I thought my husband was dying

Seeing Zhou Yu running towards him in such an image, Sirel swore to God that he had never expected such a result before, let alone that Zhou Yu would be so... directly Come up to him.

His clothes were already too big for Zhou Yu to wear, and the [-] cm difference in height and figure was not covered up, so it is conceivable that the clothes would be loose and loose on Zhou Yu's body, but it was too loose up.

The sleeves grew a lot, and the round shoulders were almost exposed. Not to mention, the neckline almost slid onto Zhou Yu's stomach because of the big v, which directly caused the white and smooth skin on the chest to twitch. The pink color was faintly visible under the wide neckline. Faced with such a beautiful spring scene, Cyril's eyes suddenly darkened.

Zhou Yu actually felt that this dress was quite embarrassing, but he thought that the size of the dress was only reflected in the neckline that kept sliding down his shoulders, and he didn't notice other places at all, so he pulled the collar that was about to slip down again. Afterwards, Zhou Yu found strangely that the complexion of the fickle general in front of him changed again.

Then in the next second, the entire suspension car was like a tornado. Zhou Yu didn't even have time to see what was happening to the person in front of him. After the wind came and went, Cyril took a new dress and put it in front of him.

"Change this." Cyril turned his head and looked outside the car door, making sure that no one was walking this way, and then said to Zhou Yu solemnly.

Zhou Yu was in a daze for a while before he realized that this man's movements were like a flurry of back and forth, and his skills did not look like a wounded patient at all. He silently took back this depression, and then looked down at the dark gray suit in his hand. clothes.

This time it wasn't a big v-neck. After Zhou Yu put it on, he felt that although it was still a bit big, it was at least normal --- if he didn't look at the hem that dragged his butt like a skirt.

So he said thanks to Cyril.

"Okay," Zhou Yu said after rolling up his sleeves, "Your wound is on your waist, open it and have a look?"

However, the other party was obviously not on the same channel as him. Cyril looked at his exposed collarbone, his expression was still a little unsightly, and then his brain began to search his closet for clothes with high collars or scarves.

So after he finished talking for a long time, there was still no movement on the other side. When he looked up, he saw that Cyril was continuing to stare at him with an inscrutable expression, and he had no intention of making a living by himself.

Zhou Yu: ... He also inexplicably read a little bit of "self-exposed" from the other party's eyes. What's the matter?

He took a deep breath, thinking that this is really a difficult patient, and then he took a step forward silently, thinking that he would lift it up by himself, this guy is in such a good figure, he can still glance at him for a while, and then he can rub his eyes on Welfare, It's not for nothing, hehehe.

So Zhou Yu's evil little hands slowly covered Cyril's waist, feeling that the muscles under his body seemed to be hard, and he felt extremely excited, because the hand felt quite good through the clothes, it was really touching. If you go up, hehehe.

Zhou Yu swallowed in his heart, and after pausing for a while, he continued to gently lift off Cyril's blouse with his hands.

The latter felt that when his soft fingertips swayed past his body, the ups and downs of his breathing went wrong instantly.

However, Zhou Yu didn't have time to pay attention to this at all, because all his attention was immediately taken away after he lifted Cyril's shirt.

I saw a hideous scar lying on Cyril's waist and abdomen. The wound area was very large. In Zhou Yu's eyes, there was even a black air seeping. With Xiril's breathing, the scar opened and closed, as if at any time. It can be cracked --- no, the periphery has been cracked a lot.

And if such a large wound is opened, what will happen? They can't even do a simple bandage?At least use a bandage to isolate it a little bit, not to mention that the wound hasn't healed at all, and this person is still out, walking so much in the sun...

Doesn't he feel any pain?

Seeing something out of the corner of the eye, Zhou Yu froze for a moment, and then directly lifted the entire top of Cyril's shirt.

Cyril: "..."

Zhou Yu was shocked by the sight in front of him.

