Chapter 443 Immortal Cultivation? Repair Magic?

Venerable Guiyuan's throat was rolling, and he couldn't speak a word.

None of the aura he had entered into her body had any effect, her wounds could not heal, nor could the blood stop.

How to do? How to do?

"Sanlang, I'm sorry, I failed you and let you down again and again."

"I, I never thought that Saburo would be so kind to me."

"Sanlang, you, you forget about me, okay? Proceed to immortality, and don't have anything to do with people like me."

"When I was young, I envied people who could cultivate immortals the most. In my dreams, I always dreamed of the beautiful pictures of those practitioners when they ascended to immortality."

"Sanlang, I can't do it anymore, but you can do it. I'm so happy to think that you can have such a day."

"At that time, Saburo must have been very handsome and good-looking."

The blood on her body gradually turned black.

But she didn't seem to notice it, and she swallowed the blood in her mouth again, only smiling and looking at Venerable Guiyuan obsessively.

"You are not good at anything, you lied to me and kept it from me, but I still like you." He hugged her tightly, and the words he liked to say, suddenly opened up before his eyes, making him finally know himself mind.

He likes her.

No matter what she had done before, no matter what she had been through before, he still couldn't help himself from liking her.

He couldn't help it, and he didn't dare to imagine how terrible life would be without her.

So when he finished speaking, he wanted to put his hand on the back of her head and put his forehead against hers.

His hand was grabbed by Yan Ge.

"Sanlang!" She called again: "Don't be like this, I am a person who should have died a long time ago, meeting you and Hongchen is the greatest joy of my life, and I am already very satisfied."

"If Saburo likes me, I will have no regrets in my life."

"Sanlang, if something happens to you because of me, I will die with regret."

"Sanlang, I'm fine and happy, and I hope you're fine and happy like me."

Her nails were almost digging into his palm, her voice became softer and softer: "Sanlang, the only thing I can't let go of is you, you must be well."

Be good, oh my god, she really doesn't want him to turn black again, she really wants him with all her heart in this plane, but what the hell is wrong with his fate, it's not what people want. .

This powerful being is not only a deep pit, but also poisonous.

She really wants to live a peaceful and happy life with him, but the concubine can't do it now, eh!

"Sanlang, I just beg you, be good..."

She didn't speak again for a long time.

The room fell into a state of dead silence at some point.

And he didn't seem to realize it.

Her hand that grabbed him was always very strong. He knelt on the ground, wrapped her body in one hand, and was tightly held by her in the other.

It just kept going, motionless.

It seems that only in this way can he lie to himself, she is still angry, she is still talking.

After the blood on her body dried up, pieces of crystal snowflakes flew out from those wounds, and in mid-air, as far as he could see, the snowflakes melted and disappeared.

He paused, and finally there was an expression on his calm face: "No!"

With a face full of horror, he yelled heart-piercingly: "Don't!"

He tried to hold her wound with his hands, trying to freeze her body.

But even so, her body was still turning into those snowflakes piece by piece.