Chapter 1757 Zhuangzhuang, Wait for Me

"East?"

"That's right." Baima said, "The dragon energy you want is only available in Zhou State in the east. It will be useless for you to struggle here in Northern Qi."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"You never asked me," Baima said, "Besides, you haven't thought about this yourself? The emperor of Northern Qi has been reduced to a king, and it is inevitable that the Ziwei Dragon Qi will disappear."

Ji Wenyuan said nothing.

Baima said: "Go to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, there is everything you need there. You can use dragon energy to change your destiny, 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 miracle doctor Sai said she is dead, can she still wait?"

"She's not dead yet."

Baima said, "She was just frozen. Now she has been soaked in the potion of Divine Doctor Sai. As long as you immediately freeze her in the thousand-year ice of our Jiuli tribe, she can wait until the day you come back to save her." "

Ji Wenyuan looked at Zhuang Yunshu's peaceful sleeping face and knew that he had been persuaded.

In order to change his destiny and save Zhuang Zhuang, he is willing to pay any price.

Even if everyone in the world has to pay their lives for it!

Seeing his heartbeat, Baima added: "I know a secret road that can lead to the ice cellar in the mountains without being discovered. That is the forbidden land of our Jiuli tribe. If you put her there, no one will find out. .You can go about your business 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 iceberg and placed her in an ice coffin made of thousand-year-old ice.

Before leaving, he stroked the ice coffin and said softly: "Zhuang Zhuang, sleep peacefully and wait for me to come back to pick you up."

…

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

He went to where his sister lived.

As a saint from Jiuli, Ji Tangtang lives alone in a cave on a mountain.

The cave is warm and clean.

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

Her face, as pretty as an apple, had no color at the moment. Her left arm was empty, and the wound was wrapped in layers of gauze, with faint traces of blood seeping out.

Ji Wenyuan felt filled with regret.

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

Ji Tangtang opened his eyes and said in a dry voice: "Brother, I want to drink water."

"Okay, wait a moment."

Ji Wenyuan quickly turned around to get a glass of water, supported her, and fed her to drink.

Ji Tangtang drank some water and lay down again.

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

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

"You're like this yourself, and you still care about him?"

"I'm fine." Ji Tangtang said, "I am the saint of Jiuli and the future patriarch. As long as I am willing, there are many people willing to serve me. Even if I am missing one hand, it doesn't matter."

Ji Wenyuan's eyes turned red.

He lowered his head and wiped away his tears with a choked voice: "You are so stupid. Why do you want to block the sword for King Qin? He doesn't even like you."

"But I like him." Ji Tangtang's voice was soft. "My mother asked me to practice and understand what love is. Now I understand that to love someone is to hope that they are good. Only if he is good can I be good. If he is not good, no matter how good I am, I am still bad."

Ji Wenyuan's tears fell.

He whispered: "We, the Ji family, don't know why we have to suffer such hardships and fate. Men can't live past thirty, and women are destined to be tortured by love."