Chapter 1787

Yan Ming's face changed greatly and he was so frightened that he knelt on the ground. "Master, it's not that I don't renew my wife's life, but that it's too late this time. My wife has... Can't be saved."

If he could, of course, he would save his wife, but now her life has been renewed for many years and she can't be saved at all.

"What are you talking about? Say it again? "

The man didn't accept Yan Ming's statement at all. He picked him up from the ground and threw him at the bedside.

The man trembled at the thought that his wife had only a pile of white bones left in the end. He couldn't accept losing her.

Even if she lay unconscious in bed, as long as he heard her faint breath, he thought she was still there. Now that she died, he couldn't imagine the result.

"Madam... Madam can't live."

Yan Ming closed his eyes and was afraid that he would be buried with his wife. He knew that the man did what he said.

If there is anyone else in the world who can soften a man's heart, it is only this woman.

"No, shut up. She won't die. She promised to be with me all the time."

The man couldn't accept it. Looking at his wife without any sound on the bed, he roared in pain.

Meier and Anu were so frightened that they knelt directly on the ground and didn't dare to look in the direction of men.

After the man roared, he suddenly quickly clasped Yan Ming's neck and bit him, his eyes scarlet.

"Aren't you very good at Xuanmen? Didn't you say you were good? If you can't save her, I'll kill you right away. "

Yan Ming wants to struggle, but he doesn't care. He has been expelled by Xuanmen because he is dissatisfied with martial uncle's giving the position of leader to his younger martial brother.

He is more powerful than younger martial brother. Why don't you give him to younger martial brother.

So he stole the forbidden art of Xuanmen and escaped. After learning the forbidden art, he met this man again and saved his living dead wife with the forbidden art of Xuanmen.

"No... no, master, let me think."

Yan Ming is very afraid of death, very afraid of death, so these years, he has been using forbidden art to earn his life for himself, in order to live more time.

"Say!"

The man looked at Yan Ming grimly. Yan Ming's head was blank. He couldn't think of a way to save people. At the moment when he was breathing less and less, something seemed to flash in his head. Yan Ming was surprised and spoke hard, "master, I have a way, I have a way."

The man threw Yan Ming down. Meier, who was kneeling on the ground, looked up at the man's direction, clenched his teeth and hung his head again.

"What can I do?"

The man's voice lost its previous calmness and couldn't wait.

Yan Ming covered his pinched purple neck and coughed a few times before he looked up at the man. "We have a treasure in the Xuanmen. I accidentally read a hidden book about how to save my wife."

The man looked at Yan Ming with grim eyes. Yan Ming paused for a moment and spoke again. "The book says that there is a kind of bead called Tianxing bead in the world. It is recorded in the book that Tianxing bead can not only save people, but also go back to time and go back and forth through the future and the past."

Yan Ming didn't know whether it was true or not. When he saw it, he didn't care.

What heavenly beads? I'm afraid it's false to go back through the future and the past. How can there be such a thing in this world?

If he hadn't been killed today, he wouldn't have said it.

Now say it, whether it's true or false, the man in front of him will prove it. Maybe he won't kill himself if he succeeds in the end.