Situ Lang walked a few steps in the spot, his eyes lit up and looked out of the tent, "It's not far from this is the evil land of the witches. The witches must have a way, let's go there.??    "

The witches live alone in the crowd, just like people outside the world.

They do not see foreign guests, ignore worldly affairs, and are isolated from the world.

The people and events of the witch clan are like legends in the market.

Situ Lang's men set off at a lake overnight. He took out the green dragon jade on his chest and knelt on the ground, "Situ descendants come to ask for a witch."

A village suddenly appeared on the empty desert.

A witch stood in front of Situ Lang with a complicated expression.

Situ Lang looked up at the witch, "The witch once said that as long as you take this green dragon jade, the witch can make the witch agree to a condition for our Situ family. I beg you to save her now."

He stood up and hugged Mingge in the car in front of the witch, "As long as you can save her, I will agree no matter what the conditions are."

The witch stared at Ming Ge's head and was stunned for a moment, then looked up and said to Situ Lang, "To save her, you need your cultivation and life span of twenty years."

The followers behind them all exclaimed, "Young Master, no."

Situ Lang answered without hesitation, "Okay, as long as she is safe and healthy, I am willing."

The witch looked at Situ Lang in confusion.

Situ Lang smiled, and he looked down at the person in his arms, "The Heavenly Master had calculated my fortune for me and said that I would marry the most noble woman in the world. I don't want to become the wife of my dead before I even got married."

Overnight, his lifelong cultivation and twenty years of life entered her body under the transformation of the witch.

She was wearing military uniform and woke up as soon as she jumped from the bed and walked out of the tent.

There was no one left in Wu Village. At this moment, they set up a tent in the desert, and Situ Lang's tent was next to her tent.

"Thank you for your life-saving kindness. I have something important to do. I know the Situ family in the capital. I will definitely visit you with a gift when I return to Beijing another day."

She turned her back on her horse and left without looking back.

In the tent behind her, Situ Lang lay on the bed with a pale face.

A follower asked him, "Young Master, since you saved the eldest princess, why didn't you see him?"

He had gentle eyebrows and smiled at the corner of his lips, "She was in a hurry to leave. I don't want to meet her so quickly. I'm a little haggard now!"

He suffered from asthma since childhood. He practiced martial arts first to be strong, but he also strengthened his body and kept those diseases away from him.

Now that he has lost his cultivation, he has been asthma. In just one sentence, he is out of breath.

The follower suddenly realized, "Young Master thinks he is a little ugly now, are you afraid of leaving a bad impression in the eldest princess's heart?"

He pinched the horn of the quilt with his fingers. Although he was a little helpless in the honesty of the follower, he did not argue, "Yes."

If he saw her, he would be the most handsome and beautiful time.

Instead of being so sick now.

Mingge looked at the pale-faced man coughing a few times, and blood slowly flowed out of the corners of his lips, and his heart was blunt.

She fainted from the horse that time, and when she woke up, her injuries were already healed. She was worried about the border affairs and wanted to avenge her friends with anger.

He did not ask how her injuries were healed, nor did he ask for the Prince Situ who saved her.

She thought it was a matter of slaughter to save someone, but she never thought that he had spent all his cultivation and twenty years of life to save her.

Suddenly I remembered that since I married into the Situ family, the prince consort always had half a month to get sick every month.

The weak-bodied prince consort cannot carry his hands and cannot resist the shoulders. He has to cough twice after walking a few steps. She used to really don’t understand why the prince consort had to sit in a sedan chair and someone to help him.

He is obviously awesome, but he is even weaker than a *******.

I don’t know if I exercise my body, the young master of the wealthy family is indeed spoiled.

She only knew that he was weak, that he only knew that he was flirting with food, drink, defecation and defecation.

She never thought that he was suffering from the weakness of her body and cold body, which caused him to be plagued by illness.

Another person around him pulled Mingge's hand tightly. The hand was still warm and his palms were still wide.

Mingge couldn't help but ask: "Situ Lang, he..."

Is he you?

But I didn't ask for any questions.

She couldn't ask, and in a daze, the scene in front of her changed again.

Situ Lang did his best to earn money to help the eldest princess buy food.

The Situ family, which was already richest in the world, became richer and richer under the management of Situ Lang.

He made so much money, but most of it bought food for her.

Outside the city gate, he watched the food and grass convoy go away and murmured to himself, "You want to fight, I will prepare food and grass for you, but you must return safely, Mingge, you want peace."

She won the battle and returned to the capital.

People on the street cheered loudly at her, but he was bedridden by his exhaustion.

Later, he finally hired his wealth and finally married her as his wife.

The moment he received the marriage imperial edict, he was ecstatic. He said to himself in the mirror, "We must take good care of our health in the future and give Mingge a happy marriage."

...

Perhaps it is because Mingge is just a touch of spiritual consciousness now.

She could not only feel her own state of mind back then, but also feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy of Situ Lang.

Her mood will fluctuate with his mood.

At the end, his blood squirted on her face.

Mingge felt that at that moment he was swallowed by darkness, completely losing hope of light and hope.

She pinched the hand that had been holding her tightly with her backhand.

After returning to her plane for so long, she finally asked her doubts, "Who are you?"

She didn't feel her voice shrill, she just asked him over and over again, "Who are you? Who are you?"

The person in front of him slowly appeared, from the hazy at the beginning to the clarity at the end.

She finally saw his facial features and also saw her own appearance in his eyes.

He looked at her, unlike her sad expression, his eyebrows were very calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him. "In the past, I have returned to this plane again and again, and looked at me and you countless times. This is the closest time to you. It's a pity that I can't get close to you at such a close distance."

He smiled, his facial features were clearly laughing, but his expression was filled with a cynical sadness, "Mingge, look, the man you are thinking about is there."

The picture in front of me changed again.

It was on a misty night, with the sound of people in the garden boiling and joyful, with the sound of singing big shows, the sound of rock-scissors and drinking wine, and the women wearing witch clothes sang to wish Situ Sanlang and the eldest princess a happy marriage and a new year of love for a long time to have a noble son.

She covered her head and sat quietly beside the bed.

The red thick candles were flickering, and the wicks were getting longer and longer, and there were crackling sounds.

She heard that there was no one in the room, so she simply lifted the veil and walked to the portrait of Guanyin delivering her child, took scissors and cut the wick.

In the rockery pavilion not far outside the window, Situ Lang, wearing a big red robe, stood side by side with another man in blue.

"The king came from afar, to wish me and the eldest princess."

Weisheng is the king of the Qin Dynasty.
Chapter completed!