Chapter 117: The Sacrifice of the Snow Wolf's Past

Xiangli's Shenyuan was mixed with half of the Snow Wolf Demon Yuan, so the aura on her body was unique, causing Mobei Fox to follow her scent to find her. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info Xuezhu sees a happy family in trouble, as long as her daughter's smell doesn't go, she can't escape the foxes' tracking.

In order to protect the safety of her daughter and husband, she had to go to see Mobei Fox alone, and unfortunately was seriously injured again.

When everyone heard this, they all sighed.

When Namtso mentioned his wife's death, he fell straight back to that unbearable memory. His face was full of warmth, his whole person looked haggard, his eyes turned red, and he continued to talk with tears in his eyes.

"When I came to her, and saw her lying motionless on a rock, wrapped in a blood-stained white velvet cloak, my heart went before her. I didn't despair, I thought I was God, and if I saved her the first time, I would definitely be able to save her a second time, so I took her into my arms and continued to deliver divine power to her. When she finally regained a trace of her temperature, I called her desperately until she shouted in a hoarse voice, and she could barely open her eyes and look at me again. The only last words she left were to beg me, beg me bitterly, to live strong no matter what, to live well for the sake of her daughter, and to do my best to protect her with divine light. I asked her what was going on and why she was hurt like this, and she said that she made a deal with Mobei Fox, agreeing to let them bite and take out her heart and go back to the business, on the condition that they would not harass Xiangli again, and at the same time let go, let go of the little girl who was still living in Cangshan......"

"What?" Duan Xiao leaned over, almost falling, "Miss Xuezhu, while protecting her daughter with her life, she hasn't forgotten Tong'er, she has always taken her to heart! What kind of affection is this, if Tong'er knew that there was such a strange woman, who had guarded her so silently behind her back, how touching would she be?" He thought so in his heart, and couldn't stop looking at Ling Xuanluo, but saw that he just looked at Namtso with teary eyes, without saying a word.

Namtso wiped his tears and continued: "Xuezhu can't do it now, before you die, give me a talisman bag and four milky white spirit beads." She told me that the four spirit beads were made by the little girl's mother, a woman named Haozhu, through her own inner pill, and gave them to the god of Langma Mountain before committing suicide. When she took the little girl to escape Mount Everest, Langma gave it to her and told her to keep it in case of emergency. Although these beads cannot resurrect the dead, they can keep the soul of the deceased alive, and after absorbing enough nutrients from the beads, they can be reincarnated. There were originally five spirit beads, and one was snatched away by the Mobei Fox, so there were still four left. In the future, if Xiangli still does not escape from the poisonous hands of Mobei Fox and suffers a misfortune, four beads are enough to keep her soul immortal, and she will return to the world after reuniting her soul one day. And the talisman bag is to wait for the little girl in the mountain to be handed over to her when she becomes an adult, and the little girl will naturally know the use of the talisman bag after reading it. ”

"So, before she died, Aunt Xuezhu left a talisman bag for her aunt Shizu, what is this talisman bag for?" Ling Xuanluo thought stunned, but he didn't associate it with Xi Mutong's family poisonous curse.

Duan Xiao beside him, but there was a strange light in his eyes, looking at Namtso, wanting to speak and stopping.

Namtsok was immersed in his own story, not noticing the reaction of the two of them, and continued to say, "That night, my snowdrops were gone. She is a demon, and after being hollowed out by Mobei Fox, she completely lost her demon element, and could only turn into ten thousand grains of dust and disperse with the wind. I held what she had left for me and walked home like a zombie. Everything in the world is reflected in my eyes, and it has not changed, but all the places she has walked have never been to be found again. She was like a fragrant wind that blew past me, and then left me, never to return. ”

(To be continued.) )