Amy's departure made Wushuang almost crazy. He had long forgotten about this magical herb. After being reminded by Barter, he finally remembered it and hurriedly took out the Snow Linglong flower that was close to an ice sculpture. They came in a hurry and didn't bring any cooking tools.

, just chew the herb carefully with your mouth and spit it into your hands, then give it to Emina, and finally feed her some water and put the herb into her stomach.

The three of them nervously surrounded Emino, waiting for that exciting moment. One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes, four minutes... ten minutes...

Just when the three of them fell into despair, a miracle happened. Amy's body began to warm up little by little, and the wounds on her wrists were slowly healing. Her blood vessels could even be clearly seen through her white and smooth skin.

There is blood flowing continuously inside.

The surface of the stiff corpse was covered with a layer of ice due to the cold weather. At this moment, this layer of material on the surface of the skin was melting, and drops of water fell from her face, making the already delicate and lovely Muslim girl even more charming.

"Eminai, Eminai! Wake up, wake up, look at me!" Wushuang hugged the girl and called softly.

Her hands shook, and Wushuang wiped away the tears on her face and finally smiled. Her eyes were filled with color again, and those beautiful blue eyes were clearer than before, which made people's hearts break.

Isn’t this the kind of woman that men in the world are intoxicated by?

But Wushuang knew clearly that the person he was holding in his arms at this moment was no longer the pure and innocent Muslim girl Amyna, but the legendary Saint Yelia of the Western Regions.

"Should I call you Amy or Yelia?" Wushuang asked the resurrected girl with a faint smile.

The girl's body was still very delicate and without any strength. She slightly raised her weak hands from Wushuang's waist and slowly slid them down to his legs and stroked them tenderly. "An... Allah... does it still hurt?" That was

Before the two parted ways a few days ago, Amy used Xinjiang Muslim customs to express her love for Wushuang and the whip wounds she left behind.

The leader's tenderness was awakened again. He gritted his teeth and raised his head as much as possible to keep the tears from falling in his eyes, but his nose was still sour. "No, it doesn't hurt."

Those white and smooth little hands slowly held Wushuang's face. She looked at her sweetheart's eyes and looked at him ambiguously. At that moment, time stopped... It seemed that there were only the two of them left in the whole world. At that moment, there was no need.

Speaking, everything is communicating the feelings in the heart in these extremely tender eyes.

Yes, that’s how it felt. That day in a herdsman’s stronghold in the Gobi Desert on the border between China and Mongolia, Wu Shuang drank too much and fell asleep. In his dream, it seemed as if a pair of young girls’ hands were stroking his face. The situation was exactly the same as now.

, her hands are still so smooth, and her breath is still so fragrant. It turns out that the woman in the dream is the Saint Yelia! She has been waiting for the awakening of her sweetheart, and her sweetheart turns out to be the leader of thieves among the Manchu people.

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"Hmm... um... um..." Nalanhong deliberately coughed a few times. "Um... Wushuang, your sister-in-law Meixi Gege is waiting for you to come home for dinner!"

His words were a bit embarrassing, but they were the best way to drag Wushuang back from the confusion of gains and losses. He hurt Wushuang's weakness. Yelia is very beautiful, and she is a woman who is attracted by all the men in the world. I don't know.

Will he really look much younger after being looked at by her affectionately? But Wushuang only knows that if he makes a move on this lovely girl, there will never be a good result.

Although he has been running away from his sister-in-law, she is his final destination. She is fierce and arrogant, but she is Meixi, she is Meihui's sister, and she is the only bloodline of the Hai family. These are enough, enough for Wushuang to never escape.

Without being out of the clutches of the unruly sister-in-law, he has to love whether he likes it or not, because only the union of the two of them can continue to pass on the fragrant flowers of the Hai family. The Manchu people's belief in carrying on the family line is far more important than other ethnic groups.

Especially for an extinct noble like the Hai family.

"Are you really Yelia?" Wushuang regained his composure and asked.

Amy just smiled at her sweetheart tenderly and did not answer, but this was also a silent acquiescence. When she just stared at the body of her previous life, she had already recalled everything in her past life and recovered the memory of her previous life.

"Then can you tell me what the Eye of Jeria is?"

"Those are Emino's eyes." The girl pointed to her clear blue eyes and replied softly.

"I..." Wushuang hesitated. He never expected in his wildest dreams that the treasure he had searched so hard for was actually a living eye of this girl.

He looked back at Nalanhong and Battelle, who were silent. No one could bear to do this to any man, even if you are a cruel executioner, seeing this beautiful girl standing in front of him

, how can you have the heart to ask someone to make someone's eyes bloody?

"If Allah wants it, I will give it to you." At this moment, Amy is no longer the naive and pure Muslim girl she used to be. She has a pair of eyes that can see through the heart in an instant. But she still has the loyalty to this middle-aged man.

His love turned into love, so much that he could give his eyes to him.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that... I just wanted to say... Oops! Forget it, I don't know what to say!" Wushuang waved his hands repeatedly.

"There is no need for Allah to hide it. I already know what you are thinking. My left eye vision and the soul of Shurasha were sealed on the top of a sand mountain in the Western Regions hundreds of years ago. As long as we can find that sand mountain, we can take it.

Return my eyes." She has indeed become Saint Jelia, and all the memories of her previous life have been recovered.

"Who did that group of people take away just now? Wasn't it you?" Wushuang was embarrassed to call the body a corpse.

"That's the body of my previous life."

"Why did they take it away?" Nalanhong asked curiously.

"My body can open the door to that mysterious sand mountain."

"What? This... this is incredible. Your evil methods in the Western Region are so different from ours in the Central Plains. How could there be such a key?" Wushuang said in shock.

There is still a question in his mind, that is, after DS obtains Yelia's previous life body, he can use it to finally obtain the Eye of Yelia that seals Shurasha. But he feels that it is too powerful to ask, but the eyes of a girl are so powerful.

Being regarded as a way to obtain Chuangwang's treasure by these people in the market, he couldn't ask such a question.
Chapter completed!