After walking over and walking around the sycamore tree, Huang Junye was unconscious behind the tree.?

She couldn't help but frown, "Evil Emperor, Evil Emperor?"

She squatted down and put the umbrella on him, "Evil Emperor? I said it long ago. If you die, it will cause me trouble. You have to stay away from it. Can you not die here?"

Huang Junye was confused. He didn't know if he was too excited when he saw Ye Xiyue today, or if the injury of the crystal dagger spread, or if it was raining heavily, or if it was all three, his consciousness was not clear now, his mind was confused, and his eyes were dizzy...

He opened his eyes and saw that beautiful face, just like the dream he had often had in the past three years. Ye Xiyue would be there every time in the dream, but when he woke up, he realized that he was the only one.

He only remembered that he lost the most precious her, and he cruelly made the most beloved her forget himself.

"Xiao...xi...er..." he murmured, his words were buried in the wind and rain, making people unable to hear them.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed Ye Xiyue's arm, tightly for fear that she would leave the next moment.

Ye Xiyue looked at the hand that was on her arm and subconsciously wanted to shake it away, but when she saw Huang Junye's weak and weak look, she let him hold it. Forget it, she didn't care about the patient.

Ye Xiyue threw away the umbrella and helped Huang Junye up from under the sycamore tree. She was a girl and was completely inferior to Huang Junye in physical strength. She helped him walk into the house in a coma. It was very difficult. "I don't know what evil I committed in my previous life. I met you, a traumatic spirit in this life."

She must have owed him in her previous life.

When she returned to the room and placed him on the bed, she and him were already wet. She took off his coat and covered him with a quilt. Without caring about herself, she began to look for spiritual medicines and pills in the space, preparing to deal with the wound on his left chest.

He was in a coma and had a high fever, not only because of the rain, but more because of the worsening injuries.

As the evil emperor of the gods, he was really capable of running for a day with a crystal dagger.

The wound was on the left chest. Because she was very resentful towards Huang Junye, her movements were much rude than usual. I don’t know if it hurt Huang Junye, but Huang Junye frowned slightly.

Ye Xiyue muttered, "I'm so furious."

Even though he said so, his movements gradually became much softer.

"Xiao Xier..."

Huang Junye murmured in a coma.

Ye Xiyue didn't hear clearly at first, and couldn't help but approach him, "What are you talking about?"

"Xiao...Xi...er..."

His voice wet the flowers like rain, becoming so delicate.

"Xiao Xier...Xiao Xier..."

Later, every time he called, she could hear it clearly.

Ye Xiyue's hand that dealt with his wound stopped on her left chest and stared at him blankly, "I'm sick!" After a while, she spit out two words.

Why call her when she is in a coma?

Still Xiao Xier? Can you be more numb?

Or... he is actually calling another person, but that person's name and her name have the word Xi?

Otherwise, why did he never forget the three words "Xiao Xier" after just one day of meeting?

"Evil Emperor, what kind of person are you?"
Chapter completed!