Author: Yu Yuan Guiyu

"resurrection?"

Yue Jue and Bai Luoluo looked at Emperor Ming in surprise at the same time. Is there such a mysterious method in the world?

Can a person really be resurrected after death?

Emperor Ming's eyes were a little distant, and he looked at Yue Jue, "Do you know why I sent troops to the Great Zhou Dynasty when Yue Huan was twelve years old?"

"Of course I remember, Jiang Qi's Zhiyin blood..."

Yue Jue was startled, "Could it be related to the warlock?"

He knew that Emperor Ming's sudden desire to search for the blood of Zhiyin was entirely because he encountered a difficult warlock during his patrol, and that was why he had such thoughts.

"Exactly."

"The warlock told me that if we didn't find the blood of Zhiyin, Huan'er wouldn't be able to survive that winter at all!"

"What?! Didn't Miracle Doctor Canglan say that you have to be twenty years old to..."

Yue Jue's expression was shocked, and she finally understood why Emperor Ming was so insistent on seeking the blood of Zhi Yin. It was clear that Yue Huan had also suffered under Canglan's care in the previous twelve years.

"He also said that every time Huan'er gets poisoned, it overdraws her weakened vitality. Without the blood of Zhiyin, she will definitely die."

"That's why I have to do what he said, and Jiang Qi's blood is indeed useful to Huan'er."

Yue Jue still didn't understand, "Then what does this have to do with Jiang Qi resurrecting Huan'er?"

"Could it be that Jiang Qi's blood can not only suppress the poisonous hair of fallen souls, but also bring Huan'er back to life?"

This was simply more mysterious than the moment he woke up.

"Maybe?"

"After Jiang Qi took Huan'er away, he went to the South China Sea to find shark beads, and also found a thousand-year ice bed to nourish her body. He cut his wrists every day to collect blood and fed it to Huan'er. Do you know that Huan'er has been His body shows no signs of decay?"

"What does this mean? Jiang Qi's blood may be really useful."

"Jiang Qi fought everywhere, using tough methods to find the whereabouts of the warlock, in order to resurrect Huan'er."

Emperor Ming knew that Yue Jue might not be able to understand this unbelievable and even crazy move for a while, but his confidence did not all come from Jiang Qi's persistence.

And trust in the warlock.

Yue Jue took a deep breath and looked at the burning hope in Emperor Ming's eyes. Although he couldn't bear it, he really couldn't watch Emperor Ming pursue that unrealistic resurrection technique.

"Father, there is no resurrection after death. Huan'er...can't come back."

"Don't be like this. Jiang Qi's feelings for Huan'er are not pure at all. This is just an excuse for him to deceive you!"

Cheating?

Emperor Ming's dark eyes were filled with deep knowledge, "It was never Jiang Qi that I believed in, but that warlock."

"I just borrowed Jiang Qi's hand to find the warlock for me. After you disappeared, the Yueshi declined and could no longer afford such large-scale consumption. Jiang Qi can, so why don't I follow suit?"

"Besides, his blood is a life-saving treasure for Huan'er. This is what the warlock told me personally."

Yue Jue looked at Emperor Ming, who had clear and determined eyes, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Father, are you hiding something?"

His father's appearance was clearly not excessively sad and insane, so there must be something he didn't know about.

Emperor Ming glanced at him and said, "The sorcerer said that only that person can save Huan'er's life."

That person refers to Jiang Qi.

"He said that this is fate, the fate of Yue Huan and Jiang Qi."

…

Due to instructions from the deceased, Jiang Qi did not feed Yan Qi any blood in the past three days.

As a result, Jiang Qi was very uneasy when he held Yan Qi at night. He was always worried that without his blood, Yan Qi would suddenly start to fester.

Every time I wake up, I still feel a lingering fear when I touch the intact Yan Qi.

So when he appeared after three days, Jiang Qi's face was dark and cold, as if he wanted to skin him alive.

Wangsheng shook the small gourd wine flask in his hand and glanced at Jiang Qi, "We haven't seen each other for three days. Why are you causing so much pain and hatred? You must understand that I am the one who wants to save your little heart now. Don't show it to me.

Face."

snort!

Knowing that Jiang Qi has not recovered his memory, he will be more reckless in his next life.

If you don’t bully and bully now, then when will you wait?

Furthermore, Jiang Qi's face is really smelly, and he doesn't look like he's begging for help at all.

What? He is the most powerful one now, okay?

Jiang Qi clenched his fists lightly under his sleeves and looked at the deceased with a deep expression. His expression did not improve at all, "Three days have passed. When will I save her?"

Xiangsheng glanced at his still stinky face, curled his lips and said, "Any time."

"Remember to purge the entire palace of people, and don't let any accidents occur when using the formation."

That day, he just saw that Jiang Qi's face was too pale and his vitality was seriously lacking, so he just gave him three days to recover his energy.

After all, once the formation is used, Jiang Qi's blood will be greatly depleted.

It's not the so-called need to prepare a formation.

Jiang Qi glanced at the deceased, "Is it that simple? No need to prepare anything else?"

He didn't want anything to go wrong when resurrecting Yan Qi.

"Otherwise? Isn't it okay if I have you? Your blood is the key to resurrecting her."

Jiang Qi raised his eyelashes slightly, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The guard guarding outside pushed the door open and came in, "Your Majesty."

"According to my decree, everyone must leave the palace and stay away from it."

"..."

"That's an exaggeration. You just need to stay away from this palace. There is no need to move out of the palace."

When the guard heard the words, he clicked his tongue and stopped him when the guard couldn't figure it out.

There are tens of thousands of people at the foot of the Imperial Palace Mountain, so there is no need to mobilize troops like this. Besides, who can get close to them without him? He just simply finds it troublesome.

Jiang Qi ignored him and just stared at the guard, "Do as I say!"

"Yes!" The guard who was shrouded in Jiang Qi's cold eyes shuddered, did not dare to say anything, and took the order to leave.

"..."

When Xiangsheng heard the voices leaving in unison outside, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he shouldn't have said more.

"But we need help from other warlocks. Those captured warlocks are still in the palace."

"No, as long as your blood vessels are enough."

After the people outside left, the palace always felt a little empty when talking.

Wang Sheng casually glanced at the style of this dormitory. It looked like the style of a girl's house, but it was somewhat incompatible with Jiang Qi's coldness.

"Also, find an open space, as long as it's big enough."

The backyard of Anle Hall can meet the requirements of the afterlife. Jiang Qi held Yan Qi and walked ahead. He looked at the leisurely death on one side, and his eyebrows tightened more and more.

"Can you really resurrect Qi Qi?"

With empty hands, do you really just need his blood?

After a slight pause in his footsteps, he looked at Jiang Qi with great interest, "Are you afraid? Then why did you go to war to find me when you had no memory before? How can you be sure that you can revive her if you find me?"

Jiang Qi's eyebrows are as deep as the sea, "Intuition."

He always believed that Yan Qi was not dead.

"..."

"Yeah, you're really awesome."

He is miserable in his past life, and even if his memory is blocked, he still has such a terrifying intuition. He is worthy of it.

"Don't worry, she is not dead, so there is no talk of resurrection."

"Isn't this the moment you have been waiting for for so long? After tonight, you will finally get what you want."
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