xuan long circled up the heavenly river, and when he was about to reach the ninth heaven, a white light flashed in front of him, and then a white-clothed immortal with an outstanding style appeared in front of him.
that person was the zhiyu immortal jun, who was supposed to be married to yan yi, who thought that he had just been to the mortal world, and did not find yan yi, so he returned to the celestial realm to take a look, but unexpectedly, he met here by such a coincidence.
"emperor!"
zhi yuxian jun's heart was happy with yan iris for tens of thousands of years, and he regarded yan iris as heavier than his own life, where he saw yan iris suffering like this, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his face was difficult to hide his anxiety.
xuan long was forced to stop and take human form.
zhi yu xianjun saw the tragic situation of the swallow kites on xuan long's back, and the corners of his eyes turned red: "this is the result you want." "
"you have to let him die to be satisfied."
fang cai blocked two heavenly punishments, xuan long's internal injuries were not light, he had an itch in his throat, he suppressed the desire to cough, and was silent.
seeing that xuan long's thunder could not move, zhi yuxianjun became more and more angry: "if you are really good for him, you should be as far away from him as possible, and don't give him unnecessary hope."
"hand over the emperor to me."
zhi yuxianjun, as the new empress of yan iris, made such a request, and it was no longer common for xuan long to put yan iris off his back and hand it over to the other party.
"don't tell him, i've looked for him."
unexpectedly, xuanlong's first words were actually to say this, and zhi yuxianjun was slightly surprised in his heart, helped yan iris, responded lightly, and left by the clouds and fog.
when he returned to the celestial realm, it had already rained and cleared, and when pi bi came out of the east pole hall, he realized at a glance that xuan long's face was not right. if xuan long only had a bad look before he left, at this time it can be said that his face was as white as paper.
"general? what's wrong with you?! "
"... nothing. "
xuan long walked vainly toward the temple, and when he stepped over the door rail, his body shook, holding the door frame and spewing out a large mouthful of blood. he continued to walk inside, but he didn't take a few steps and fell down.
"general!!"
the road that xuan long walked impressively left a string of blood-stained footprints, and because he was wearing xuan's clothes, it was not easy to see the injury and bleeding.
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after yan yi suffered the heavenly punishment, his veins were broken, and the most capable medical immortals in the celestial realm were invited, and it took him three days and nights to barely repair his veins, and it was impossible to return to being as flexible as before within ten thousand years.
the heavenly punishment fell, and he should have died and could not escape, all because someone blocked it twice for him. despite this, yan yi was still unconscious for a whole month before waking up.
unexpectedly, he woke up blind.
ben had lost his two passions and three desires because he went to the dream mountain to find heavenly fruits, and he had no sense of hearing, smell, and taste, and now he was blind even in his eyes, and he had completely become a waster.
trauma can be cured, heart disease is difficult to treat, if people have no hope in life, it is better to live than to die. heavenly dao left him alive to let him survive in the world, which was the most vicious punishment.
yan yi did not want to live like this.
since he woke up, he has been bedridden all day, unwilling to eat, unwilling to drink medicine, and allowing his injuries to worsen day by day. the ear cannot hear, the eye cannot see, and he can communicate with him by means of transposition, but no one will persuade him to listen.
ah zhi was temporarily placed in the shuyun palace, and was watched by the spirit god king, and if the children saw the appearance of their father and emperor who were seriously ill, they would most likely cry.
no matter how powerful god is, he cannot withstand such self-destruction.
most of the time, yan yi was asleep, sometimes he didn't wake up for a few days, and if he continued like this, without the need for heavenly punishment to put him to death, his spirit would disperse on its own and scatter mortal dust.
although he was awake for a few days, his mind was clear, he knew what his fate would be, and when his spirit dissipated, he would turn into ten thousand wisps of dust and float in the world, transcending the six realms, not entering the cycle of reincarnation, and never meeting xuanlong again.
love is not too bitter, he has experienced it once is enough, no matter how strong the ability to bear pain, he cannot withstand repeated tossing and turning. he eventually lost to tendo.
the bed was covered tightly by a heavy curtain tent, and it could not penetrate half a point of light, and a handsome hand lifted the silver tent from the outside, and the spirit god king slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.
the bird lay on her back, tears streaming from the corners of her closed eyes and falling into her snow-white sideburns. knowing that he must have remembered xuan long again, the spirit of the dragon appeared in the palm of his hand, and with a light sigh he wiped away the tears for yan iris.
"the father knows that you think of him, and you listen to the father and drink the medicine, and the father invites him to come to see you, okay?"
even if xuan long was disgusted with yan yi and was fighting for the face of the spirit, he would definitely be willing to come.
but after it comes.
not after that.
yan yi didn't want to bother him anymore.
he just wanted to leave quietly, to give himself some decency, and hoped that when xuanlong thought of him inadvertently in the future, he would not think that he was very annoying.
before yan yi could answer, he gave up, and yu ling raised his fingertips, gently touched yan yi's silver hair, and almost choked: "iris er, what do you really want your father to do..."
"as long as you open your mouth... father can do everything for you, good or bad..."
"don't you want to torture yourself like this again..."
the wound is in the child's body, and the pain is in the heart of the parents. since yan yi woke up, in order to make him ignite the hope of life, he could say and do everything he could, but yan yi just didn't respond.
if he could not sense the weak breath of yan yi, the spirit of the trail almost thought he was dead.
he lay there quietly, like a noble and dim statue, clearly still so young, but forced to suffer undeserved blows, physically and mentally decayed.
the spirit did not know who else could save his child.
i thought that today yan iris would be as reluctant to speak as usual, who knew that after a moment, yan iris's bloodless lips moved, and the spirit of the trailing spirit came close to listen and heard him say:
"father... i hurt..." tears came out of the corners of his eyes as the words fell.