After reading the content of a certain page, Emperor Wuxian's face changed violently, and there was not a trace of blood on his handsome face, and then he put the book into the space ring.
After standing for a long time, his face returned to calm, and his originally dazzling red pupils were extremely dim.
There was a forbidden spell in the book just now, and all the symptoms were exactly the same as when he had the attack.
Yin and Yang Mantra.
One yin and one yang.
One life and one death.
If he wants to live, he must find another person who has fallen under the forbidden spell.
As long as another person dies, he will live.
Who is the other person who fell under the yin and yang spell?
Immediately, as if thinking of something, Emperor Wuxian raised his head and looked at the Northern Shadow Dance in the distance, and his heart trembled violently.
Another curse certainly won't be on her.
Emperor Wuxian closed his eyes, there had never been a moment when he was so helpless and desperate as he was now.
Bei Mingwu suddenly raised her head and looked at Emperor Wuxi, and when she saw that something was wrong with him, she threw down the things in her hand and strode towards him, worrying, "Uncle Huang, what's wrong with you?"
Emperor Wuxian slowly opened his eyes, only to feel a muffled throbbing pain in his chest, and his heart suddenly rolled with the smell of blood.
In the next second, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Uncle Huang."
Bei Ying Wu screamed in surprise and immediately helped him sit down.
Looking at the bright blood on the ground, she panicked, and a colic welled up in her chest.
He wouldn't vomit blood for no reason.
She immediately checked his pulse, and after feeling that his pulse was very messy, his face turned pale, his heart was like a pinprick, and his whole body was cold.
He seems to be really sick this time, and he is very sick.
Is it because of that forbidden spell?
"I'm fine."
Emperor Wuxian pushed her hand away, and his tone was indifferent.
"You're still okay like this, your pulse is very messy, your illness is " "This king is not sick."
Emperor Wuxian said coldly.
Beiming Wu was stunned, and at the same time his heart ached, he hated the person who cast the curse, "You are not sick, but you have been under the forbidden spell, you sit here and rest, I will go to this bookshelf to take a look." ” These are ancient books that have existed for hundreds of years.
Maybe there's a book about that forbidden spell here.
Bei Ying Wu was extremely excited, and quickly rummaged through the books, with a deep expectation in his eyes.
If she could find a way to break the forbidden curse, she would definitely help him break it.
Watching him vomit blood, thinking about the pain he had when he had a seizure, she wanted to help him bear everything.
From childhood to adulthood, he was tortured to the present.
Which damn bastard did it Emperor Wuxian leaned against the wall, and there were bursts of colic pain in his chest, which then spread to his limbs, making every bone and every inch of flesh and blood in his body dense with pain.
Gradually, his eyes became a little blurry.
He tried to pinch himself, telling himself that he couldn't faint, that he couldn't die.
Even if you die, you can't die in front of the Northern Dance.
If he dies in front of her, what will she do in the future boom Listening to the voice behind him, Bei Mingwu's face turned pale, and he immediately ran to Emperor Wuxian, "Uncle Huang." ” She breathed a sigh of relief after making sure he had just fainted.
Bei Ying Wu was very flustered in his heart, this was an unprecedented panic.
She was afraid, very afraid Last time, the fear of the forbidden land of the Hundred Flowers Clan came back to my heart again.
She couldn't accept the death of Emperor Wuxi, and she couldn't accept that there was no more such person as him in this world.
As long as the thought of never seeing him again, she was so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe, and she felt suffocated.
She never knew she would love someone so much.
I love him so much that I can't live without him anymore. t1706231537: