Crossing the Sauvignon Blanc

Chapter 237 Xiangliu Awakens

Phoenix Ring Space

Yan Mo woke up slowly. The light was a little dazzling. She wanted to raise her hands to cover her eyes, but found that her whole body was weak and it was difficult for her to move her hands.

"Lolo..."

"I'm here, sister. Are you awake? Are you feeling unwell?"

Luo Luo quickly stood up and walked to Yan Mo's bedside, asking with concern. Phoenix blood can save people, but there is no way to bring Phoenix blood back. The only way is to slowly nurse it back to health. At most, take some spiritual medicine to replenish energy and spirit.

They say that doctors don’t treat themselves. Isn’t this a perfect example?

"How many days has it been? Is Xiangliu feeling better?"

"It's been three days, sister. Don't move, I'll bring him over."

"it is good."

Luo Luo moved the basin over and placed it in front of Yan Mo, muttering to himself:

"He should be fine now. He just fell into a deep sleep. His injuries have healed, and he's completely absorbed the blood. Don't worry, he's still alive and well! He should wake up soon."

A small nine-headed dragon curled up quietly, with its nine heads stacked together in a mess, not afraid of getting tangled.

"Pfft, so cute, it's a pity I don't have a camera, otherwise I would have taken a picture, this scene is really rare."

"You're the only one who can laugh!"

"We're all okay, aren't we?"

Lolo curled her lips, muttered a few words, and said nothing more.

Yan Mo gently picked up Xiang Liu and moved closer with difficulty, letting him lie beside him. He turned sideways and gently stroked his smooth scales and cute little head.

Xiangliu had a very long dream. At first, he felt so painful that he was about to die. He wanted to go back, but it was dark all around him. He couldn't see or touch anything. Maybe he was really going to die. He was very sad. Would Ah Mo blame him? She still had two children. She should live well for them.

He felt like he was back in his childhood, in the death pits. Back then, the surroundings were just as dim, and the wounds from daily whippings had never healed. Sticky pus dripped from his body from time to time, emitting a disgusting stench that even slave owners despised. The only remaining tattered fig leaf preserved his remaining shred of dignity.

He wanted to escape, but his hands and feet were tightly bound with chains. The more he struggled, the more his legs and wrists were rubbed by the chains. The piercing pain is still vivid in his mind.

Now, he was trapped in darkness again. Perhaps this was what people often called hell. He had killed countless people. Even though he had done a lot of good things behind Yan Mo later, that should have been Yan Mo's credit. He had just done it by chance.

I'm sorry, Mo'er, I promised you that I would not abandon you, but I broke my promise.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I made something delicious. Do you want to try it?"

Suddenly a beam of light came in. This light was a little special, it was red. Yan Mo's figure walked slowly out from the light and shadow, and he seemed to be holding something delicious in his hand, which smelled very good.

"Mo'er, why are you here? Did you do something stupid?"

There was only heartache in Xiangliu's eyes. She said that if he died, she would come to accompany him...

"What are you thinking about! We are all fine, you are just too tired, you will be fine after a good sleep, eat something first."

Xiangliu took it and ate it happily, as if nothing happened.

"Mo'er, you..."

After Xiangliu finished his last bite, he looked up and found that Yan Mo had become transparent, and his hands were covered in blood. What had he eaten? What did Yan Mo give him to eat?

"Mo'er! You lied to me! What did you make me eat? What's wrong with you? Why is this happening? No! Don't disappear! Come back!"

"Mo'er!"

Xiang Liu woke up from a nightmare. When he looked up, he found himself in a warm embrace. Looking at Yan Mo who was sleeping soundly in front of him, he stood up and turned back into human form.

"Master Xiangliu, are you awake? My sister just fell asleep, do you want to..."

"Shh!"

Luo Luo tactfully withdrew. They didn't need anyone else between them.

Yan Mo's lips were frighteningly pale. When Xiang Liu woke up and saw himself intact, he knew that it was Yan Mo who saved him again. In this world, only her blood could restore him to his perfect state.

