Approaching the hut, Zhang Yufan's pupils suddenly dilated. He saw a woman in white lying in front of the hut, motionless despite the wind and rain: she seemed like a dying swan lying in the sky; and she seemed to be pure and holy.

The fairy let the world be filthy and blasphemous; it was as if the originally carefree white moth was injured and fell to the ground, and was trampled by passers-by. It was so pitiful and heartbreaking that Zhang Yufan's heart was in his throat. Isn't this person Zhuo Yijing?

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Zhang Yufan knew that Zhuo Yijing must be worried so she came out to look for him. She was exhausted mentally and fainted and passed out. Zhang Yufan rushed over to her in front of the hut. At this moment, he was exhausted both physically and mentally. It took a lot of effort to hold her in his arms.

When he woke up, he felt that her whole body was cold to the bone, even colder than the cold rain.

Zhang Yufan struggled to carry Zhuo Yijing back into the house, and carefully laid her flat on the bed. He probed her breath with trembling hands, but could not feel any warmth or breath at all. At this moment, Zhang Yufan's

His heart turned to ice, but he couldn't believe that Zhuo Yijing had left so quietly. He still had a lot to say to her, and he hadn't said sorry to her yet. Zhang Yufan's eyes were blank and uncertain, and he murmured:

"Impossible, impossible! The fortune teller said that as long as we get through this hard and painful time, we will be happy and sweet together." He who believes deeply in numerology knows that most fortune tellers in the world are just making false praises and talking nonsense.

Numerology, just to attract money

Even if everything is exhausted, Zhang Yufan will never give up on Zhuo Yijing. Zhang Yufan is proficient in medical science and puts his finger on her left wrist to take the pulse. The left cun, Guan and Chi belong to the three meridians of the human body: heart, liver and kidney, and the central pulse is

The most important thing is that Zhang Yufan has no pulse no matter whether he presses lightly (to take the floating pulse), presses hard (to take the sinking pulse), or presses alone (to take the single pulse). Zhuo Yijing was already very weak, and coupled with the excessive seven emotions, resulting in

Qi and blood were scattered, and finally he died of heart failure. Zhang Yufan's eyesight became cloudy and he couldn't help but slumped aside; his world was only darkness, without any sunshine; his heart was also broken into powder, and Zhang Yufan could not piece it together.

Fan leaned down and stroked Zhuo Yijing's cheek. There were no tears in his eyes. There was no joy, no worry, no sorrow, no anger, no desire, no fear. The seven emotions were lost. If a person's heart is dead, this

Although people are worried about life and death at this moment, no words can be used to describe Zhang Yufan's mood at this moment. The real pain is indescribable and even unspeakable.

Zhang Yufan murmured in his mouth: "In heaven, I would like to be a winged bird, and on earth, I would like to be a twig; as time goes by, this hatred will last forever." Through the ages, the only choice is death, and death may be his best destination.

Zhang Yufan's throat suddenly rolled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out into the sky, turning into a mist of blood, falling towards the center of the room. In fact, Zhang Yufan was also seriously injured like Zhuo Yijing, and death was approaching; it was only with his strong will that he could hold on.

Now, now that his heart is dead, his life cannot be saved no matter what. Zhang Yufan smiled bitterly, feeling that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and sleepiness came over him. At the moment when he was about to fall, several white lights flashed in the sky in front of his eyes.

The rain stopped, the ground trembled slightly, and the candlelight flickered. Such a vision made Zhang Yufan wake up. It turned out that the ground cracked several gaps for no reason, and these white lights were emitted from the gaps.

Zhang Yufan cheered up and watched the changes in the room vigilantly. He found that these white rainbows happened to form sixteen words: true love of life and death, touching the world, the sword of the sky, saving the common people.

Zhang Yufan was extremely surprised. Could it be that God-given miracle came to save them? Then, Zhang Yuyufan saw that there was true energy coming out along with the white light. This true energy seemed to be driven by an unspeakable mysterious power to become spiritual energy, and entered

After feeling the strong air flow in Zhang Yufan's body traveling through the twelve meridians of his body, Zhang Yufan suddenly felt refreshed, energetic, and benefited endlessly, and his wounds were gradually healing miraculously. It all seemed like a miracle.
Chapter completed!