After doing all this, she looked at Shen Jiuli with her breath, as if she was looking at the last life-saving straw, hoping for a miracle.?

After a while, there was no movement, Shen Jiuli was still lying there quietly without a sound.

Useless, all useless!

All the things she worked hard to do were useless!

Xueyi Mo sat down dejectedly, looking at Shen Jiuli in a daze, his eyes full of despair and confusion.

Xue Yimo sat in the quiet room for several days. She seemed to be a soulless doll, and she had all her strength removed and could only sit there blankly.

During this period, Longchuan brought many people here. The people he brought were old and one by one had status.

In the end, he even invited the young master of the Dragon Clan, the person with the highest Chinese medicine skills in the Three Realms.

But everyone said there was no way.

At the end, the young master of the Dragon Clan sighed and said an ancient secret technique: "If the witch who assassinated the Emperor exiled herself to the poorest mountain and bad waters, then committed suicide there, and endured the consequences of the Tiansha lonely star in every life in the future and the consequences of not being able to endure a good death, she could make a wish. If she happened to wish that the Emperor would wake up, then this wish would be fulfilled... Of course, there are other things needed. Alas, this method is useless to say..."

Longchuan left disappointed again.

After they left, Xue Yimo was stunned for a long time, and the old man's words kept echoing in his mind.

I don't know how long it took, but she stood up and looked at Shen Jiuli who was lying quietly there.

She used her eyes to describe his heavenly face over and over again, and finally showed a bitter smile.

He leaned over and kissed Shen Jiuli lightly, his lips as cold as ice, but she was so immersed in kissing.

After a kiss and separation, her eyes were full of determination: "Jiuli, I will wake you up..."

Turning around and leaving, running towards her destiny...

...

Ning Xuemo finally took her hand back, her body trembled slightly, and the strong sadness of her previous life always enveloped her heart, making her unable to relieve her for a moment.

She looked down at the coffin, feeling even more distressed. She pursed her lips and whipped her sleeves, the coffin opened.

Sorrow hits my face.

A girl in red lies quietly in the coffin. Her skin is blown and her eyes are slightly closed, and her thick and curly eyelashes are like a small fan.

There was a sword in front of her chest, which was the God-killing Sword that had plotted against Shen Jiuli back then. Her clothes were soaked in blood, making her look more and more gorgeous.

The moment Xue Yilan saw the girl, her body shook suddenly, her face pale. He wanted to call Momo, but he swallowed the words back.

The heart hurts so much. In his previous life, did his Momo die so resolutely?

Ning Xuemo looked at herself in her previous life and was a little dazed.

She didn't know how to react.

Recovered her true memory, Xue Yimo's sadness, anger, despair, and confusion all surged into her heart, like a torrent, drowning her whole body. Her emotions were too many, too mixed and too chaotic, and she had no emotions on her face.

It turns out that my previous life was so miserable.

It turned out that it was not the great god and Xue Yilu who joined forces to kill her, but Xue Yilan.

It turned out that after the great god was killed by her, he never woke up again.

It turns out that the fate of Tiansha Lone Star was because of the curse in the previous life.

Everything has the answer.

Ning Xuemo was silent for a while, standing there like a sculpture, without moving or speaking.

After a while, she finally moved. When she brushed her sleeves, the coffin instantly burst into flames.
Chapter completed!