Chapter 1815: No future life, as long as this life (1)

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Mu Yanxiao laughed: "My fiancé has lived for a thousand years now. My son is born with a fairy body. If you have no accident, you can live for at least a few thousand years. My instrumental spirit has existed tens of thousands of years ago. I don’t want to live longer, isn’t it white?

Qi Huang: "..." Mom, she said it makes sense, and she can't refute it.
However, [Sage of the Holy Man] can take Ouyang Qing back from the edge of life and death, but can not really heal his injury.
Ouyang Qing’s mouth is constantly pouring out blood.
Ling Yu shook hands and wanted to feed the medicinal herbs into his mouth.
However, Ouyang Qing took his wrist.
The hands covered with blood have lost their strength, but they are gathered together, as if they are trying to grasp what is most important.
The broken sound overflowed from Ouyang Qing’s mouth: "Small, sorry... I’m sorry... I didn’t protect you that year... Why am I... Why can’t I protect my favorite person in this life...

Tears mixed with blood, flowing down his face, with so much remorse, despair and pain.
Ling Yuzhen sent the medicinal herbs into his mouth, and trembled: "You don't talk anymore! Ouyang Qing, you owe me this life is still unclear, so you better give me a good life!!"
Ouyang Qing’s heart jumped, and the original dim scorpion brightened a few points.
He opened his mouth. "Oh, my, I don't have it... there is still a chance to stay with you..."
Ouyang Qing’s words have not been finished yet.
The sluggish Wei Mingzhu has returned to God.
She really loves Ouyang Qing.
Seeing Ouyang Qing, who was seriously injured and dying, she flew over and crawled.
"Brother! Brother! How are you? Don't you scare me?"
Suddenly, her sullen eyes screamed at Ling Yu, screaming hysterically. "Ling Yuzhen, it’s because of you, the broomstick! You killed my brother!!"
"He was originally a young Ouyang family, young and promising, and he has excellent talents. He would have become the best monk in Yuncheng and even the indigo world. But it is because you seduce him and let him carry a man who likes him. Anonymous, let him stay in Yuncheng!"
"Now you killed him!! Ling Yu, you are a shameless goods, why are you not dead..."
Wei Mingzhu’s voice stopped short.
She opened her mouth wide, and her mouth groaned, her head stiff, and the wood fell down and looked at her chest.
There, a long sword came straight out.
On the tip of the sword, blood dripped down.
"Why?" Wei Mingzhu turned back a little and looked at Ouyang Qing holding the sword. "Brother... brother, why... you want to do this to me?"
Ouyang Qing’s eyes have been scattered, and the breath is weak.
But his hand holding the sword was very calm and steadily pierced Wei Mingzhu's chest.
The low-pitched voice spit out a little from his slightly open lips. "When that year... I told you... Anyone who hurts a small scorpion, I will never let it go, let alone Yes... forgive..."
The sword inserted in the chest was pulled out, and Ouyang Qing touched the wound in the body and spurted another blood.
"Ouyang Qing!!" Ling Yu squatted and hugged him, rubbing the blood of his mouth, and couldn't help but roar again, "Ouyang Qing, don't die!"