"Lan Shengxue!" Bing Ling was startled and ran over at once.

"Lan Shengxue, how are you?"

Lan Shengxue couldn't see it, she subconsciously grabbed Bing Ling's hand, her face turned pale, she held Bing Ling's hand tightly, "I...... I'm fine......"

"Ahh

"Blue ...... Blue Saint Snow ...... Don't scare me...... Don't scare me......"

Rao is usually how much she hates Lan Shengxue, but now that she sees such a situation, she has no hatred at all, it's over, Lan Shengxue won't have a miscarriage, right?

The blood......

"My child...... It hurts......" Lan Shengxue also felt the blood slowly overflowing from her lower body, feeling the delicate temperature, she seemed to feel the life of the baby in her belly slowly draining......

The feeling of stomach ache became more and more intense, and she bit her lip......

"Lan Shengxue, can you still go?" Ice Spirit's whole body was trembling, what should I do?

What if Lan Shengxue really miscarried?

Lan Shengxue really didn't have the strength to speak anymore.

Bing Ling wanted to pull her up, but he didn't dare to pull her too much, for fear that there would be any bad results.

Ahead, Fake Yunyan, holding a blood-stained sword, approached step by step......

"Don't come here!" Ice Spirit stood up and stood in front of Lan Shengxue at once, she opened her arms and stood in a completely protective posture.

Lan Shengxue felt that it was really a matter of the world.

At the beginning, she was more wary of the ice spirit than anyone else.

And Bing Ling hated her, and he hated her to the core.

But now, standing by her side and protecting her is this person she has no good feelings for.

And Bing Ling, for the sake of the person she hated, regardless of the danger, stood in front of her......

It's really a trick.

The purpose of the fake cloud was not at all in the ice spirit, and when he saw her appear in front of him, he took the sword and stabbed her in the shoulder......

At the same time, "Get out of here!"

The ice spirit was bounced far away by the force of his palm.

The false clouds were only one step away from the blue holy snow that was crawling on the ground......

He saw the blood under her, staining half of her white clothes, he looked at this woman, not frightened, but one hand tightly protected her stomach, he smiled cruelly.

He was looking for her, "You go...... Die......"

Fake Yun Yan took his sword and stabbed at her—

"Don't !!," Bing Ling's anxious mouthful of blood mist spewed out, "Lan Shengxue, Brother Yun's child...... Help......"

Although Lan Shengxue was calm at the moment, her body seemed to have a tearing pain, and more and more blood was losing from her lower body, making her weak at the moment, and her breathing gradually became short......

"Emperor Yun Xuan...... I'm sorry...... Me and my children ...... Can't wait for you......"

It's not that she doesn't protect herself and her children, it's that she really tried her best......

The sword stabbed, her weak body could no longer support it, and slowly closed her eyes-

The sword light was cold, and when she was five millimeters away from her, a dark afterimage suddenly appeared behind the fake Yun Yan, and a huge force flicked away the sword in the hand of the fake Yun Yan with one palm, and the fake Yun Yan was shocked by this power to vomit blood, and slowly fell.

Before Lan Shengxue fell into a coma, she seemed to feel an unusual power and an extremely familiar feeling, and she subconsciously murmured: "Yun Yan ......"