After I left, the devil was distraught

The boy's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, his clothes were still dripping wet, his hair was messy, and he was in a mess.

He gestured in a daze for a while, then suddenly dropped his hands in despair and stopped defending, and those eyes seemed to lose their light.

Ember stared blankly, the hand that hit Xueqiong was still trembling slightly.

The action just now under anger made him feel regret for the first time.

Suppressing the faint stabbing pain in his heart, Ember stepped forward to say something, but Su Qingyao's voice came from behind him.

"Your Majesty...forget it." Su Qingyao walked forward weakly, carefully tugged on Ember's sleeve, choked with sobs and shook her head to persuade, "Don't hit him."

Xue Qiong raised her eyes and looked over when she heard the words, only feeling nausea after a spasm in her stomach.

He just found it disgusting and funny. He was really blind to treat this kind of person as a friend.

Facing Shang Xueqiong's gaze, Su Qingyao flinched as if frightened, with tears in his eyes, he hugged Ember tightly in fear, and said with a weak face: "Your Majesty... let's go Well, I don't want to be here anymore."

Seeing Su Qingyao's faltering look, Ember was worried and temporarily ignored Xueqiong. He reached out to protect Su Qingyao so that he would not fall, and said with a frown: "Okay, I will carry you back first."

"Hmm..." Su Qingyao didn't seem to dare to look at Xue Qiong any more, she curled herself into Ember's arms and nodded lightly.

Ember forced herself not to look at Xueqiong anymore, picked up Su Qingyao and turned to the direction of Yaoguang Palace.

In a direction that Ember couldn't see, Su Qingyao smiled contemptuously at Xue Qiong, and said silently, "I won."

It doesn't matter if he has a good family background, so what if everyone likes him, Su Qingyao is always the one who wins, and he also hates that person for always having such a hypocritical face.

Now he wanted to see how long that person's hypocrisy could last.

Xue Qiong lowered her eyes, too lazy to look at Su Qingyao's smug face.

Ember didn't believe him, he wasn't surprised.

The heart couldn't help but began to burst into heart-piercing pain, but it seemed much more real, and the feeling of worrying about gain and loss like yesterday was gone.

Looking at it now, what happened yesterday might as well be just a dream, and he wouldn't be so heartbroken.

After all, that person just said last night that he will not let him hurt again in the future.

----

"Young master, don't scare Yuncheng, what's wrong with you? You haven't even looked at the servant since you came back." Looking at Xueqiong who was still shivering under the quilt on the bed, Yuncheng was terrified .

Just now, when he saw his master walking back staggeringly drenched, Yun Cheng was almost scared out of his wits.

He immediately carried Xue Qiong back to the bedroom, helped him take off his wet clothes and wrapped him in a quilt, found many charcoal basins, and found hot tea for him to drink.

But from the beginning to the end, Xueqiong didn't respond at all, as if she had lost three souls and six souls.

Yun Cheng was on the verge of collapse, he even sat on the bed and shook him regardless of the master and servant.

"Master, can you stop scaring me, I'm scared, look at me!"

"Master! Look at me!"

Under Yun Cheng's tireless crying, Xue Qiong seemed to have finally regained a bit of reason, he patted the back of Yun Cheng's hand comfortingly, shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and then closed his eyes again.

He was thinking, how did he return to Shura Hall just now?

I only remember that Yun Cheng seemed to be terrified, holding him and crying for a long time with red eyes.

Thinking about it, he probably frightened many Demon Attendants along the way. After all, he glanced at the mirror casually just now, and the person in the mirror really looked like a ghost, as if he was weak and about to disperse.

"Young master, why is it so hot, no, you have a fever..."

I always felt that my eyelids were abnormally heavy, and my whole body was groggy. Did he have a fever?

----

On the other side, Ember carried Su Qingyao back to the Yaoguang Hall, and many demon servants in the dormitory soon began to work back and forth.

Serving tea, pouring water, changing clothes and freshening up, the magic doctor arrived soon.

Su Qingyao's face still looked extremely pale, Ember was very worried, and without thinking, she shouted to the magic doctor: "What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and show Qingyao."

"Yes, yes." The magic doctor hurriedly bowed and stepped forward to diagnose and treat in detail.

Inadvertently meeting Su Qingyao's threatening gaze, the magic doctor broke out in a cold sweat, and almost fled away from those malicious eyes.

Thinking of Xueqiong, the magic doctor couldn't bear it, he sighed secretly before forcing himself to say: "Back to your lord, Mr. Qingyao...has suffered from the cold, and now he is very weak, he needs to recover as soon as possible." ...the blood of the worry-free clan can be used as medicine to recover."

Hearing this, Ember's pupils trembled, and she frowned subconsciously.

But this bit of unbearableness quickly disappeared after meeting Su Qingyao's sad eyes: "Okay, I will go get it myself."

After a pause, he said again: "Don't worry, nothing will happen to you."

In fact, this sentence was not only said to Su Qingyao, but also to Ember herself.

Now, he really...can't bear to hurt that person.

After a while, Ember left Yaoguang Hall and went straight to Shura Hall.

----

"I beg your majesty... Please don't... Master will really not be able to bear it, he will die!"

"He's really going to die... Please, take my blood if you want it."

When she was drowsy, Xueqiong was awakened by the crying in her ears.

He opened his eyes and looked over, met Ember's eyes unexpectedly, and quickly fled away.

Hearing Yun Cheng's cries, he already understood everything.

After a pause, he sat up from the bed with difficulty supporting his arms, and pulled Yun Cheng who was blocking the bed with all his strength.

Seeing Xueqiong waking up, Yun Cheng choked up almost at a loss and said, "Woo, master, they want to take your blood again, what should I do, what can I do to protect you..."

Xue Qiong shook her head, looked around for a week, picked up the dagger on the small table, and swiped towards her wrist without thinking.

After going through this torment, he no longer expects anything extravagantly.

At the last moment when the blade was about to touch the skin fiercely, the dagger was stopped by someone.

"I'll do it." Ember stopped Xue Qiong and said in a deep voice.

He winked at Canglang, and the next moment Canglang understood, gagged Yun Cheng and pulled him aside.

Seeing the pain and despair in the young man's eyes, Ember felt like a lump in her throat, and her heart throbbed faintly.

He could only keep telling himself not to soften his heart.That person is just a plaything sent by the Yaozu, and it's just Qingyao's healing medicine.

He snatched the dagger from Xue Qiong's hand, and forced himself to cut open the wound on the boy's wrist that hadn't fully healed.

He put his strength very lightly, and he just deceived himself to make the boy feel better.

But for Xueqiong, there is no pain that is worth the pain of that person doing it herself.

The bright red blood poured into the bowl drop by drop, and Ember never dared to look into Xue Qiong's eyes.

After taking the blood, Ember personally wrapped Xueqiong's wound, and before leaving, he said at last: "Wait for me to come back."

Xue Qiong didn't make any response, he just kept staring at somewhere on the floor lost in thought.