: Resurrection by borrowing a corpse

Looking at Rong Qianzhi, who seemed to be unconscious because of excessive sadness, Yan Buli felt a thrill in his heart. He didn't say anything else and asked someone to prepare hot water quickly.

The hot water was prepared, Rong Qianzhi carried Gong Mohan himself and walked towards the room. Yan Buli was not allowed to help.

"Shizhi..." Yan Buli stretched out his hand and finally shrank back. He turned his face away, unable to bear to look at Rong Qianzhi's thin body, but stubbornly carrying Gong Mohan's body.

Jingyun and Pofeng wanted to follow into the room, but Rong Qianzhi said and stopped him: "I want to wipe my husband's body, it's not convenient for you to come in."

"Princess..." Pofeng spoke choked, but he didn't know what else to say.

Rong Qianzhi ignored Pofeng and walked into the room with Gong Mohan on his back, closed the door with his feet, and gently placed Gong Mohan on the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed, reached out to stroke Gong Mohan's cold cheeks, and said gently: "Husband, you said that you will never leave me in this life, right? You also said that we will grow old together slowly. When we get old, I can't walk anymore, you will carry me on your back, let's watch the spring flowers blooming together, and watch the clouds rolling and unfolding together. Do you remember these?"

"Husband, you are a man with a promise. You never lie to me. This time it was just an accident. You must be reluctant to leave me forever, right?"

"Husband, I'll give you three years, no, I'll give you five years. You must return to my side, otherwise, I won't want you anymore, do you know?" As he said that, Rong Qianzhi took Gong Mohan's hand, hooked up his little finger, and said, "Husband, we'll just say that."

Yan Buli and Chu Tianjiao were worried about Rong Qianzhi. They put their ears against the door and listened carefully. Although Rong Qianzhi spoke very lightly, they still heard it clearly. Yan Buli was worried and reached out and wanted to push the door in.

Chu Tianjiao hurriedly grabbed his wrist and pulled him aside: "Buli, Qianzhi won't let us in, what are you doing!"

Yan Buli's brows were already twisted into a ball, and he was worried: "Tianjiao, you have heard what she said to Mo Han just now. She was just talking nonsense. What should I do?"

"Buli, calm down. I don't think Qianzhi is talking nonsense. Don't you know where she and I came from?" Chu Tianjiao felt that since she and Rong Qianzhi could travel through time, they could resurrect themselves by corpses or be reborn. Gong Mohan might be able to resurrect from the dead.

After Chu Tianjiao's thrust, Yan Buli remembered that Rong Qianzhi and Chu Tianjiao were both from modern times, and both of them were resurrecting themselves with corpses. In this way, Zhizhi must also want Mo Han to resurrect themselves with corpses.

But the fact that borrowing a corpse to resurrect the soul is too mysterious. Sometimes it depends on chance. No one knows whether Mo Han can be resurrected from the dead.

Perhaps, this is why stopping will give Mo Han five years.

He sighed softly: "I hope God can open his eyes and make Stop fulfill his wish."

Chu Tianjiao didn't say anything and looked at the closed door, hoping.

Rong Qianzhi helped Gong Mohan clean his body and put on clean clothes. Then she left the room and looked at Yan Buli and said, "Brother Buli, I need enough ice."

"Okay, there are some in the ice cellar. If not enough, I'll ask someone to look for it elsewhere." Yan Buli knew why Rong Qianzhi wanted ice. Only by preserving Mo Han's body intact can Mo Han return to his body by chance.

"Brother Buli, please continue to give me instructions. If anyone dares to reveal a word about this before defeating Dongliao, he will be killed without mercy!" Rong Qianzhi's face was expressionless and his voice was not loud, but his words were mixed with a suffocating bloody storm.
Chapter completed!