Xuanji stared blankly at Long Feili, so he was really the emperor? Between the sword and the sword, he hugged her to avoid the fierce attack, took a few vertical jumps, and left the village and came to the beach.
"You can't implicate them, can you?" Xuanji asked with a smile, and then said softly, "You seem to be a good emperor."
Long Feili was startled, she understood him. He said lightly: "I have killed a lot of people."
"Yeah." She still smiled, leaning gently against his arms, the enemy was already in front.
"I will keep you safe tonight, do you believe me?" he whispered in her ear.
"If you say that, the other party must be very powerful."
She knows it all. Long Feili hugged the woman in his arms.
"Long Feili, if you can, let's go together. If you can't, you can go by yourself." Xuanji's nose was sore, she tore off her dress to help him wrap the wound that was constantly soaked with blood, and smiled: "You are Emperor, there must be many women, it doesn't matter if there is one less of me."
She didn't know how powerful the other party was. She only knew that in the fierce battle he was protecting her, her arm was stabbed by them. They laughed and said that he had reached the end of the shot.
He glanced at the blood on her arm, and at that moment, his phoenix eyes were full of coldness and bloodthirsty. His sword, suddenly as bright as lightning, with a sharp edge, seemed to brighten the whole world overnight.
She heard Murong Pei scream in anger, and told Murong Lin that it was the fatal move of Mingjian Villa, called Chaolu Wantan... He stabbed seven swords and injured seven people at the same time.
The price is that he himself suffers the same number of swords.
Dew in the morning and night in the evening is the meaning of taking the moment of youth.
In the end, it's just that, it's the end of it.
She didn't know how far Taoyuan Village was from Taoyuan Town, but she only knew that after he was covered in red, he hugged her and galloped all the time with light work.
What he said, he did, she was safe, but he was dying.
When he stopped, he quietly fell into her arms.
The long street, the lights are lonely, and the night is already deep.
He in her arms had passed out, and she was actually exhausted, but she couldn't pass out yet.
She thought she couldn't carry him, but after failing many times, she still carried him, who was much taller and heavier than her, on her back.
I can't remember how many drugstore doors were opened, but no one was willing to heal him, saying that he couldn't save him.
Who is not afraid of dead people smashing the signboard
Tears were wrapped in her eyes, and she dared not let it fall. Sometimes, once she became weak all of a sudden, she could never find the courage to persevere even though she knew she was desperate.
"Long Feili, don't die. If you die, I'll leave." She said indiscriminately, choked up, "Can you tell me a word, okay? I'm scared."
There was no response from him on her back, so she said to herself, he was too heavy, he almost fell from her thin body, she sniffed, lifted him up, and left again all the way.
Gritting her teeth, she opened a hospital at the end of the street, and it was already at the end, if even this one would not save him... She laboriously put him on the ground, wiping the tears that finally shed, desperately trying to Clap the door.
With a squeak, the door opened.
Without saying a word, Xuanji immediately knelt in front of the middle-aged man who opened the door.
"Please, please, save him."
The short man frowned, glanced at the man on the ground, shook his head, and sighed: "The blood is like this, it can't be saved."
He was about to close the door when he said that. Xuanji was very upset, but her stubborn temper suddenly came up. She stood up, hugged the doctor's arm tightly, and cried, "I beg you to save him..."
The doctor sneered and scolded, "This is clearly a dead person, you want me to cure a dead person?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Xuanji's hands and feet were cold and flustered, and she quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "I beg you."
"Lao Wu, what's the matter?" A woman leaned out in her clothes.
That doctor Wu frowned, "It's okay, a mad woman brought a dead person to seek medical treatment."
The woman glanced at Xuanji, saw her face covered in blood, and muttered, "It's so pitiful."
Doctor Wu flicked his sleeves and said, "You should go back and prepare for the things behind you."
Blood flowed from his forehead and slipped into his eyes. Xuanji knelt on the ground in a daze. Doctor Wu and his wife were about to close the door and enter when a gleaming sword was pressed against his neck, and a cold voice sounded in front of him, " To cure or not to cure?"
The two were shocked, Xuanji was shocked, and saw Long Feili propped on the door panel with one hand and pointed at Doctor Wu with his sword in the other.
The snow clothes were all red and wet, and there was no trace of whiteness.
Dr. Wu gritted his teeth and shivered to stop the bleeding and clothe the wound for the man in front of him. Mrs. Wu watched with trepidation, both of whom had many years of medical experience. , This man, it is impossible to endure the pain caused by the two fatal wounds on his chest. It is impossible to survive such an injury at all.
Xuanji curled up on Long Feili's lap obediently, raised her eyes and stared at the handsome face as white as paper, on her lap, their hands were tightly clasped together.
"Long Feili, I thought you..." She whispered her fear with tears in her eyes.
His pale, dry lips twitched slightly.
"I can't die yet. If those people chase after me and I die, what will you do?"