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Chapter 77 The Sacrifice of the Wind

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    When Song Yu kicked open the door of Mo Li's room, Mo Li had already fainted to the ground due to exhaustion.  In the air, there was a faint smell of blood.  Mo Li held the blood-stained harmonica tightly in his hands.

    Mo Li's blood accumulated on the piano board of the harmonica, and the root chain of the silhouette of the wind did not form.

    "Stinky boy, what are you thinking?" Song Yu wished he could trample Mo Li on the ground with his fists and beat him up.  Before the root chain is formed, his blood can only temporarily suppress the whisper of the Wind Rose.

    "woo woo woo woo¡­¡­"

    The harmonica, on the floor, hummed alone.  Song Yu wanted to pull the harmonica out of Mo Li's hand, but Mo Li pulled it too tightly and he couldn't get it out.

    "This guy!" Song Yu gritted his teeth.

    After trying five or six times, Song Yu still didn't take out the harmonica.  Mo Li's face became paler and paler.  Ji Ning had given Mo Li a blood tonic, but Mo Li's body gradually turned cold.

    Song Yu adjusted the room temperature to 30 degrees, and at the same time put two quilts on Mo Li.  Even though he was wearing a single shirt, there were still fine beads of sweat on Song Yu's forehead.

    Mo Li's body was as cold as a dead body.

    "Xiao Ning, look at this guy. If he wakes up, just knock him out."

    Three minutes later, Song Yu returned to Mo Li's room with Lin Ya on his back.  Ji Ning supported Lin Ya so that Lin Ya's hand could just land on the top of the harmonica.

    "Kris will be really angry if she finds out." Ji Ning hesitated a little.  But she had already put the prepared knife into Song Yu's hand.

    "He has to survive before he can get angry with us, right?" Song Yu made a long gash at Lin Ya's finger without hesitation.

    The blood flowed from the wound to the silver board of the harmonica.

    Lin Ya's blood and Mo Li's blood merged into one place.  The rosebuds undergrow slowly outlining the roots.  The root has been extending to Moli's wind rose.

    Among the many owners of Wind Rose, only Mo Li formed all the root chains at once.  Because, only Mo Li had a deep relationship with the previous owner of the Wind Rose for nearly five years during the Wind Sacrifice.

    Based on this premise, Song Yu didn't expect Lin Ya to be able to form all the root chains at once.

    As long as Wind Rose calms down, they can make Lin Ya withdraw.

    After all, Mo Li will wake up soon after the Rose of the Wind quiets down.  In case, he saw Lin Ya bled and fainted beside him, there would probably be another war of the century between them.

    "Elvis, is it almost done? You can't scratch her hand anymore." Ji Ning stared at Lin Ya's fingers worriedly.

    In less than five minutes, there were three scratches on her fingers.  Even with the best ointment, these wounds cannot be healed all at once!

    "It's almost there, Wind Rose will stop soon."

    Song Yu made up his mind, and once again slashed Lin Ya's finger fiercely.

    This time, Song Yu's hand shook twice, and the wound was deep.  Lin Ya woke up from the nightmare in pain.  She waved her arms indiscriminately, and the blood dripped, drawing a parabola in the air, and finally landed on Mo Li's face.

    "Don't move!" Song Yu precisely grabbed Lin Ya's wrist and pushed her down on the bed.

    Lin Ya's body fell backwards, and her head hit the blunt headboard of the bed.

    "Ah!" Lin Ya cried out in pain.

    After the yelling, Mo Li's eyelashes moved up and down twice.  Song Yu directly covered Lin Ya's mouth, "Keep down, don't wake Kris up."

    He didn't want to quarrel with Mo Li at this juncture.

    "Stay still, I'll explain to you later. Don't make a sound."

    Song Yu carefully dripped all the blood from Lin Ya's hand onto the piano board of the harmonica.  However, until the scratches on Lin Ya's hands were all blood clotted, the harmonica was still humming.

    Mo Li's forehead was covered with cold sweat.  His face changed from pale to livid.

    "Why is this happening?"

    Song Yu picked up the knife and wanted to cut Lin Ya's hand, but was stopped by Ji Ning.

    "Enough is enough, she has lost a lot of blood."

    "But" Song Yu's eyes were full of panic.

    He has never encountered this situation.  Why did Wind Rose not calm down after accepting Lin Ya's blood.

    "It's okay. If you can save him and lose some blood, it's fine."

    Lin Ya nodded towards Song Yu, signaling him not to worry.  Ji Ning grabbed Song Yu's??, hold on tight.

    "No." Ji Ning snatched the knife from Song Yu's hand, "Call Dean Meng immediately and see what she has to say."

    Song Yu hesitated for a while, but seeing Lin Ya's appearance about to faint, he really couldn't do anything.  The humming of the harmonica grew louder and louder.

    "No¡­¡­"

    "don't want¡­¡­"

    "do not leave Me¡­¡­"

    Mo Li's mouth moved slightly twice.  The painful ravings pierced Song Yu's heart like a poisoned silver needle.

    It's this nightmare again!

    After the Wind Ritual started, Mo Li should completely break with the past.  Why, does he still have this nightmare?

    Song Yu took the harmonica to the light and looked at it carefully.

    Mo Li's blood remained on the root of his wind rose.  That root showed no signs of extending to the newly formed wind profile.

    After Lin Ya woke up, her blood formed the outline of the root more and more quickly.

    "Kris, this lunatic!" Song Yu really wanted to grab Mo Li by the collar and beat him up.

    He was refusing, and had a root chain with Lin Ya.

    The Sacrifice of the Wind has come to this point, yet he is still refusing to let Lin Ya become the next successor.

    If Lin Ya's blood, following the outline of the root, was left on Mo Li's wind rose.  Mo Li still refuses to form a root chain, then Mo Li will be entangled in an even more terrifying nightmare.

    This is the price for the failure of the Wind Ritual.

    "Ji Ning, find a way to wake that guy up." Song Yu now even has the desire to kill someone.

    "What should I do?" Ji Ning wondered.

    The Ritual of Wind has not yet been completed, and the rose of the wind has not calmed down, how could she know how to wake Mo Li up.  It was impossible for her to bleed Mo Li.

    This guy has had sepsis before.  The blood coagulation function itself is not very good.

    Song Yu and Ji Ning looked at each other, both anxious like ants on a hot pot.  Mo Li's dreamy words became more and more sad.  Both of them worried that he would fall into a nightmare and be unable to wake up.

    "Kris, wake up! Really, please, wake up!" There were already tears in Song Yu's eyes.

    Mo Li frowned in pain, "Don't go. Mom, don't go"

    "Don't abandon me!"

    "Don't abandon me!"

    Mo Li's voice was as light as a gossamer.

    "Boom!"

    Lin Ya's heart was shattered the moment Mo Li spoke.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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