The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Chu Yun understood deeply at that moment.

What a heartache.

My heart stopped beating very slowly, and I couldn't feel my breathing...

He understood extremely clearly that the girl's despair was not a peach blossom, but... many, many sorrows and sorrows that were holding back tears.Chu Yun hurriedly explained, "I, I am not now..."

Such feeble words.

"Ning Zhao, Zhao Zhao, don't cry... Zhao Zhao."

The girl covered her lips tightly, and large mouthfuls of blood spilled from her lips. The pink dress on her body was covered with blood. The girl pointed at the blood stains on her body with a tearful smile.

This is a flower.

The flowers are in bloom.

But it's time for her to wither.

"Zhaozhao! Zhaozhao! Zhaozhao...don't do this to me, don't...please..."

The coachman was startled by the large swaths of blood on the girl's dress.

"Go quickly! Go quickly! Don't stop..." Chu Yun hugged the girl tightly with red eyes, "Go to the doctor first!"

The coachman didn't dare to be careless at all and drove as hard as he could!

If the eldest princess had an emergency, would he still be alive? !

in the car.

On the snow-white plush cushion, blood gurgled.

The girl's face turned pale and lifeless because of the pain.

"It hurts……"

"Don't sleep, Zhaozhao, be obedient...don't sleep, we'll find the doctor soon, please be obedient, don't sleep..." Chu Yun's voice was broken and hoarse, "I was wrong, can you scold me?"

"Don't... cry." The girl tried to wipe his tears with trembling hands. Chu Yun grabbed her hand in a panic, fearing that she would lose strength, "I don't blame you at all."

She smiled with relief, "Who asked...who asked me to love you."

Chu Yun would like her to say something to relieve her anger.

The girl's voice was too soft and too weak. Chu Yun lowered his head and leaned against her lips, listening to the girl speak softly, "But, I still don't like eating... eating chrysanthemum, carrots... they are too unpalatable."

The man's long, slender hands trembled slightly.

The hot tears in her eyes hit her sunken collarbone, spreading long wet trails.

"I know...I know, I know everything..."

When we arrived in the capital, the night was dark, cold and desolate.

Chu Yun's face was filled with blood and tears, which was horrifying. He handed Pan Shu into Shang Dai's arms with trembling hands and sobbed helplessly, "Save her... please, please, save her..."

Shang Dai pushed him away with a cold face, "I will save her at all costs."

"If you hadn't taken her to see the peach blossoms privately, she would have lived a few more days, and I would have been a few percent more sure of saving her... Now, now I have to..." Shang Dai has considered everything, except that she can't. Good or bad tonight...

"but."

"But what? You said...I will do it."

Shang Dai gently put Pan Shu on the bed, straightened up, and closed her charming eyes slightly, "I only have one way now, and that is to exchange blood for blood... The person who exchanges blood must be the person closest to the eldest princess. Only the blood of someone close to you will let the blood-binding Gu relax its vigilance. Of course, the blood-binding Gu will then return to your blood, exchanging blood for blood and life for life, are you willing?"

There are only two people in the world whose blood is close to that of Ning Zhao.

One is His Majesty, Shen Que...

The other one is Chu Yun, who is in perfect harmony with him.

Chu Yun naturally thought of it. He didn't hesitate at all, his eyes were firm and honest, "I am willing, as long as I save her."

Shang Dai was not happy.

He originally thought that Chu Yun was a completely selfish villain who only caught the eyes of the eldest princess because of his superior appearance.

Shang Dai couldn't figure out why Pan Shu liked Chu Yun.

But he could figure out Chu Yun's purpose when he came into contact with Pan Shu.

Later, step by step, I made one mistake after another.

But he cannot interfere with destiny.

Shang Dai still looked at him without giving up, "If it were the dead blood on your body, the blood-binding Gu would have no nutrients, and it would slowly eat your internal organs. The blood-binding Gu will not stop until your body is nothing. ...Life is worse than death. It is already a gift to you. Are you still willing to do this?"

Chu Yun remained silent.

He is not a good person, he is full of sins, and the only one he feels sorry for is Ning Zhao.

He looked longingly at the fragile girl on the bed who seemed to disappear at the touch of a touch. He shed tears quietly in the dim candlelight. Chu Yun pulled his lips and smiled.

"I cast the blood-streaking Gu. I understand how poisonous the blood-stirring Gu is."

"There's no other way, right..."

He closed his eyes and gently touched the girl's cold fingertips. His voice was so broken that no one could tell what he was saying, "But I just want to save her. I just want... to let her live her life happily." The life I was supposed to live...if it wasn't for me, without me, that would be it."

Shang Dai didn't hesitate and just asked him to lie down with his arms bare.

The icy-cold sharp knife slowly sliced ​​through both of his arms.

……

The sky in the capital was dark.

This is the third day.

Apart from the sound of dripping blood, it was as if the pause button had been pressed in the room.

On the fourth day, Chu Yun endured the pain of peeling off his flesh and blood and looked at the girl he loved.

the seventh day.

He fell heavily to the ground, his face pale.

Shang Dai lowered her eyes and glanced at him, "Okay."

But he had no intention of stepping forward to help Chu Yun up.

He looked at his limp hands helplessly. It turned out that this was... the end, it was quite tragic.

The gorgeous man laughed lightly to himself.

One day, he, Shang Dai, was willing to go against the will of heaven and waste his life of merit and deeds for a woman...

Hands this time...whatever next time.

Deaf or blind?Loss of smell or taste?

Or maybe the legs are disabled...

That's all, Ning Zhao is what he wants.

Or, we should call her Banshu... It turns out her name is not Ning Zhao.

Ten days later, the girl slowly opened her eyes. What she saw was that her face was as pale as a piece of crisp white paper. Seeing that she was awake, the man curled his lips and said, "Are you hungry? I made porridge to replenish qi and blood, try it?"

Pan Shu asked in surprise, "Did you do it?"

"Yes." Chu Yun's hands couldn't stop trembling. He curled his fingers and pretended that nothing was wrong, "Be careful of burning..."

Every time he spoke a word, his throat seemed to be cut countless times.

"not bad."

Seeing the girl's affirmation, he slowly raised his lips and asked, "How about I help you dress up?"

Pan Shu doubted his skills, "Can you do it?"

Chu Yun didn't defend himself because he was almost out of energy. He only gently pressed Pan Shu's thin shoulders and said, "In the future, eat more and don't be picky about food."

His eyes rolled slightly and his fingertips froze, "You don't have to eat the chrysanthemum and... carrots."

Chu Yun knew that the little girl was delicate and pretty.

If he doesn't draw his eyebrows well, the little girl will definitely be angry...

She's not in good health, so don't be angry.

So Chu Yun practiced every day. After practicing thousands of times, he was still not satisfied, so he continued to practice.

Girls' things seem to be quite complicated... He thought, the little girl is really working hard.

He finished drawing his eyebrows quietly and suddenly said, "If there is an afterlife, how about we become an ordinary couple? We are like an ordinary couple. During the day... we hunt, make clothes, and grow melons... at night. , we would watch the moon, listen to the cicadas, and laugh till we grow old."

If there is an afterlife.

I just want to.

Walking through the wine shop and bookstore.

Through rivers, lakes and seas.

Fengyue will not lose me.

The joy of youth will not deceive me.

Finally I just want to.

Fold a bouquet of the most prosperous and magnificent flowers in the world and lie dormant in the night.

——Waiting for my sweetheart to pass by.