The Cold Regent Keeps a Fox as a Consort

The pain of peeling is terrible, and even death has become a luxury beyond reach. The ultimate pain is like the pain in the oil pan of the eighteenth layer of hell. Even the soul is twitching.

Song Pingyong passed away a few times, and was awakened by pain.

He was confused and could hear Aunt Song crying, but he was so painful that his mouth could not be opened, and his weak breath seemed to be cut on his body with a blade.

Nan Huajun rescued him.

At this moment, Song Pingyong's body was still weak, but he felt the "comfort" that he had never had before. It was a kind of "comfort" rescued from the oil pan.

Nan Huajun shook his head slightly to Song Pingyong: "No need to thank you, I am an alchemist, and I will never die."

Nan Huajun is a decent person. As long as he sees his life dying, whether it is a rich or a poor man, he will help him and will never receive remuneration.

only……

Also those people can find Nan Huajun, and with a sigh of relief, wait for Nan Huajun to rescue him.

The only piece of holy capital that can allow Nan Huajun to come by himself is Xiao Xi.

Song Pingyong and Auntie Song did not know this. After listening to what Nan Huajun said, Song Pingyong and Auntie Song were very moved. They looked at Nanhuajun gratefully, and looked at him in white clothes, like a fairy prince in heaven.

Aunt Song half kneeled beside Song Pingyong, stretched out her trembling hand, and touched his face without a trace of blood. The skin was clearly not a little bit cold, like a dead body.

Aunt Song’s fingers shuddered, and Lao tears: "Ping Brother, you said that you will die later than me. You can’t talk or talk, just abandon me first."

Aunt Song is really scared. Even if she sees that Song Pingyong can speak now, she is still scared.

The moment when she came in, she saw Song Pingyong's bloody flesh. For a moment, she thought of dying with him.

Song Pingyong wanted to raise his hand and wipe away the tears from Aunt Song's face, but was helpless. His arm, without a trace of strength, could not lift it at all.

Song Pingyong said with tears: "I remember those words, I said that I will take care of you for a lifetime, but now..." His voice choked, his old eyes sadly said: "I will only drag you down if I live."

Song Pingyong is an honest person who doesn't know much about love. The most pleasant thing he said in her life is that she will take care of Aunt Song for the rest of her life and will die after Aunt Song, and will not let her die alone.

He and Aunt Song had no children and no daughters in their life, and the one who died later was really pitiful, and even the grave could not go in.

It is different now.

Now that Song Xi is gone, Song Xi will take care of Aunt Song after he leaves. He can see that Song Xi is kind and clever, and he really treats himself and Aunt Song as father and mother, even last time, Aunt Song said so heavy to her, and drove her away, but she still has to come back, which is enough to prove.

Aunt Song burst into tears and cried and said, "What do you mean? You don't want to say anything? I tell you, Song Pingyong, you dare to die in front of me, and I die with you immediately."

Xiao Xi's clear eyes were reddish. After watching Song Pingyong and Aunt Song for so many years, she was more than Jin Jian. The tears in her eyes slipped quietly and she said with a smile.

"Dad, don't think about it, Nan Huajun said that you can be rescued completely. You will soon stand up again and live the simple and happy life with your mother."

Xiao Xi glanced at Nan Huajun and blinked at him: "Really? Nan Huajun?"

Nan Huajun saw Xiao Xi's red eyes with tears, how could he have the heart to say "no"?

Nan Huajun nodded his head slightly, followed Xiao Xi's intention, and said to Song Pingyong: "Xi'er is right."

"Brother Ping, have you heard it? Both Xi'er and Nan Huajun said that you will stand up again, and you should stop thinking about it." Although Song Auntie said so, she felt bitter in her heart.

because……

Song Pingyong had no children and his parents died long ago, with only one sister.

But the younger sister had long broken off with Song Pingyong.

because……

The younger sister was married to the high gate of the Holy City. She thought that the poor brother Song Pingyong was disgraceful. He would look down on the family members of the high gate middle husband and simply ignore the feelings of brothers and sisters. After humiliating Song Pingyong, he completely broke the relationship.

Will this sister like to put seven bowls of blood?

Aunt Song had no idea, but, for Song mediocrity, she had to give it a try, even if she knelt down to ask Song Yuer.

Yao Sheng also comforted Song Pingyong, but he really didn't know if Song Pingyong could stand up again, because Nan Huajun was very clear and needed the blood of his loved ones.

Song Xi was not Song Pingyong's own daughter.

in fact.

Xiao Xi had other plans.

After Yao Sheng took Song Pingyong from the ground to the bed, Xiao Xi and Nan Huajun left the room.

At this time, Xiao Xi could not care so much.

She and Nan Huajun walked outside the fence courtyard and stopped: "Nan Huajun, I want you to do me a favor."

Nan Huajun was about to leave, and when Xiao Xi said this, he paused: "Huh?"

Xiao Xi took a breath and put his finger in his mouth, biting hard, and blood came out of her fingertips, and a sweet fragrance flew from her fingertips: "Look at my blood, can I save my father ?"

Nan Huajun smelled the sweetness of her blood and felt a shock in her heart, her eyes stuck to the blood on her finger.