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By the time Zhenyong approached the Palace of Ghost Country, he had no time to enter through the main entrance...

Although he cannot read his own mind at close range like a miko, Zhenyong who masters Yang Dun can also obtain a person's approximate location and situation through the perception of vitality...

But now, Zhenyong can hardly sense Maitreya's vitality at all.

The breath of life that was worse than a candle in the wind seemed to disappear at any time. As long as a gust of night wind blew by, everything would disappear... Zhenyong could no longer wait any longer.

The inherent temporal control was unfolded in the body, and it only took a moment for the anxious Zhenyong to pursue the looming energy and rush toward the unfamiliar palace!

Three times the speed...four times the speed! Five times the speed!!

The more I use my abilities with all my strength, the slower I feel my actions... I want to go 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 him was disintegrating like a flowing wind, and the vaguely flashing figures were invisible to ordinary people.

As if it was just a naughty breeze drifting by the window lattice, the partition window filled with the aroma of ancient wood had been gently pushed open by someone...

In a blink of an eye, Zhenyong finally stood beside the witch...

The haggard and sick face has long lost the holiness in the impression, but the dying woman still seems to be stubbornly maintaining the dignity of a witch. She purses her mouth, and her breathing gradually subsides...

…

His eyes quickly turned red.

Zhenyong grabbed her hand and then injected his own life force into her body regardless of the consequences.

Mu Dun has already been mastered to the extreme by Zhen Yong, and the use of energy is even more incredible after mastering his own two magical arts!

At this moment, that terrifying vitality rushed into the witch's body like a flood!

…

Gradually, the dry and dull hair began to regain its former bright color, and the long eyelashes began to tremble slightly...

It works! It works!!!

No matter what! Whether it is out of true intention or out of guilt, at least at this moment, Maitreya's safety is above all else! In order to bring back this woman who is still lingering in the gate of hell, Zhenyong does not mind pouring out the life force in his body.

Countless leaks!

A certain kind of warm energy began to flow from his fingers, and then gently flowed into her veins - the eyes that had been unable to open gradually returned to clarity, and they had gradually fallen into a silent world, but at this moment, a certain sound sounded.

A man's whimper...

Zhenyong tried his best to suppress his tears - a man doesn't shed tears easily, but it's just not the time to feel sad.

How can a person of flesh and blood always be as strong as steel? Everyone has the most vulnerable side, and for Zhenyong, this lack of love can almost make him desperate.

…

"Hold on...Hold on!"

All in one go!

Maitreya's current situation has no room for improvement - the vitality in his body is almost cut off. If the treatment this time cannot be effective, I am afraid that even if the immortal is resurrected, there will be no way to save him.

...and the reason why Maitreya is able to wake up now...compared with healing, it is actually more like a reflection of light - the injection of pure life energy can indeed have the effect of extending life, but it is like some kind of special medicine. If it is just used simply

This kind of drug will quickly produce antibodies... After all, this does not come from one's own vitality.

What Zhenyong has to do is to find the root cause of Maitreya's disease before then, and then use Yang Escape's ability to directly recreate it... Only in this way can the miko be truly cured.

…

But soon, Zhenyong’s brows furrowed…

"You shouldn't have come."

The woman was crying, and her voice had a rare hint of vulnerability and whimpering.

"Don't speak for now. Wait until I cure you."

The witch shook her head, with twinkling tears and deep helplessness in her eyes.

"It's useless...my injury is not due to physical reasons..."

Isn't it because of physical reasons?

After sensing the condition inside the miko's body, Zhen Yong did not notice any diseased organs... It would be better to say that all the organs in the miko's body were normal... It was as if she was aging naturally and then dying...

"what is going on?"

Maitreya didn't want to say more, but under Zhenyong's anxious eyes, he could only shake his head helplessly, and held Zhenyong's palm with a little force - it was a very warm temperature, and he could have such memories before he died.

It seems there is nothing left to regret.

"Take good care of Ziyuan..."

"Stop talking..."

The witch's eyes closed again, and this time, her face looked a little more peaceful...as if she really had no regrets.

"Stay with me..."

Perhaps, this is the first and last time that Maitreya acts coquettishly to others... This man who originally met by chance, but was tied to her due to various accidents... is not just because of Ziyuan, maybe, she really likes him.

"You can't die."

Zhen Zhen stretched out his other hand weakly and quietly held her in his arms.

"I owe you too much, you can't die... just hold on..."

But the weak miko curled up her mouth. She leaned against the man's chest calmly, and then spoke in an almost naughty tone - life, at this moment, showed something greater than its existence itself.

"I don't have much time...but that's not what I want to hear."

Zhenyong was startled, and then tears finally burst out of his eyes! He hugged the beauty in his arms tightly!

"I love you!!"

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Yes, from this moment on, from now on, I love you... I just hope you can give me time to love you.

The weak palm gently patted Zhenyong's back, and the woman's voice was so gentle.

"I forgive you...I never blamed you."

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The gentlest words... are also the deepest torture - don't blame me... forgive me... but how do you ask me to forgive myself? How could you let Ziyuan lose her only mother like this!

Tears were still flowing freely on his face, but Zhenyong's eyes revealed some kind of decisive emotion!

"Don't worry!"

He said almost word for word

"I will save you!"