Chapter 1757: Zhuangzhuang, wait for me

"East?"

"That's right." Baima said, "The dragon energy you want is now only available

in Zhou Guo, which is located in the east. It is useless for you to struggle

on the northern Qi side."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"You never asked me." Bai Ma said, "What's more, haven't you thought about it

yourself? The emperor of Northern Qi has become a king, and the disappearance

of the Ziwei Dragon Qi is inevitable.

Ji Wenyuan didn't speak.

Baima said: "Go to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, there is everything you need. You

can change your own destiny with dragon aura, or you can use the blood of the

royal family to save your beloved woman."

Ji Wenyuan was silent for a moment, and said: "She is like this now... The

genius doctor Sai said that she is dead, can she wait?"

"She is not dead yet."

Baima said, "She was just frozen. Now she has been soaked in the medicine of

the genius doctor Sai. As long as you immediately freeze her in the thousand-

year-old ice of my Jiuli Clan, she can wait until the day you come back to

save her. "

Looking at Zhuang Yunshu's peaceful sleeping face, Ji Wenyuan knew that he had

been moved.

In order to change his fate and save Zhuang Zhuang, he is willing to pay any

price.

Even if the people of the world are to give their lives for it!

Seeing his heart move, Bai Ma said: "I know a secret road, you can go to the

ice cellar in the mountains without being discovered. That is the forbidden

area of our Jiuli people. You put her there and no one will find out. . You

can do your thing with peace of mind."

Ji Wenyuan thought for a long time and agreed.

With Baima's help, he sent Zhuang Yunshu to the depths of the Jiuli

nationality's iceberg and put her in an ice coffin made of thousand-year-old

ice.

Before leaving, he stroked the ice coffin and said softly: "Zhuang Zhuang, you

sleep in peace and wait for me to come back to pick you up."

...

After finishing this matter, Ji Wenyuan returned to the clan again.

He went to the place where his sister lived.

Ji Tangtang, as the saint of Jiuli, lives alone in a cave on a mountain.

The cave is warm and clean.

Ji Wenyuan stepped lightly, walked to the bed, and looked at the quietly lying

girl.

Her beautiful apple face was not ** at the moment, her left arm was empty,

and the wound was wrapped in layers of gauze, oozing blood.

Ji Wenyuan felt regretful in his heart.

He squatted to the bed and reached out to touch his sister's face.

Ji Tangtang opened her eyes, her voice was a little dry and dumb: "Brother, I

want to drink water."

"Okay, you wait."

Ji Wenyuan quickly turned around to bring a glass of water, supported her, and

fed her a drink.

Ji Tangtang drank the water and lay down again.

Ji Wenyuan said distressedly: "Sister, I'm sorry."

"Brother, is King Qin okay?" Ji Tangtang asked softly.

"You are like this yourself, do you still care about him?"

"I'm fine." Ji Tangtang said, "I am the saint of Jiuli, the future patriarch.

As long as I am willing, more people are willing to serve me. It doesn't

matter if I lose one hand."

Ji Wenyuan's eyes were red.

He bowed his head and wiped away his tears, his voice was a little choked:

"You are too stupid. Why do you want to block the sword for King Qin? He

doesn't even like you."

"But I like him." Ji Tangtang said softly, "Mother asked me to go to

experience, and want me to understand what love is. Now I understand, loving

someone is to hope that he is good. Only if he is good, I am good. If he is

not good, no matter how good I am, it is not good."

Ji Wenyuan's tears fell.

He whispered: "Our Ji family don't know why we have to suffer such hardship

and fate. A man will not live to be thirty years old, and a woman is destined

to be tortured by love."