"My Lord …"

The maid in charge of take care of that witch’s daily life knelt outside the tent-since yesterday, the witch’s adult has been unable to even sit up, and her condition has deteriorated faster than expected.
The weak cough gradually stopped for a long time, and a fine female line finally sounded.
"Is Zi Yuan … back?"
"My Lord, I haven’t heard from Miss Zi Yuan yet."
“…”
There was a brief silence in the veil, and then a weak cough lingered for a moment again.
"You go …"
"It is …"
The young woman got up slowly and then carefully withdrew from the witch’s room. After the door creaked, the room was left with a weak cough from time to time …
Zi Yuan …
Amber eyes are not as bright as when they first saw the true courage … Sickness and life have tortured the witch and made her weak, even those eyes that seemed to know everything in the past have become turbid …
Maitreya has no regrets in her life-the witch has finally solved her long-cherished wish in her generation, and there is no need for future generations to repeat the tragedies of her ancestors. Even if she dies now, she will have no regrets!
…
It should have been, if it hadn’t been for Zi Yuan … if it hadn’t been for her daughter.
Although Maitreya was a witch before her mother, what mother doesn’t want her children to be safe and watch them grow up in front of her?
"Ahem …"
Breathing becomes more difficult and coughing becomes more severe …
It’s a pity that heaven has taken care of her too much, and I’m not going to give her any more favors this time …
It’s almost impossible to open her eyes … but Maitreya can still feel that her life is passing through her fingers. Maybe she will die like this when the west wind blows out the residual candle …
…
Holding her hand quietly with a big hand seems to come from some distant and unattainable dream …
Some kind of warm energy began to flow from his fingers and then gently flowed into her veins-I had tried to open my eyes and gradually recovered, but I gradually fell into the world, but now a man sobbed …
…
"Hold on … you hold on!"
She tried her best to open her eyes and the familiar face appeared in front of her again.
It’s raining outside the window, and the witch smiles and disappears, then tears …
"You shouldn’t have come to chapter two hundred and sixty-nine, all the way, one night crying ()
By the time Zhenyong approached the Ghost Country Palace, he had already come or not and entered through the main entrance …
Although Dharma can read one’s mind at close range like a witch, it is also possible to obtain a person’s approximate position and situation through vitality perception.
Now Zhen Yong can hardly feel Maitreya’s vitality.
It’s worse than the candle in the wind. The breath of life seems to disappear at any time. If a night wind blows through everything, it will disappear … It’s brave to continue waiting.
It’s brave for a moment to pursue the looming qi machine and gallop towards a strange palace!
Triple speed … quadruple speed Five times the speed! !
The more I push my ability, the more I feel that I am slow … I want to be faster and faster because I know that the woman may have been waiting for too long and I have been late for too long …
The scenery around me is like a flowing wind, and the vaguely flashed figure has made ordinary people look at it.
It’s like a naughty breeze at the window lattice, and the window with ancient wood fragrance has been gently pushed away by someone …
It’s brave to blink, and finally I’m at the side of the witch …
The haggard disease has long since lost the impression of the holy and dying woman, but it seems that she still stubbornly maintains the dignity of belonging to the witch. She sipped her mouth and breathed slowly …
…
The eyes quickly became red.
Zhen Yong grabbed her palm and injected vitality into her body regardless of the consequences
Mu dun has long been studied to the extreme by the true courage, so it is even more incredible after mastering his own two kinds of magic!