Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

Yuan Fan took my hand and left, he was extremely silent all the way.I turned my head to look at him, but found that his face was very pale.He was originally pale to somewhat transparent, but now he has no blood at all, his eyes are dark and without brilliance, as dead as if his soul is gone.

"Yuan Fan, your complexion is not very good, what's wrong?" Yuan Fan's eyelashes trembled slightly when he asked this sentence, then he blinked his eyes slowly, and still walked forward quietly.I suddenly felt that something was not right.From the very beginning, I smelled a vague smell of blood. I thought it was because the girl had serious internal bleeding, and indeed she coughed up some blood foam, but we have walked a long distance now, and the smell of blood But more and more intense.

I pressed Yuan Fan and leaned over to smell it, "You smell so strong of blood, where did you get hurt?"

Yuan Fan was quiet, then he raised his eyes and looked at me, his slightly pale lips touched up and down, he said, I'm fine.

Human blood really has a very strong smell of rust. Although I didn't see that girl hurt Yuan Fan, my nose told me that this guy is in a state of being injured again but doesn't say anything.Suddenly, I seemed to understand the reason why Yuan Fan was suddenly extremely quiet.

It wasn't that he became disinterested and indifferent after seeing people he hated, it was just that he was angry, even aggrieved.He was blaming me for paying attention to people he hated when he was hurt.

God knows I'm just trying to make sure that girl doesn't die right away.

Yuan Fan is stubborn and loves pain pervertedly. It is impossible to see where he is injured by pure observation. Today he is wearing pure black again, so it is impossible to see it.

I looked at Yuan Fan, at the corners of his slightly pursed lips, at his empty eyes looking into the distance, and suddenly I felt a little angry.I actually hate Yuanfan very much. I love him, so I feel sorry for him, but he never seems to care about himself, so he never cares about my thoughts. He never thought about whether I was sad when he was injured.

Yuan Fan is very selfish, he can't help but protect me and stand in front of me.But he threw himself down.

I gritted my teeth, and simply reached out to grope around Yuan Fan's body. With such a strong smell of blood, my clothes must have been soaked.When I touched my waist and abdomen, Yuan Fan suddenly stretched out his hand to hold me down, his voice was cold, "I'm fine."

"It's okay? Ha, okay." I was so angry that I was almost speechless. I knew he was angry, but obviously I was almost mad at him.After the irritability fermented, it became calm and even boring.After shaking off Yuan Fan's hand, I slightly pushed my glasses, "Okay, what can you do, Master Yuan, there is nothing worth worrying about. I just have too much to do, so don't bother me."

Should I be glad that I haven't gone far after entering the gate of the Yuan family's ancestral house?Fortunately, I still have a good sense of direction. Since he, Young Master Yuan, has a tenacious spirit, he must be able to walk through the fierce wind and rain alone.At that time, I was full of thoughts, forget it, I'd better leave.

Yuan Fan suddenly started panting quickly, and then squeezed out a trembling voice from his throat, "Mo Xiaoqi, don't go."

The voice was almost crying, but I found it ironic.Yuan Fan always has a way to make me soft-hearted and make me feel bad. He doesn't care if I'm sore or sad. He's extremely powerful. His wisdom is so close to demons that he can control most people's emotions.