House Management Chapter 787: Live and die together

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"This!" "This!"

Yang Ying and Fang Tong were shocked when they saw the candlelight extinguished by the gale.

Previously, Zhang Yu said that the candles here must not be extinguished, otherwise, he would never open his eyes again.

However, the strong wind blowing in was so great that it shattered two more pieces of glass one after another.

"Pap!" "Pap!"

"Huh..." "Huh..."

A stronger wind blows in.

At this moment, Yang Ying jumped up abruptly and shouted, "The main light!"

Speaking, she desperately rushed towards the seven-star lantern.

Fang Tong also reacted and hurriedly rushed over, but unfortunately, they were still a step late.

"Puff!"

The candles on the Seven-Star Lamp all went out instantly.

"No!" Seeing that the candlelight went out, Yang Ying cried out sadly, her tears could no longer be stopped, "Xiao Yu! Xiao Yu!"

"No, no...why...why is there such a strong wind..." Fang Tong also burst into tears.

Just when the second girl was crying, there was a knock on the door, "Dangdangdang..."

When the door rang, the two women turned their heads together. Because the candle was extinguished, the inside of the hall was completely dark, and they couldn't see anything at all.

"Open the door!" A woman's gloomy voice rang outside.

The two women looked at each other, got up trembling together, and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the wind rushed in. In the wind, a woman wearing a white dress with white hair and blood-red eyes stood there.

"Ah!"...Seeing this woman, the second girl screamed and sat down on the ground in shock.

"What are you afraid of? Zhang Yu is dying." Sun Zhaoyi said gloomily.

"Do you know Xiao Yu?" Yang Ying said nervously.

"I am his uncle, he came to see me today." Sun Zhaoyi said, stepping into the hall and heading straight for the Seven Star Lantern.

Listening to her, Yang Ying and Fang Tong breathed a sigh of relief.

The two helped each other to get up and followed together.

Fang Tong cried tremblingly: "Uncle Taishi...The light is out, what should I do?"

"It's not impossible, it's up to you now..." Sun Zhaoyi said, squatting down, stretched his hand on the seven-star lamp, and all the seven candles on the seven-star lamp were lit instantly.

"The lights are on!" "The lights are on!" The two immediately cheered up.

"It's just lit up, it's useless." Sun Zhaoyi said gloomily.

"How could it be useless..."...The second woman was shocked.

"Because it's just on now, it won't have the effect of renewing life. Moreover, the wind is so strong tonight, I'm afraid the light will go out again soon." Sun Zhaoyi said.

"What should I do?" Yang Ying asked eagerly.

"There is only one way, use your blood to continue the lights, so as to extend Zhang Yu's life. But don't blame me for not reminding you in advance, there are still nearly two hours, if not, you will lose your lives. "Sun Zhaoyi said quietly, and then threw a bright dagger to the ground.

"Clang Clang".

Sun Zhaoyi didn't speak any more, with this voice, she had already turned and walked outside.

"Use blood to continue the lights and extend Zhang Yu's life..." Yang Ying groaned, and then saw the lights flashing, as if it would go out at any time.

Yang Ying said immediately: "Tongtong, go and cut in."

"Okay!" Fang Tong reacted immediately and hurriedly went to close the door.

Sun Zhaoyi has already gone out, but the door must be plugged in.

When Fang Tong closed the door, Yang Ying had already picked up the dagger on the ground, "brushed" the ground, and cut her palm.

She dripped blood on the seven-star lamp.

Don't say it, the method Sun Zhaoyi said is really effective. When the blood dripped on the lamp, the fire became vigorous, and it seemed that he was not afraid of the wind blowing in from outside.

"Little Auntie!" Fang Tong exclaimed when she saw Yang Ying like this, and people rushed over.

"Didn't she say that, only blood can save Xiao Yu..." Yang Ying said quietly.

"Yes, it will be twelve o'clock...Little Auntie, this is what I should do..." Fang Tong cried and said.

"It's okay." Yang Ying said calmly.

There is a lot of blood shed from the palm of the hand, but as Sun Zhaoyi said, if you want to maintain it until twelve o'clock, it is definitely not a little blood.

After a while, the blood in the palm of his hand was dry.

Yang Ying is holding the dagger again, this time she intends to cut her wrist.

As soon as he saw this, Fang Tong quickly grabbed her hand holding the dagger, and said eagerly: "Little Auntie...this is very dangerous, let me come..." /

While speaking, she came to grab the dagger.

Yang Ying clenched the dagger tightly, and said with emotion: "Did you not listen to her, it's easy to die."

"I am his fiancee, I am willing to die for him! You give me the dagger..." Fang Tong continued to snatch.

"Don't waste time...what if the candlelight goes out? If you die, who will Xiao Yu marry..." Yang Ying said sadly.

Following, she cast her eyes on Zhang Yu, who was sleeping under the divine case, with love and pity in her eyes.

How can her gaze escape Fang Tong's.

As soon as Fang Tong's hand stopped, Yang Ying cut her wrist and dripped blood into the Qixing Lantern again.

"Tick...Tick..." Blood kept pouring out, making the candle light shine again.

"Little aunt...you, you...you are just Zhang Yu's aunt...why...why do you want to do this...you Do you like him..." Fang Tong cried and said.

Women are the most emotional, perhaps in other places, they may be very naive, but in this matter, they are much more sensitive than men.

"What can I do if I like him again... I am a widow and his little aunt. I must never marry him... Only you can become his Wife...Tongtong, if I die, you must take care of him for me..." Yang Ying's tears kept streaming.

"You can't die! I don't want you to die!" Fang Tong snatched the dagger from Yang Ying's hand, and she cried excitedly: "Auntie, you can die for Zhang Yu, so can I... .... Next time I'll change... Let's live and die together..."

"Stupid girl, what the **** are you talking nonsense...Xiao Yu is a man of heaven, there will be nothing wrong..." Yang Ying said choked up.

"Yes, yes... Zhang Yu will be fine, and we will be fine... Little Auntie...When Zhang Yu wakes up, let's take care of Zhang Yu together.. ..." Fang Tong said sincerely.

After hearing this, Yang Ying was moved in her heart, but she still shook her head and said: "He is your husband...you, you..."

"But your love for him is even more than me...You are so good, if it makes you sad...I will be sad for the rest of my life... Be his wife..." Fang Tong said sincerely again.

"Tongtong..." Yang Ying was moved to cry by her words.

"Little Aunt..." Fang Tong lightly leaned on Yang Ying, and the two looked at Zhang Yu who was unconscious at the same time.

At this moment, the two are moved by each other.