Chapter 1295: Si Mobai woke up 6

Huo Ruojun impatiently raised her hand to touch her forehead that was hurting from the beating, "I know, my kind-hearted Imperial brother."

The Imperial brother loved to save people and the people he had saved were countless. Of course, it was always the Imperial brother who was responsible for bringing people back. She was responsible for treating them, regardless of whether they were good or bad people. She would save those whose lives were in danger.

If they had saved the bad people, her brother would personally take care of them.

In short, her brother was a rotten good person!

Si Mobai loosened his legs with difficulty. His entire body was limp and weak as he leaned against the headboard of the bed. He couldn't help but close his eyes and once again sank his consciousness into his Dantian. The feeling of having nothing left made him panic. As a cripple, he couldn't help Lan'er and was even more unworthy of her.

However, when he thought of Lan'er's situation, he opened his cold and stern eyes again and stared straight at the exquisitely carved end of the bed. When he thought of Lan'er's brilliant smile, he clenched his fists.

No, he could not give up just like that.

So what if he lost all his Spiritual Force? Just cultivate again!

If his Dantian was destroyed, he could just forge another one.

Who was he?

He is Si Mobai. In his previous life, he was Wu Ya. He was the Si Mobai who had to support Lan'er.

Therefore, he must not fall. He was Lan'er's world. If he fell, what would happen to Lan'er?

For Lan'er, no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he must restore his previous Spiritual Force. He must support Lan'er once again. He must not let her be alone.

At this moment, he is a good-for-nothing. He was no longer worthy of Lan'er. Then, he shall become strong again. That way, he would be worthy of Lan'er.

That was why he could never give up, absolutely not!

Si Mobai's dark and despairing peach blossom eyes shone brightly once again. They were filled with life. It was all because of the person in the distance that he had been longing for.

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Feng Tianlan lay on the table. It was as if Si Mobai's voice could be heard in her ears. She suddenly raised her head and looked around the room. She called out softly, "Mo Bai?"

She seemed to have heard Mo Bai calling out to her and even felt that Mo Bai was right beside her. However, when she looked around, other than the usual decorations, she did not see anything else. However, when she called out, she did not hear his response for a long time.

Feng Tianlan lowered her eyes and looked at the painting on the table. Her tears were stained on it, as though flowers of sorrow were blooming one after another. Even Si Mobai, who was in the painting, seemed to be smiling gently at her and calling out lovingly, "Lan'er."

Looking at the empty room around her, Feng Tianlan did not see Si Mobai's figure. She lowered her eyes in disappointment, and a drop of tears fell again. She missed him, and it was just an illusion.

Feng Tianlan raised her hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes. She walked out of the room and looked at the white orchid in the courtyard. Mo Bai's figure seemed to appear in front of her again, and she smiled gently at him.

A gust of cold wind blew past. When she looked up again, she saw snowflakes falling from the sky one after another. They landed on the ground and melted very quickly.

"It's snowing," Feng Tianlan raised her head to look at the snowflakes that filled the sky. However, it was as if Mo Bai's face was also reflected on the snowflakes. She smiled gently and could not help but reach out to catch the falling snowflakes. However, the handsome face on it disappeared without a trace.

She missed him so much as if everything could be seen like him.

What about him?

Was he thinking of her like she was?

Feng Tianlan just stood there and watched the snowflakes fall. After an unknown period, a thick layer of snow had accumulated in the courtyard. A shadow stepped on the snow at the entrance of the courtyard, and with one step, a deep footprint walked towards her in large strides.