In order to survive, I became the little wife of the villain

Three days later, in Moyuan.

Yu Qingyan stood by, watching the magic doctor diagnose and treat Song Qiushui, her face full of anxiety.

"How?" She asked impatiently as soon as the magic doctor withdrew his hand.

Song Qiushui's condition has been getting worse and worse recently, but Jiang Ying and Liu Wangshu haven't come back yet, if it wasn't for worrying about Song Qiushui, she just wanted to go to Cangyunmen to get the medicine by herself.

The magic doctor raised his hand, signaling Yu Qingyan to go outside.

"Xi Jun, the old man is not satisfied with you anymore." The magic doctor was carrying the medicine box, and the setting sun fell on his hunched body, making him look a lot older.

Yu Qingyan's heart trembled, but she still kept a smile on her face, "Just say it."

"Alas", the magic doctor stroked his gray beard, "Bei Jun's condition has exceeded my expectations, even with that condensed vanilla, I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but Yu Qingyan knew it well, and couldn't hold on to the forced smile any longer, with a ferocious face, "What do you mean, were you kidding me before?"

Obviously he said before that as long as there is condensed vanilla, Qiushui can live for a few more years, but now he said these things, making her happy for nothing?

"Are you making fun of me again?" Yu Qingyan's voice suddenly became a little colder, she grabbed the magic doctor's collar, "I tell you, if something happens to him, I will let you be buried with him."

Now she is full of hostility, with a terrifying expression, just like that crazy female ghost, and she is still bright and gorgeous, with a variety of charms.

The magic doctor was almost out of breath after being caught by her, his face flushed, "Your Majesty calm down, I will naturally try my best to diagnose and treat."

"Do your best?" Yu Qingyan gave him a vicious look, she was still about to say something, when she heard the sound of a teacup falling from inside the room.

She threw off the magic doctor in her hand and hurried to the house. As if the magic doctor had been pardoned, she hurried away with her belongings.

"Why did you get up by yourself?" As soon as Yu Qingyan entered the room, she saw Song Qiushui's half body fell to the ground, and the porcelain white teacup rolled down near him.

As long as he stretched out his hand lightly, he was still desperately trying to hook the cup on the ground, but the distance of less than three inches seemed to him like a moat across the sky.

"Why didn't you call me?" Yu Qingyan quickly stepped forward and helped Song Qiushui on the ground.

Because of the aggravation of the disease, his body is getting thinner now, Yu Qingyan supports him, as if holding a leaf after autumn, as if he will leave if he is not careful.

Song Qiushui leaned half on Yu Qingyan's body, shook his head slightly, "I haven't reached that point yet."

Who would have thought that Song Qiushui, one of the Four Great Demon Lords, would look like this now.

"Stop talking." For some reason, seeing Song Qiushui panting three times, Yu Qingyan felt unreasonably upset.

She helped him onto the bed, and then she spoke again, "If you are not in good health, you want to talk less, and save your strength for your health."

The words that were clearly concerned, but Yu Qingyan said them bluntly and awkwardly.

Song Qiushui had long been used to her appearance, and a smile appeared on her pale face.

"My own body is clear." He raised his head with difficulty, and glanced at Yu Qingyan standing by the bed, "Don't make things difficult for those magic doctors."

All kinds of life and death have definite numbers, and he has seen so many people's secrets.It was right for God to ask him to die earlier.

When he first chose to practice this technique, he had already made such preparations.

Hearing what he said, Yu Qingyan only felt sore in her heart, but her mouth was still cold and hard, "If you can't do what you are supposed to do, you should be punished."

"Besides, what do you have to do with me."

Song Qiushui didn't speak, but leaned against the head of the bed, looking sideways at the writhing rain and light smoke.

After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth, "Yeah, you wish you could be completely different from me and have nothing to do with me."

Haven't they been here for so many years?

Yu Qingyan disliked him for lacking masculinity, and always kept a proper distance from him in front of outsiders, and sometimes he would ask himself.

Does Yu Qingyan really like herself?

But the things she did sometimes made him have to think more, but this kind of suffering made his heart burn like a fire day by day.

He wanted to ask, but he was afraid of hearing her words, "I don't want to marry you, a sick child, otherwise I will be a widow at a young age."

In the past, when Yu Qingyan heard what he said, she would have happily agreed and teased him by the way, but now hearing this, she felt a little sore in her heart.

"It's not so unfamiliar between you and me." Yu Qingyan held back for a long time before he uttered such a tepid sentence.

Because of practicing kung fu when she was young, Song Qiushui was a little more feminine and fragile than ordinary men. She looked down on her, especially compared with Gu Qingming, Ji Jiuyou and others, Song Qiushui's kung fu attack power Not strong, and she didn't want to look him in the eye.

A man is so delicate, it is impossible for a woman to protect her.

Because of her pungent personality, she formed a sharp contrast with Song Qiushui. Many people always joked that Song Qiushui was her little lover.

So when she received Song Qiushui's confession, she only felt a little humiliated, so she humiliated him severely.

Later, as they grew up, Yu Qingyan could somewhat understand the reason for Song Qiushui's frailty, but she still felt a little awkward in her heart.

"Yes." Song Qiushui's voice interrupted Yu Qingyan's memory, "At any rate, we had a marriage contract, so there is no need to be too estranged."

When Yu Qingyan heard the word "marriage contract", her heart suddenly tightened, and even greater sorrow swept her heart.

The marriage contract was made by the two parents. When she was young, she hated Song Qiushui, so she went on a hunger strike to force her parents to call off the marriage.

"I, I still have something to do." Yu Qingyan stumbled a little while speaking, "Come back later."

For some reason, she suddenly didn't dare to look at Song Qiushui. All the things she did to Song Qiushui in the past, the things that made her happy and happy, now turned into sharp knives, piercing her heart fiercely.

Perhaps, she should have recognized her own intentions long ago.

Song Qiushui didn't speak, but watched her shadow gradually shrink until she couldn't see it.

Just like he always chased after her since he was a child, he could only see her back forever.

Faint blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, reflecting Song Qiushui's face even paler, as if the fine white paper had been stained with cinnabar.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his soft cheeks, adding a bit of tenderness to him.

"Qingyan, I will definitely protect you."

The demons were all curious, why Song Qiushui's condition suddenly deteriorated, only he knew.

He once again used exercises for his little girl. The current situation is unpredictable, and many things have deviated from the proper track.

He knew that his fate was not long, and he wanted to pave the way for his little girl to retreat before he died.