It's not that Zhou Yu has never seen this body before. He had seen this person once before when he was still sickly lying on the bed. There were countless wounds on the front, and all kinds of scars entrenched on his body, varying in depth. , different in size, just by looking at these scars, one can probably guess how hard the battle he has experienced.

And some wounds are obviously new wounds plus old wounds, stacked one after another.

When I saw it for the first time, Zhou Yu even wondered if this person would be bloodless at all, but how could any individual insist on being on the front line under such circumstances, and even insist on using his own strength to die with the Queen? ?

What kind of mood did he hold, what kind of pain he endured, and what kind of belief did he do these things?

However, what he didn't expect was that, just a few days later, what appeared in front of him at this moment was even more serious than what he saw last time!

All the hideous wounds, large and small, were all open!Some still had bright red flesh, and some blood would ooze out from time to time. Larger wounds might even be pulled and split due to physical activity. It wasn’t just that the wounds had recurred, but all wounds had recurred!

Seeing the wounded blood and sweat on his body, Zhou Yu suddenly raised his head, and then gave Xi Ruier a hard look.

He doesn't care about nobles, generals or heroes of the people. He has also been a doctor in the field before. Even the strongest soldier must be obedient in front of the doctor.

If the wounds recurred without telling him, or even allowed them to deteriorate like this, did this person not want to live? !Doesn't sweat dripping on the wound hurt?Doesn't it hurt to see the wound crack a little bit?Is this guy really determined to rely on his superhuman physique to recover, so he fights poison with fire?Or is it this kind of pain...is he already numb?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yu's face froze, and then his heart suddenly softened. He inexplicably thought of the firm but not weak Sirel in the video. of?"

Come to think of it, only the black mist could cause such a large amount of damage.

Cyril looked into Zhou Yu's eyes, was silent for a while and replied, "Yes."

Zhou Yu took a deep breath, loosened his frown, and patted his knee lightly, "If you get hurt or feel uncomfortable in the future, remember to tell me."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the car door. This place happened to be a plant factory. It would be best to find some medicine to treat Cyril's wound. Tianzhi grass and golden plaque are enough, and the wound has probably been open for a while , was stained with sweat again, it may be more troublesome if it is not dealt with as soon as possible.

"Where are you going?" Cyril suddenly stopped him.

"Go get your medicine, the wound can't wait any longer." Zhou Yu glanced at him.

"...What do you want, let Sabine bring it up." Cyril said, as if he didn't want Zhou Yu to leave.

Zhou Yu glanced at him suspiciously, "No, it's not far away, it's more convenient for me to go down, let alone find something to make medicine."

Cyril was silent for a while, then said, "Then you go."

Zhou Yu stopped at the door for a while, not quite understanding what was wrong with this guy, but the matter of the wound was too late, so he finally left.

Hearing the sound of the car door opening and closing behind him, until the sound of another breath disappeared, Cyril took a deep breath and put his hand on his abdomen, as if he could still feel the boy's soft skin and warm fingers.

Those wounds were not opened during the black mist. The black mist only caused him mental stress. The wounds were opened when he stimulated the energy core too much when he forcibly used the energy capsule.Of course Cyril was aware of his physical condition, he actually didn't want the boy to see this scene at first.

Everyone says that the scar on the chest is the glory of the warrior, the supreme glory, but the warrior... is also a human being.

Cyril once fought to the death with Zong Xing on the front line for a year. The disparity in strength was not effective even with wise guidance. In many cases, the opponent could almost fight alone and took down dozens of people on the side of the empire. , even hundreds of soldiers.

So most of the time he has to play in person.

He appeared when Area [-] was about to fall, and when Area [-] was about to fall, he appeared again. For a long time, everyone regarded him as a god. Wherever there was danger, he could be seen, like a legend in the battlefield Same.

The hero Cyril, the god of war Cyril, the savior of the empire, put big hats on his head like a Russian doll, but no one cared about how he dragged his body full of holes and appeared in one after another. of the war zone.

