miss love deeply

Chapter 15

A trace of blood overflowed from Zhang Qiling's lips, but the smile on his lips remained undiminished.

He reached out and wiped away the blood from the corner of Wu Xie's eyes with his thumb.Wrapping his slender waist with her left hand, she held him in her arms, and put her right hand behind his head, pulling him closer to her.The thin lips stained red with blood pressed against his lips, and he sighed softly: "Wu Xie..."

Then, he closed his eyes and put his lips on Wu Xie's.Blood dripped down between the two lips that met, Wu Xie's throat moved slightly, and he swallowed a mouthful, and then the ink in his eyes faded away like a tide.

Aning stood on the back of the white eagle and spit out a mouthful of blood.

She didn't expect that the spirit blood would have such an effect, and she was backlashed by her own sorcery!Aning was secretly startled.She looked at the sky.Xindao, anyway, they won't be able to reach Qi's house today, so the task can be regarded as completed.

Thinking of this, she waved her hand, and the animal army retreated silently.

Several people ignored Aning's departure.

As the ink in his eyes faded, Wu Xie gradually recovered his senses.He felt himself being hugged in a familiar embrace, and there was something cool and soft on his lips.

He blinked and saw Zhang Qiling's handsome face infinitely enlarged in front of his eyes, he could only see Zhang Qiling's tightly closed eyes and his slightly trembling long eyelashes.

So...then what is sticking to his mouth now...yes, yes, yes...it is Zhang Qiling's lips! !

Wu Xie's eyes widened, and his cheeks blushed instantly.

Zhang Qiling felt his sobriety, opened his eyes and saw Wu Xie staring at his round clear brown eyes, calmed down, bit Wu Xie's lips lightly and let him go.

The slight pain on his lips brought Wu Xie back to his senses. Looking at Zhang Qiling's receding face, he was about to speak, but saw the dazzling bright red on Zhang Qiling's lips.

"Brother! What's wrong with you?!" He raised his hand to wipe off the blood, but found that his palm was also full of bright red.

Wu Xie raised his hands, and heard a "clang clang" in his ears, as if an iron object had fallen at his feet, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

He gently pushed Zhang Qiling away, and saw the bleeding wound on his abdomen and the bloodstains on both of their bodies.

"This...what's going on?...how...how did this happen? Little brother...how did you get hurt...?" Wu Xie held Zhang Qiling's arm tightly, his face was pale, and his whole body was trembling.

"Naive..." Fatty was about to speak but he received warning eyes from his younger brother, so he could only keep his mouth shut.

"It's okay, Wu Xie. It's just a minor injury." Zhang Qiling pulled Wu Xie's hands and held them, and said softly.

"It was me...was it?...was it me?! I hurt you! It was me!!" Wu Xie saw the dagger falling from his feet, and the memories controlled by Aning crawled into his memory mind.

He still remembered the gentle smile on Zhang Qiling's lips, but what did he do? !He actually hurt him! !

Wu Xie pulled out the hands held by Zhang Qiling, and slowly retreated step by step.

"Wu Xie..." Zhang Qiling frowned and looked at him. He wanted to step forward to hold him, but he staggered due to excessive blood loss, and the blind man stretched out his hand to support him.

"Naive, don't be like this! This is not what you think, it's all that stinky fox!" The fat man took two steps forward and grabbed Wu Xie and said.

"But I hurt him! I hurt him with my own hands!!" Wu Xie shouted, shaking off the fat man's hand.

Two lines of tears fell from the corner of his eyes...

"Master..." Seeing Wu Xie's self-reproach, Chi Yan frowned and called him.

But Wu Xie couldn't listen to anything now, the scene of him stabbing Zhang Qiling played over and over again in his mind, the huge sense of guilt and deep self-blame were about to overwhelm him!

"Wu Xie!" Xiaohua took a few steps forward, grabbing his shoulders with both hands and shaking him vigorously.

"Wu Xie, the most important thing now is not to blame yourself, but to help him stop the bleeding as soon as possible. Otherwise, his life will really be in danger!" Xiao Hua said seriously.

"Yes! Stop the bleeding first! Stop the bleeding first!" Hearing Xiao Hua's words, Wu Xie's flustered eyes instantly brightened.

He stumbled and ran to Zhang Qiling's side, asked the blind man to put Zhang Qiling down, and pressed his hands on his dantian, emerald green spiritual power frantically poured into Zhang Qiling's body, repairing his wound.

"Don't worry, take your time, you will only waste your spiritual power." Zhang Qiling touched his cheek, wiped the tears from his eyelashes and said softly.

Wu Xie looked at his slightly pale face, bit his lower lip, and slowed down the input of spiritual power. The spiritual power no longer flowed around, but concentrated on the wound, and healed his wound smoothly.

After a long while, Wu Xie exhausted all his spiritual power to manage to stop the blood from Zhang Qiling's wound, but he couldn't completely heal his wound.

That wound was so deep!The short sword pierced Zhang Qiling's abdomen, and scratched his internal organs and several large blood vessels where the blade passed. Even Wu Xie in his heyday may not be able to repair this wound at once, let alone resisting it before. He consumed most of his spiritual power when attacking, and then he was controlled by Aning with black magic to consume even more.

Zhang Qiling looked at Wu Xie, who had fallen asleep due to exhaustion of spiritual power, and touched his pale face, feeling a slight distress in his chest.

"Rest well, Wu Xie."

He bent down and gently kissed away the wet tears from the corners of Wu Xie's eyes.