"Fool! I'm not going to die... why bother..."

Why hurt yourself? Just give him a little bit and let him recover slowly.

Xiangliu raised his hand and wanted to touch her pale and thin cheek. She had lost a lot of weight.

A tear rolled down his eye. He raised his hand to wipe it away and accidentally saw the jade basin beside the bed. The traces of dried blood on the edge of the basin stung his eyes.

Luo Luo only remembered the blood basin when she was halfway there. Oh no, she turned back in a hurry, only to find that Xiangliu had been staring at the blood basin for a long time.

"Hehe, that, I took it away. And my sister said that after the adult wakes up, you are not allowed to hurt yourself. She said that she is fine and just needs to be taken care of. Don't worry about her."

She knew Xiangliu was very smart, so there was no need to explain. But she was worried that he would do something stupid again. They were both fools.

"I see. Go down. I want to stay with her for a while."

Xiangliu lifted up Yan Mo's hand that was originally used as a pillow for his head, turned over and lay on it, gently pulled Yan Mo into his arms, kissed her on the forehead, and gently raised the corners of his lips that were a little ugly.

He lost his life, and he knew it better than anyone else, but when he woke up, he was intact. Did she forget that he had ancient memories? How could he not know the price she paid to save him...

He wanted to hold her tighter but was afraid of waking her from her sleep. Tears blurred his vision and he cried silently.

A man doesn't cry easily, but only when he's heartbroken. He doesn't want to be hurt, isn't it because he's afraid of this day? But he can't escape it.

"Xiang Liu..."

"I'm... I'm back!"

"Don't cry, I'm fine, sleep with me for a while!"

"I'm not crying, you heard it wrong..."

Still as arrogant as ever.

“Yes, I cried…”

Yan Mo found a comfortable position, rubbed himself gently, smiled contentedly, and fell asleep peacefully.

Haoling Border

When Xiang Yao came over, he saw Chishui Fenglong being nailed to a wooden frame and exposed to the sun. His eyes were dull, his lips were chapped, and his body was covered with scars from being whipped, but he was still alive.

Xiang Yao ignored his existence and went straight to Xiao Yao.

"What exactly happened? Is Xuan still alive?"

"I don't know. Maybe he's alive. Maybe his soul has been swallowed. I'll wait for you to come and take a look. If you can save him, then save him. If not, it's fate..."

"Chishui Fenglong, how do you plan to deal with him?"

"Kill him! He committed a capital crime. I can't possibly forgive him."

Xiaoyao looked out the window towards Fenglong. She had tasted the consequences of being soft-hearted. She couldn't afford the gamble. She'd just consider it as him paying for Xiangliu's life.

"How is Xiangliu?"

Xiao Yao turned around, wanting to see the answer in Xiang Yao's eyes.

"It's not clear yet, they are still in space."

Xiang Yao was also a little worried, but he wasn't worried about their lives. He was just worried that Yan Mo would do something stupid. Yan Mo wasn't as heartless as Xiao Yao in her previous life, who didn't take his life seriously. Thinking of this, he felt a little wronged. What could he do? He just fell in love with her.

"Tomorrow morning, go and rescue His Majesty the Black Emperor. I have spread rumors that the Black Emperor is controlled by Tushan Patriarch. We don't know whether the Yellow Emperor is alive or dead. The Xiyan court should be in chaos right now."

Shennong Mountain

Huangdi was imprisoned in a dark secret room. It was Xuan who brought him here personally. He still remembered that day, Xuan came to pay his respects to him as usual, but when he turned around, he was knocked unconscious, and when he woke up, he was here.

Later, Shennong Xinyue came over once, went crazy for a while, and left again.

He sighed inwardly, staring at the small window. A ray of light shone through the window, forming a beautiful curtain of light, leaving a trace of warmth in the dim secret room.

"Ah Heng, A'lao..."