From the moment he awakened, his body had been dedicated to the empire, he lived for it, and died for it.Accept the cruelest training, step forward in a desperate situation, and then accept more cruel training, in a vicious circle.

And since he stepped into this vortex, his father and mother rarely even went to see him.

As one of the four great nobles, she has been glorious since ancient times, but at this time, she must stand at the forefront and bear everything.

They cannot take a step back.

Even a little bit of compassion is likely to put the empire to death.

His mother told him with firm and hopeless eyes.

Cyril understands this. As a member of the empire, he is not unwilling to take on everything. He just rushes to the battlefield as soon as he wakes up all the year round. When he never stops, he occasionally hopes to see someone when he wakes up. Sitting next to him, you don't have to do anything, just a look is enough.

So he didn't stop Zhou Yu. That was his matching partner. Cyril acted like he was trying to get something different, and let Zhou Yu see this scarred body.

Then in that split second, he saw it in his eyes.

Angry, puzzled, and a little bit of distress, even when he finally put down his clothes, there was a flash of tenderness on his face.

Cyril felt like a trapped animal chained by iron chains, his body was covered with blood and wounds, and at this moment, he was finally freed.

He fixed his eyes on the beam of light that shot into the darkness, and then silently put it away.

He felt that this should belong to him, and he could not go anywhere.

3000 meters above Capital Star, the Imperial Palace

Sitting on the huge Qiheng chair was a young man with white hair and purple eyes, fair skin and lips without the slightest color, and deep concave under the cheekbones. Except for those sparkling eyes, the whole person looked lifeless.

He was only wearing a robe, which was too big to cover his whole body, and it didn't fit very well, as if it wasn't his clothes.He put his elbows through his sleeves on the armrests, supporting his head, which was slightly larger than his thin body, and his bony legs dangled under the chair, staring at the person who bowed to him in front of the hall with interest .

"I thought that you would bring me some interesting news when you came, Marshal." He opened his thin lips lightly, and said lightly, his voice was not high, but it echoed in the whole hall very clearly.

"Your Majesty, it's only natural," the red-haired man raised his head, his pair of black shirts were full of sincerity, "Cyril is really awake, Your Majesty, do you know?"

The young man glanced at him boredly, his face turned a little cold towards this kind of news that was nothing new.

Knowing this, Jin raised the corners of his lips, as if he didn't care much about the young man's indifference, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes, "But Sol will definitely not tell His Majesty who healed his injury."

Hearing this, the morbid face finally had an expression that was different from ordinary people, "Tell me?"

"It was ten days ago that I reached a marriage contract with Cyril, the eldest son of Feierxing Zhou, Zhou Yu." Jin raised his eyes to look at the young man on the high seat, smiled and continued, "Your Majesty, Cyril's No one in the entire empire is aware of the fact that he was poisoned by the Queen’s death and his energy core was shattered. It was so bad that he was almost lifeless, but now he came back to life overnight. Even a body like Cyril’s can be cured, I think, If this person is brought to the imperial city, and heals His Majesty day and night--"

When Sada said this, he paused cleverly, and did not continue, but the meaning of the unfinished words is well known.

The golden hall fell into silence for an instant, but Sada was always confidently waiting for the boy's answer with a smile on his face.

I don't know how long it has passed like this, a sneer rose in the air, and the young man's purple eyes narrowed slightly, "Sada, what do you mean to say, I have exhausted the empire's 107 earths to search, but they can't reach the mere space on Fairy Star?" A Zhou family?"

Sardar's smiling face froze suddenly, and his complexion changed so quickly that he even looked a little ferocious.

"It's a joke! Sada, I have given you the position of marshal for 40 years, and you don't even have the ability to make judgments. How can you be so responsible?" With a bone-chilling coldness, "Or, Sada, do you doubt the empire ruled by me as 'Yuan'?"

