Chapter 42: Awakening - "749 Game of the Taoist Coming Down the Mountain"

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Bai Xian's shadow stared at Yang Tong for a long time. The golden light and black energy around him gradually intertwined, and finally turned into a soft white light, which slowly fell on Hu Jiulang's body.

Hu Jiulang clearly felt a warm force pouring into his body, dispelling the cold air in his body. His weak breathing gradually became steady, and a faint blush appeared on his pale face.

Seeing this scene, Yang Tong showed a weak smile on her lips, but her body could no longer support her. Her vision went dark and she fell heavily to the ground. The blood on her wrists was still flowing, but the flow rate gradually slowed down.

"Girl!"

Li Erniu exclaimed, took out the herbs and cloth strips to stop the bleeding, and quickly bandaged Yang Tong's wrist to stop the blood from continuing to flow.

He could feel that most of Yang Tong's vitality had been lost, his breath was weak, and he might fall into coma at any time.

Bai Xian's shadow looked at Yang Tong who fell on the ground, and then at Hu Jiulang who was getting better. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes, and then slowly turned into a white light and disappeared into the room, leaving only a soft breath lingering in the room, protecting Hu Jiulang and Yang Tong.

"Great! Bai Xian forgives us!"

Fan Mengxue, who was at the door, couldn't help but cheer softly, her eyes filled with joy. But when she saw Yang Tong lying on the ground, her joy was instantly replaced by worry.

Li Erniu bandaged Yang Tong and said in a deep voice:

"Bai Xian has withdrawn the cold energy. Hu Jiulang will wake up soon, but Yang Tong has lost too much vitality and lost a lot of blood. Whether she can wake up depends on her own luck. All we can do now is take good care of them and wait for them to wake up."

Lin Jia, Qian Mo and Su Xiaoxiao also walked into the room immediately, carefully helped Hu Jiulang and Yang Tong to lie down on the bed, and covered them with quilts.

Yang Tong's wrist has been bandaged, but her face is still as pale as paper, her breathing is weak, and her brows are furrowed tightly, as if she is suffering from great pain.

Hu Jiulang lay on the bed, his brows gradually relaxed and his breathing became more and more steady.

There was silence in the room, and everyone stood by the bed silently, with their eyes full of worry and expectation. They didn't know if Yang Tong could wake up, and they didn't know how many dangers they would face after waking up. But they knew that this time Yang Tong used his own life to gain Hu Jiulang's life, and also gained Bai Xian's forgiveness.

Hu Jiulang didn't know how long it had passed. His eyelashes trembled slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.

His vision was still a little blurry, but he saw the familiar beams of the house, and the tip of his nose was lingering with the smell of incense ash, herbs and a faint smell of blood.

Hu Jiulang moved his fingers. His whole body was still weak and weak, but his consciousness was extremely clear. The love and betrayal in the illusion, the cold air of Bai Xian's shadow, and the scene where he rushed to protect Yang Tong were all vivid in his mind.

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