"You performed very well today, which surprised me."
"Then... do you like me? Are you willing to marry me? I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't say this at this time, but if I get a promise from you, even if I die... I will rest in peace..."
Kong Youci vomited a mouthful of blood, "For you, I will do anything..."
"You wait for me to come back."
As she spoke, Hua Wuxie picked up Kong Youci and placed her in an open space where there were no corpses. He gently pulled out her sticky hair and said, "You must wait for me to come back, you know?"
Kong Youci nodded. Her serious injury consumed her physical strength and made her unable to say more.
After taking a deep look at Kong Youci, Hua Wuxie walked away with a big scimitar;
He walked towards the most spacious tent... Oh my god, could that be Dorgon's tent? Oops.
It must be very dangerous there, I want to go take a look.
Because I was too anxious to act, I was discovered by Kong Youci... "Yuan Ziyi?"
She opened her eyes wide and was surprised to see me. Bloodshot eyes continued to flow from the corners of her mouth, making her injuries even more serious.
"I, I'm just worried about Hua Wuxie... Don't get me wrong. Do you need my help? Can I carry you to a safe place?" The tone was a bit weak, but I really wanted to help her!
"No. I want to wait here for him to come back. He asked me to wait for him to come back. Besides, I have worked with him to help him achieve his goals. I am the one in his life."
"I know. You have been able to advance and retreat with him, support his ideals, and help him achieve his goals. You are qualified to love him. I am not qualified. I am self-aware, so I am leaving."
My heart is filled with bitterness, as the rain seeps into my eyes... my mouth, and even deep into my heart.
Why do I clearly like him but don't have the courage to say it?
Why did my unabashed personality break when I met him? I love you, Hua Wuxie, I love you.
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There was a sea of blood in front of him, and bright red blood splashed everywhere as Hua Wuxie swung his knife, even staining his clothes red.
More than a dozen Qing soldiers guarding the tent were all killed by his sword. The few Qing soldiers who resisted tenaciously retreated step by step into the tent because they were afraid of his bravery.