Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Song Le bumped up and down day and night, and finally came to the northwest where the sky was full of yellow sand.

She was led into a tent, and Song Le saw Shen Ruoyi unconscious on the couch at a glance.

It has been three years, Song Le clenched her lips tightly, and her usually repressed thoughts awakened in every part of her body...

She looked at his wound by the bed, the wound was on the collarbone, and an arrow shot through the collarbone.

Just thinking about it hurts.

The person who brought her in also left wisely at this moment, leaving only the two of them in the tent.

Song Le looked at his cheeks, because of the spread of the poison, his lips were extremely pale, his eyes were black and blue, he babbled restlessly, and unconsciously called her name a few times, showing no sign of waking up.

"... Be a good person."

"Host?" came the question of being a good man and being careful.

"How can I save him?" Song Le held his uneasy hand as if looking for something.

"The host... the task has been completed." Be a good man and reminded in a low voice.

"I know, it's not for the mission." Song Le paused, then whispered: "It's not for the mission."

This time she held his hand, not wanting to let it go easily.

Be a good person and stay silent, then softly said: "Okay, host, you can buy a Baidutusan pill from the mall, Ruanmei coins * 3000."

"Okay." Song Le was silent for a moment after hearing the still strange name, but finally he was relieved.

"Purchase Baidu Tuisan Pill*1, the balance is Ruanmei Coin*361."

Song Le didn't have time to listen to what he said, so he took out the pills, found water, and carefully helped him up.

"Shen Ruoyi... Open your mouth." She said softly.

After forcing him to swallow the pills, Song Le waited quietly by the couch.

After a while, it was obvious that his complexion gradually returned to ruddy.

Only then did Song Le's tense nerves relax a little.

"Host, there may be a persistent fever to release the toxin later, don't worry." Be humane.

Song Le hummed and nodded in thanks.

That night, Shen Ruoyi really developed a high fever, and Song Le took basin after basin of water to wipe him.

He was very tired, but when he was suffering from a fever, it could relieve him a little bit, and Song Le felt that this little bit of tiredness was nothing.

"Don't be afraid..." Song Le held his hand that was clenched in pain.

This person, at the most difficult time, kept shouting the word Song Le in a low voice.

It seemed that these two words could ease his pain a bit.

fool.

Fool fool fool.

Song Le cried and laughed, wiping the unstoppable tears at a loss.

When you like someone, you should be happy, why do you shed so many tears?

……

Shen Ruoyi slowly woke up in the evening of the next day.

He rubbed his forehead, and the scene in front of him gradually became clear.

Feeling that there seemed to be someone beside him, he frowned and looked over, then - froze.

Facing his sleeping beautiful face, who else would there be except the person he was thinking of.

He is in a dream?

Shen Ruoyi pinched the back of her hand severely, and instantly woke up from the pain.

It also woke up Song Le.

She slowly opened her eyes, she hadn't slept all night, she was still a little sleepy at this moment, but when she saw Shen Ruoyi sitting up with her usual expression, the sleepiness in her eyes disappeared instantly.

"You're awake..." Song Le said in a daze.

There are so many things I want to say, but because there are too many, I don't know where to start.

Shen Ruoyi pursed her lips, turned her eyes away: "You, why are you here?"

Did you come because you thought he was going to die and felt sorry for him?

Song Le calmed down for a while.

Facing his clear eyes, all kinds of uneasiness were instantly settled, and my heart found its home.

Song Le clenched his fists, determined not to be devious, so as not to cause misunderstandings.

Gathering up her courage, she said, "Shen Ruoyi...are you willing?"

It is different from the picture of her being active and strong in her imagination.

When the words came to her mouth, she still hesitated, and her voice unconsciously became softer.

But still——Speaking out word by word, meeting his nervous eyes: "...Will you marry me?"