Sada clenched the hands hanging by his legs tightly, his face was tense, his head burst into veins, and his eyes were full of tears. After admonishing himself constantly from the bottom of his heart, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and opened them again. , just now everything has disappeared, "Chen, don't dare."

The young man turned his gaze, and after scanning a certain corner of the hall, raised the corners of his mouth, as if seeing something happy, waved his hand and said impatiently to Sada, "Since it's all right, let's go."

Sada clenched his fists, tried his best to control his breathing, and retreated slowly.

When he came to the door, he turned his head and glanced at the young man on the seat, hatred and disdain rolled in his black eyes, and finally, he turned his head angrily and walked away.

"Aqiu, come out." The boy withdrew his hand on the armrest, swayed his legs happily, wrapped his bare skin in a loose robe, looked at a corner, his purple eyes sparkled with excitement, his face The expression on the face is completely different from just now, it seems that there is a little more naive expectation, even the body has lost the momentum just now, it looks like a child waiting for sugar.

"Your Majesty." A young man walked out from the corner, with black hair and black eyes. He looked resolute and steady. He was wearing a heavy military uniform. He raised his head to look at the young man on the seat, and noticed that his face had changed, and sighed. In a calm tone, he changed to, "Arjun."

A smile appeared on Arjun's face again, he jumped off the chair, bounced into Anqiu's arms, and said with a smile, "Did you hear that, he just said that I'm going to die soon."

Anqiu was silent for a while, rubbed the loose hair on the top of his head and said, "No, your body will get better."

"No." Arjun wrinkled his nose, "From the moment he ascended the throne to the present, it has been getting worse day by day. It's really useless."

"Your Majesty." Anqiu frowned and said with emphasis.

"Huh?" Arjun stepped into Anqiu's arms and rubbed his face, and replied.

"There is really no room for maneuver in the matter of the Sada family..."

Aqiong suddenly stood on tiptoe, met his nose, his purple eyes flashed, "No, don't doubt my decision."

Anqiu looked into those shining eyes, and after a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Yes."

"Aqiu Aqiu, if one day I die, will you guard the imperial city in the sky for me, and wait until the next 'source' appears?" Arjun raised his head, as if thinking of something interesting, full of enthusiasm. hopeful face.

Anqiu looked at the face that had long since lost its luster and was exhausted by Qihengshi, and after a long time, he moved his throat and said softly, "Yes."

"Really?" Arjun stood on tiptoe, approached him, hooked his neck with both hands, with eyes full of affection, he forced the tall Anqiu to be about the same height as him, then stared at those black eyes, The warmth disappeared suddenly from his purple eyes, replaced by bits and pieces of madness, and he narrowed his eyes.

"Shouldn't you die with me? The imperial city in the sky where I'm not here, what do you have to defend?" Arjun's voice was full of ice-coldness, as if he had become that lofty emperor again in an instant.

Anqiu's body froze, the blood all over his body seemed to be frozen, looking at the boy in front of him, he couldn't move.

"Hahaha, I'm just joking with you, let's see how scared you are." Arjun jumped up and kissed Anqiu happily on the face, let go of his hands hooking his neck, then turned and left.

"...Your Majesty... Aqiong, where are you going?" When Anqiu came back to his senses, the man had already walked more than ten meters away, and he hurriedly took two steps forward, trying to keep up with him.

"Don't follow, let the people below quickly analyze the information provided by Cyril, adjust the defense formations of each planet, increase military training and research, let Witt use his mind, and finish researching the Queen Bee quickly. Take it from the national treasury, if it is not enough, I will make it up from my private treasury, you have full authority to manage it, and I will prepare the same amount of Qiheng stone." Come up, oh yes—"

As if thinking of something interesting, Joan finally stopped and turned around with a smile on her face, "And that little friend from his family, please bring it too, he's as pure as you with black hair and black hair." Mou, I haven't seen it for many years."