Loser Princess Defies Heaven - Chapter 812

Mo Qingge is immersed in the boundless darkness. He only feels that his body is as light as Hongyu, floating in the air.

Ancient memory, like a dream, reappeared in her mind.

Their ten years, the sea of flowers they planted together, the Guqin they played together, and the courtyard they lived together.

It has been tens of thousands of years since the vines withered and turned yellow.

Scenes, but like yesterday.

Unforgettable, like a second personal experience.

When she pulled away from the dream and opened her eyes, she burst into tears again unconsciously.

The sky outside the window is dim, and it feels like a world away.

Even she did not know how long she had been sleeping.

In my mind, I am still thinking about that long dream, that real dream.

It turned out that the relationship between her and uncle Huang had been settled as early as 80000 years ago.

In 80000 years, they have been together and separated for countless times, always knowing each other’s wishes at the last moment.

Up to now, the situation of life and death can not be changed.

This miss is a total of 80000 years.

It’s destiny.

She lost a smile, tears fall, already numb.

“Queen demon, you wake up.” A maid came forward respectfully, “drink this medicine.”

Mo Qingge suddenly returned to his mind. Although he was upset, he still shook his little hand and took the medicine.

After a long time, adjusting her mood, she asked, “how long have I been sleepy?”

“You’ve been sleeping for two days and two nights, but we’re worried.” The maid’s tone was somewhat concerned.

“Two days and two nights…”

Mo Qingge repeated these four words, and couldn’t help taking a breath.

It took her two days and two nights to go through the memory of her past life 80000 years ago again.

Engrave the bone, engrave the heart.

Memory in the mind, a jumble.

Suddenly, she remembered something.

“Pa”, Mo Qingge puts down the medicine bowl, and replays the memory at the end in his mind.

I do not know why, in the dream, she is not her own perspective, but standing in the third perspective, at a glance.

So all that she remembered, or did not remember, about both of them was in her mind.

“Wait a minute.” Mo Qingge bit his lower lip, as if muttering, “Uncle Huang… I know how to save uncle Huang!”

“Demon queen?”

After that, Mo Qingge rushed into the inner hall regardless of her bare feet and ran to the bedside.

The eyes of the people on the couch are slightly closed, and they are still as calm as a pool of water.

Mo Qingge’s steps swayed for a while, fell on the side of the bed, and suddenly a big hand came out, holding her body.

“Master, be careful.” Xuanli’s voice is cold and gentle.

Mo Qingge, holding the edge of the bed, got up slowly, but said excitedly: “Xuanli, I remember. I suddenly remembered, 80000 years ago, 80000 years ago… When Uncle Huang was dead, he left a trace of his spirit in his mind!”

Leaving a wisp of soul, it also means that uncle Huang may be resurrected.

“What’s wrong with you?” Xuanli also had some accidents.

“Well.”

Mo Qingge nodded and closed her eyes. The hot Xuanli gathered her palms and brushed the white clothes on the couch.

The air is still.

In a moment, she suddenly opened her eyes. In her slightly red eyes, there was a trace of surprise.

Sure enough!

Sure enough… There is still a faint spirit in Uncle Huang’s divine consciousness.

It’s just very fragile. It can be broken at any time.

Nevertheless, Mo Qingge was very excited: “Uncle Huang is saved, he is saved!”

Immediately, her finger bone tightly curled up, and the hot Xuanli condensed into the palm.

Just about to move, he was caught by Xuanli.

“Master!” Xuanli seemed to know what she was going to do, and said seriously, “no, although you are an ancient oracle and have your own spirit, if you sacrifice your spirit to save him, it will do great harm to your own body!”

The spirit is possessed only by the oracle.

The absence of spirit means that she can never rise to the Oracle realm again.

Moreover, even if the master sacrifice spirit, the demon God may not be able to revive, the probability is too small.

Such bets and exchanges are not worth the loss.

Four eyes opposite, Mo Qingge’s voice, calm and resolute: “Xuanli, you know, I must save him!”

If she could change her beloved to wake up, she would not blink even if she risked her life.

If she doesn’t show her spirit, the little bit of weak spirit in Uncle Huang’s divine consciousness will not last for a few hours and disappear.

At that time, it is the real powerlessness.

So, while there is still a ray of life, she must firmly grasp it!

“Master…”

Xuanli sighed and slowly released her hand. She probably knew that no matter what she said, she would not change her decision.

Mo Qingge closed her eyes, surrounded by mysterious forces, climbing and condensing.

Xuanli, however, stepped back to protect the Dharma behind her without saying a word, and set a barrier outside the door to keep no one near.

Brush——

The next second, the Xuanwen Bracelet turns into a Xuanqi and falls into the palm of Mo Qingge’s hand. She clenches her sword and cuts her chest.

Blood dripping, enchanting and dazzling.

Xuanli looked in her eyes and felt pain in her heart, but she still didn’t open her lips. She quietly looked at her spirit and her light suddenly appeared.

It’s the only one who can make the master so desperate.

Xuanli’s eyes drooped slightly. In the dark eyes, it seemed that there were many stories hidden.

In fact, after he ascended to the demigod, the ancient memory of 80000 years ago began to ring out.

Eighty thousand years ago, there were five commanders under the demon God, and he was one of them, Yinglong.

Later, the demon God fell behind, so he went with the demon God. After destroying the yuan God, he left a soul and was lonely for tens of thousands of years.

Until the appearance of Xuanwen bracelet, he found a new home and a new master.

Eighty thousand years ago, he was a demigod. After he became the spirit of Xuanwen bracelet, Xuanwen Bracelet nurtured him for thousands of years.

Then, the master awakened him, and his strength began to gradually recover.

It was not long ago that it returned to 80000 years ago.

“Cough…”

Suddenly, the light of Mo Qingge dissipated, and he gave his spirit to the people on the couch, protecting his weak spirit.

Take back Xuanli, a mouthful of blood gushes out.

“Master.”

Xuanli stepped forward and hugged her. His heart was like a knife.

Mo Qingge’s slender phalanx is also full of blood. Holding Gu Mian’s icy bone tightly, he realizes that his residual spirit has stabilized, and the big stone at the bottom of his heart slowly falls to the ground.

“Uncle Huang, even if there is only a ray of life, Ge’er will surely save you!”