bones.

"How long until the Medicine King arrives?"

"Ying...it should be soon, Yu Yan has already gone."

"puff--"

Another mouthful of blood spat out from Zhiyang's mouth. Suddenly, Zhiyang opened his eyes slightly...

"Ah Zhi, Ah Zhi, how are you? Hold on, Medicine King will be here soon!"

Looking at Zhiyang's slightly opened eyes, a fire of hope seemed to be ignited in Luoyuan's heart. At this moment, he didn't ask for anything else, he just wanted Zhiyang in front of him to wake up.

Luoyuan's blurry figure appeared in front of Zhiyang's eyes. Before he died, he just wanted to say a few words to him. His mouth opened slightly, but no sound came out.

The smell of blood filled his mouth, and the next second another mouthful of black blood spat out of his mouth. Zhiyang, who originally opened his eyes, fell into coma again...

"Ah Zhi! Ah Zhi!"

"Your Majesty, King Medicine is here."

Yu Yan hurriedly walked in, followed by the Medicine King of Jiuchongtian. "I have met Emperor Luoyuan."

"Quick! Come and see how she is doing!"

After meeting King Yao, Luo Yuan felt as if he had met a god, and pinned all his hopes on King Yao alone.

Slowly walking forward, he saw a seriously injured fox. Yao Wang couldn't help but frown, and reached out to check the pulse of his neck. There was a bit of confusion on his calm face, his brows gradually furrowed, and on his temples,

A drop of sweat quietly ran across his face.

Seeing that King Yao didn't say anything for a long time, Luo Yuan's heart got together, and suppressing the impatience in his heart, he asked in a deep voice: "King Yao, how is she doing?"

Looking at Luo Yuan's anxious eyes and then at the fox lying on the couch, he could only shake his head.

King Yao slowly walked out of the couch, his brows furrowed, but his eyes were full of doubts and helplessness.

Luoyuan looked at Zhiyang on the couch, his eyes showing heartache and love.

As if being heated up by Luo Yuan's eyes, a cold-blooded emperor who had been emotionless for thousands of years showed his feelings for a fox. However, this fox was also unlucky, and something like this happened to him.

"Yao Wang, what happened to her?"

Luo Yuan took the lead and walked to Yao Wang. He had also seen Yao Wang's expression before. If there was really no way, he would have made it clear to him directly. Looking at it now.

"I wonder what the relationship is between the emperor and this fox?" It's a matter of life and death. No matter how much Luo Yuan has feelings for this fox, King Yao still has to ask.
To be continued...