"Why didn't you tell me when you were hurt?" Ye Qingluo stared at the red gauze, covering it with trembling fingertips.
However, before touching the gauze, he shivered and withdrew his hand.
Di Moxuan was injured.
The aloof Lord Emperor Zun was actually injured.
"It's not a serious injury, it's fine." Di Moxuan twitched the corner of his mouth lightly, raised his hand to caress Ye Qingluo's black hair, "I didn't tell you, just because I was afraid you would worry."
This wound, and so much blood...
How could it be just a minor injury
If it was just a minor injury, something that could be solved with a few pills, how could there be so much blood
Suddenly, Ye Qingluo remembered something.
that map.
Blood on the map...
Ye Qingluo's heart trembled suddenly: "Your injury...is it the injury you suffered..."
Yes, the blood on that map...
When Emperor Moxuan rushed into Death Castle and took her away from Chu Wuxin, she thought her guess was wrong and that Emperor Moxuan was not injured, so she didn't ask any more questions.
If she hadn't just noticed that his face was wrong, she might not know it until now!
An annoyance and guilt towards Emperor Moxuan rose from the bottom of my heart.
She is not a qualified... woman who can be by Di Moxuan's side.
She never cared about Di Moxuan well...
It will only continue to create one trouble after another for Di Moxuan.
The more she thought about it, the tighter Ye Qingluo's heart became.
There was a suffocating feeling in her throat, and she couldn't even breathe smoothly.
The nose is sour, as if something is about to come out of the eye socket.
"No." Di Moxuan replied without hesitation, seeing the guilt and thoughts in Ye Qing's eyes at a glance.
He stretched out his long arms and pulled Ye Qingluo into his arms: "Don't think about it, I'm fine."
He answered decisively, but it was also an indirect confirmation that this injury... was indeed the injury suffered by Castle of the Death God.
For her, he was injured, and for her, he always stayed by her side with the injury.
I kept pretending that nothing happened, just because I was afraid that she would be worried.
Ye Qingluo's eye sockets gradually turned red.
Why is this man so stupid.
"Did your heart hurt?" Di Moxuan's fingers slowly brushed across Ye Qingluo's cheeks, and his fingertips paused at the corners of her eyes, "I don't want to be hurt, just give me a kiss, and it won't hurt."
"You..." At this time, he can still play hooligans in a serious manner!
Ye Qingluo stared at Di Moxuan, and pushed his hand away abruptly.
Immediately, he took out the pill and gauze from the Minghuang ring.
"Knowing that I will be worried, but still hiding my injury!" Ye Qingluo pursed her pink lips, eyes full of anger, "Just let me know now, I'm more worried, okay?"
She untied Di Moxuan's blood-oozing gauze, and threw it aside.
Only then did Ye Qingluo seriously look at the wound on Di Moxuan's chest.
It's a sharp wound.
The wound was not deep, but just happened to be close to the heart.
Fortunately, it was Di Moxuan who avoided it in time and did not hurt his vitals.
weapon...
Ye Qingluo's pupils shrank, and he was completely sure that the injury suffered by Emperor Moxuan was the injury he suffered when he touched the trap when he broke through the trap in Death God Castle.
Too…
Such a detailed map clearly draws the route leading to Linglong Nata, and every institution is clearly marked.
How could you draw so finely if you hadn't tried each organ one by one
The contours of Di Moxuan's face were extremely soft, and he stared at Ye Qing's eyes with tenderness and pampering.
One bandages the wound, while the other stares tenderly.
The breeze blows, and the petals dance.
Pieces of petals, like fluttering butterflies, linger between the two.
Dreamlike.