Mei Guo looked at Mu Qiu's chest in horror, and the bright red blood slowly seeped out, and soon dyed his snow-white middle coat red.
It was like thousands of unknown black beetles buzzing into my mind.
His gaze slowly moved up, and there was no pain on his handsome cheeks, and he still looked at her with a light smile.
At this moment, she has no ability to think at all, and she doesn't know whether she is in pain and regret in her heart now, maybe behind the remorse is more fear, afraid that he will die, "Why don't you hide" He raised his hand and stroked her face, "I'm hiding, you're only going to get angrier."
Then he smiled again, "How nice it would be if you would talk to me like you are now." ” Meiguo was so anxious that she was about to cry, she didn't have the heart to laugh with him, and slapped his hand away, "You're crazy." ” Regardless of being naked, he jumped out of bed and threw himself on his pile of torn clothes, and only remembered that after dinner, he changed his clothes, and the medical bag was not placed on his body, and he was full of regret.
Looking back, I saw that his expression was becoming more and more aggrieved, only to feel that his heart was like a knife, and he couldn't hold back his tears, and hurriedly grabbed a piece of clothing he put on the screen and wrapped it, "Don't move, I'll go get the medicine" said while rushing to the door.
"Don't go."
His voice was still relaxed, but noticeably less neutral.
Mei Guo had rushed to the door, and was about to reach out to pull the door gate, but when he turned around, he saw that he was holding the blade of the sword, and was pulling the long sword out of his chest, and he was so frightened that his face was bloodless, and his liver and gallbladder were cracked, and he shouted: "Don't" Although that sword is not in the heart, it is also eight or nine inseparable, how can Meiguo, as a doctor, not know that his life is on the verge at this time.
If the sword is drawn at this point, he will be killed instantly.
She was in a hurry to get the medicine kit, just to see if she could use the golden needle to save his heart, if there was still a glimmer of hope Now that he has drawn his sword, he is tantamount to ending his own life.
At this moment, Meiguo looked at him in a daze, forgot to breathe, couldn't speak, her chest hurt, a stream of liquid gushed up her throat, her eyes were dark, she didn't know what to do, and fell to the ground.
Mu Qiu pulled out the long sword, and then his fingers flew like flying, and he quickly clicked on several acupoints on his chest, and the blood that spurted out instantly decreased.
Although his face was expressionless, his face was as white as paper at this moment, without a trace of blood.
He ripped open the placket of his chest and poured a vial of medicine on the wound before the bleeding slowly stopped.
Rao was like this, he still felt more and more small black dots slowly gathering in front of him.
He knew that as long as those little black dots blindfolded him, his life would be over, and he shook his head vigorously, and the black scattered a little more.
After a little breathing, he stood up, put on a black robe, picked up the rose fruit that had fainted on the ground, hesitated slightly, opened the door barrier, and flew towards the plum garden.
Relying on the cold branches alone, I don't know the warmth of spring, drifting with the wind, only the residual fragrance remains Mo Fan stood under a plum tree, quietly looking at the cold plum on the branches that trembled in the wind, but it seemed that his eyes did not stay on the plum blossoms, but through the petals, and he didn't know where to look.
His hair and clothes were covered with frost, and I don't know how long he'd been standing here, or how long he hadn't moved.
Holding the plum branch tightly in one hand, the small branch on the branch had pierced into the palm of his hand, and he was completely unconscious.
Mu Qiu walked into the plum garden with the unconscious Rose Fruit in his arms and stopped not far behind Mo Fan.
Jing looked at his back, and after a long while, he felt that he could not support himself, and then he spoke, "I'm sorry, I just don't know when I'm going to leave here, and I don't know how long I can live." ” Mo Fan turned around, looked at the ground, and smiled faintly, after this calm, only he knew how much his heart hurt.
Mu Qiu looked directly at him, "I always knew that you were hidden, and I hope that you will not become my master's enemy in the future."
After speaking, he lowered his head and looked at the rose fruit in his arms, his eyes were full of reluctance, and he was ruthless, and handed her to Mo Fan.
Mo Fan took the rose fruit and hugged it horizontally in his arms, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, "If there is really a day, I hope you don't hesitate, and your subordinates don't have to show mercy." ” Mu Qiu responded coldly, "Okay."
He resolutely turned around and left, no longer stopping, he must not let himself fall in Yiyuan.
Mo Fan watched him out of the plum garden, looked down at the unconscious Rose Fruit, his heart seemed to be tightly screwed, he could barely breathe, sighed, and moved to the bedroom.
Suddenly, I felt that my hands were a little slippery, and when I spread out my palms, I was red and suddenly startled.
Turning over Meiguo's body, there were no scars, so this bloodstain, Mu Qiu's bloodless face flashed in front of him, and he secretly screamed, not good.
It just so happened that Ying Hong walked into the courtyard with a dark cloud on his face, bumped into Mu Qiu who went out, and then saw Mo Fan holding the rose fruit, and was immediately stunned.
"Quick, Mu Qiu has a chest injury, catch up with him and send him to Zhuyuan."
After being stunned for a moment, she turned her legs and chased in the direction Mu Qiu left.
Mo Fan hurriedly put Meiguo on the bed, probed her pulse, and knew that it was only a temporary fainting, and it was not a big deal for the time being. covered her with a silk quilt, called Yu Niang to take care of her, and flew to the bamboo garden.
Every time the picture floated, her heart ached once.
"Fruit" A familiar and friendly voice came in her ears, but she didn't want to open her eyes, she didn't want to wake up, she was afraid to wake up, and what she saw was Mu Qiu, who was no longer angry.
"Fruit" She felt someone hold her hand, put it to her slightly cold lips, and kiss it.
"Fruit" The voice grew clearer and clearer, so clear that she could no longer pretend she couldn't hear it.
"When the fruit wakes up, open your eyes" Her long eyelashes quivered slightly, still refusing to open them.
After a while, she felt someone slowly approaching, and her breath gently blew on her cheek.
The next moment, soft flaps of lips pressed against hers.
Secretly sighed, slightly sideways to avoid it.
The lips pressed against the corners of her lips and stopped, "Awake" Meiguo slowly opened her eyes, and in front of her was the bottomless black eyes of Mo Fan.
He smiled slightly and said softly, "Finally willing to open your eyes." ” She lowered her eyelids and did not look at him, and when she asked him for help, he resolutely left her and left, so why should he appear in front of her "Is he dead?"
she suddenly found her throat so dry that she could barely make a sound.
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He smiled again, his handsome cheeks slowly moving away, and he sat up straight
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