Zongling Biography

Chapter 497
After a long time, even if I want to cry, there are no more tears.

Now that the two children came back, their sadness was aroused again, and only the sound of sobbing in the room was heard.

The most difficult days in this world are nothing more than days of waiting.

That kind of sense of powerlessness that is far away makes people feel haggard physically and mentally.
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Zong Musui handed the bottle to Xihua, "Take it back!"

His forehead was covered with dense sweat, his lips were white, Xihua asked worriedly: "Are you okay?"

He waved his hand, "It's okay, take it back quickly!"

Xihua nodded, "Okay, then you have a good rest."

After returning from King Huan, things became even more difficult. Taizu retreated and no one could enter the cave.

He waited and waited, and finally found that he couldn't wait and turned back.

During the days when he came back, Ji Sijiu's soul was all supported by Zong Musui's apex blood, otherwise he would disappear soon.

Xihua has to come down to pick it up once a day, Zong Musui's body has not been well taken care of.

He just relied on a little blood to supply her, asked once and got no news, asked again, still no news.

He would often talk to the brightest star in the sky outside, as if he was telling her his heart.

"Jiu'er, stop making trouble, everyone is worried about you, you can't let yourself go on like this, you have to have your own desire to survive, wake up quickly, everyone is waiting for you."

He would say that every night for a year.

Liu Niang seemed to have aged several years in this year, and the hair around her ears had begun to be covered with silver frost.

Everyone began to despair. The six brothers and sisters had been to the Ji family's ancestral grave and could not kneel down. They did not protect Ji Sijiu well, and now something happened to the only blood of the Ji family.

They wanted to pray that the old lady would have a spirit in the sky, and bless Ji Sijiu to survive this disaster safely and wake up smoothly.

The winter of the second year was about to pass, and Uncle Hua called several times, wanting Ji Sijiu to go back to the mountains for the New Year.

They were terrified that she would not make it through the year.

Because she can only live on oxygen, she has already lost her own breathing.

Uncle Hua had prepared for the worst, even if it failed in the end, she should return to the mountains.

Everyone discussed it, and finally escorted Ji Sijiu's body back to the old house.

Uncle Hua led the crowd out to greet them. The mountain road was rough and they carried Ji Sijiu up on a stretcher. There were dots of snowflakes floating in the sky. Although Ah Lu was holding an umbrella, she still fell a lot. Snow.

Seeing her deep purple lips, Uncle Hua burst into tears instantly.

He eased his emotions, and said to the people behind him: "Welcome the master to enter the door."
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The Ji family didn't buy anything for the New Year this year, not even a single red lantern.

Seeing that it was over, the house was still lifeless, without any look of joy.

Even in the cold winter, Xiaoman would move a chair and sit in front of the door every day.

The dumb girl saw that she was often in a daze, so she sat beside her and wanted to chat with her.

As soon as she sat down, before she could speak, Xiaoman opened her mouth first, "Sister, I want to go down the mountain."

The dumb girl froze for a moment, "Going down the mountain?"

She nodded slightly, "Yeah."

"What do you mean by going down the mountain? Where are you going down the mountain?"

She turned her head and asked, "Do you think Miss can still wake up?"

The dumb girl frowned in displeasure, "What do you mean? As long as she is alive, we have to guard her."

Xiao Man shook his head, "No, I'm afraid she won't be able to wait any longer."

"Can't wait for anything?"

(End of this chapter)