Gan Yanrong insisted on leaving a bloodline for the Shangguan family, and gave birth to Shangguan Leng at the risk of death due to leakage of her true energy.

And how could Shangguan Yi be willing to watch his beloved wife die? While constantly depleting his own cultivation to make up for the leakage of Qi from Gan Yanrong, he also had to expel toxins. One point is given, two points are made up, even if Shangguan Yi's internal strength is deep

, and cannot bear the endless losses.

"At the last moment, there is still a little bit of poison left, but the power is no longer enough. Even if one more point of true energy is injected, he will die from exhaustion. Therefore, Haotian took the Brahma Yao grass..."

"Brahma Yaocao!"

Rong Yi and Xiang Xue screamed together.[

"That's right. Although I was rescued later, Brother Yi only had seven years left to live."

The story behind is a bit sad.

Gan Yanrong is a very affectionate girl. Because she loves so deeply, she hates and fears her even more.

She hated herself, hated herself for why she insisted on having that child, and in the end her obsession turned into a demon. She gave all her love to Shangguan Yi, but left all her hatred for her own child.

At that time, Shangguan Leng was only three months old.

Gan Yanrong could not bear to see her beloved die with her own eyes, and was afraid that one day she would be unable to help but poison her child because of her inner demons.

Being cowardly, she fled Hanchi Villa.

Thirty years have passed, and the world has changed. How many people, how many things, life and death are determined by fate, and there is no trace of the dead.

Xiang Xue was silent. From her position, she didn't know what else to say.

Even though Shangguan Yi was such an astonishing genius, he was helpless against the Brahma Yaocao. Rong Yi felt a chill in his heart and couldn't help but stretched out his hand to hold it. It seemed that only by holding the warmth close to him would it not disappear.

He tightened his left hand and it hurt. He looked at Xiang Xue doubtfully. Seeing Rong Yi's eyes darkening, he thought that his demonic nature was not yet exhausted, so he ignored the pain and moved to the side, getting closer.

"Senior, is the Brahma Yaocao really so defiant? There is no way at all?"

Rong Yi asked.

Gan Yanrong's mood calmed down a bit. He was startled when he heard the words and subconsciously replied: "Yes, yes, but..."

Suddenly he stopped and gestured to extend his hand to Xue.

Floating on the pulse, he was shocked: "Little girl, how come you have also been hit by the Brahma Yaocao!"

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The pulse floats like slightly scattered willow catkins at first, then becomes heavy and astringent like stubborn wood stagnating in water. Sometimes it is sticky, and sometimes it is sparse when it merges, and it is not smooth before and after.

"No wonder you didn't move at all yesterday. It must have been a poisonous attack of Brahma Yao grass."[

Gan Yanrong took back his hand, thoughtfully.

But some people don't know how to respect the elderly and ask questions.

"You said there is a way to break this poison, what exactly is it?"

Gan Yanrong was very unhappy when his train of thought was interrupted by the junior, and said angrily: "Why should I tell you?"

Rong Yi still had a smile on his face, his murderous intent was getting stronger and the atmosphere was tense, but Gan Yanrong fiddled with the balls on the chessboard as if he didn't know it.

Xiang Xue couldn't help but smile, the funny look of the old and the young was really fun.

Rong Yi picked up the black piece in his hand and picked it lightly, and the piece immediately shot away towards the snow at an extremely fast speed.

He leaned back towards Xue, pulled out the cuffs of Tian Silk, and collided head-on with the chess piece. The chess piece was not as durable as Tian Silk. It hit the target and broke into two halves.

After resting, another gust of wind flew by on the left, and it was a white stone. Seeing that the small ear was about to suffer, Xiang Xue did not rush and picked up three black stones with his left hand. They formed a pincer attack and perished together with the white stone.
Chapter completed!