The scar on his neck was caused by a thunderstorm.
Does it hurt?
He didn't know what pain was, let alone it was already in the past.
Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Feng Tianlan didn't insist, but she was a little worried in her heart.
No matter what, the national master really helped her a lot.
"Madam, it's time for you to go take a nap."
Si Mobai urged.
When the time came, she would feel sleepy and take a nap.
Otherwise, she would lose all energy.
Feng Tianlan looked at the Imperial Master and said, "The Imperial Master, please stay and have dinner here in the evening."
She still had something to say to the Imperial Master.
The Imperial Master nodded, "Okay."
After hearing his promise, Feng Tianlan felt relieved and allowed Si Mobai to help her into the room.
When she fell asleep, he walked out and saw that the Imperial Master was still standing there.
"Lan'er regained his memory, it was the imperial master who helped him, right?"
Si Mobai walked up to him and said directly, not asking a question, but just stating a fact.
The Imperial Master also did not deny that this kind of thing could not be hidden from Si Mobai.
"National Preceptor, what do you want to do?"
Si Mobai looked at the Imperial Preceptor seriously with a sullen face.
He couldn't see through the Imperial Preceptor and didn't know what kind of person he was.
The Imperial Preceptor did not take any side, and was always good and bad.
He obviously listened to him, like a subordinate, but he was not his subordinate.
He also helped many times.
He really couldn't figure out what the Imperial Preceptor was.
What is the purpose of intervening in so many things?
"It's just boring."
Seeing that Si Mobai didn't believe it, the Imperial Master just smiled and said, "Just pretend that I want to see human nature."
In short, it was because he had been living a long time, and his life was the same, that it bored him to the core, so he got involved in so many things.
Si Mobai looked at him steadily, "That man in black is related to you."
"Yeah."
The Imperial Master raised his eyes and was just confused for a moment, but he didn't have any explanation.
"But there is a way to save Lan'er."
Si Mobai didn't want to talk too much, he just wanted to know the result.
"No."
The Imperial Master answered so simply that Si Mobai twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly.
Another wave of despair invaded him, leaving him breathless in pain.
I thought that the National Preceptor would be a hope, but it turned out that there was nothing the National Preceptor could do.
"Why is she still alive now?"
the national master asked.
He still doesn't know the real reason.
"Three months have passed since the longevity pill."
Si Mobai narrowed his eyes.
In other words, in three more months, Lan'er will Thinking of this result, Si Mobai felt heartbroken, as if his heart had been stabbed again and again, but he could only endure it and couldn't even cry out in pain.
Hearing these words, the Imperial Master couldn't help but suffocate his breath and stiffen for a moment, but at that moment, he quickly returned to normal.
Life and death depended on God, and he could no longer make the decision at this time.
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"National Master, do you really have no choice?"
Si Mobai couldn't help but hold out hope, even begging, "As long as Lan'er can survive, I will do anything, or let Bi Ling condense into shape. , I asked her to get the antidote."
"What's going on with Bi Ling?"
The Imperial Master didn't know much, but it sounded like the situation was very bad.
Si Mobai recounted what happened that day, and when he saw the Imperial Master's brows furrowing, he couldn't help but feel anxious, "But there is a way."
"Soul-dispersing thunder, Bi Ling."
The national master shook his head lightly, "There is no other way, just wait for death."
It is impossible for Bi Ling to condense and form again in a short time, and it will take at least three years
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