Emperor Tribulation: The Empress Wants a Revolution Chapter 174: [If the dirt and the white head want to be separated] The white head will not be separated
Chapter 174: [If the dirt and the white head want to be separated] The white head will not be separated
The hairpin in her hand was actually not very fine in workmanship and was even a bit rough. But what she cared about was what he just said. He said: "If she changed it to a wooden one, she wouldn't be able to hurt herself."
Did he notice?
When she is in a hurry, she will always use a hairpin to draw her own blood
"It doesn't look good? If you don't like it... just throw it away." His voice was light and even.
"No, I like it, I like it very much, don't throw it away!" The sadness in my heart was now filled with joy, and I couldn't help but hold it tighter, it seemed... slightly tingling?
She was startled, and looked intently. There were words engraved on the handle of the tiny hairpin, and she could identify them one by one: "White... head..."
"Don't read..." He interrupted her in a rough voice.
Eleven stuck out his tongue, and he was delighted to see those words imprinted in his mind, but his heart was beating wildly.
Bai,shou,bu,xiang,li
She knew the meaning of these five words...
She quickly lowered her head and closed her eyes, blinking away the tears, but before she could raise her eyes to look at him with a smile, her shoulders sank, and she stared at his head leaning against her shoulders, closing her eyes gently...
"Long Lilie..." Eleven called softly. If something spilled out of her eyes, she raised her hand to wipe it away. The back of her hand was covered with moisture. "It doesn't matter, there are still two injections. I am half a doctor, I can save
Your... let's make a bet, okay?"
She clenched the hairpin tightly and put it back into his hand: "Send it to me when you wake up. You have to bring it to me personally. If you can't wake up, then... I won't want it." The last words were so light.
as if held in the throat
The second needle was inserted into his head and heart tremblingly...
She stared at his face tightly, anxious, uneasy and with a little cautious expectation, but...
"That needle hurt so much, how could you sleep so soundly?"
Three needles, three pricking methods, each needle will be less painful and less painful than the previous one, but he did not wake up again this time.
"Have you forgotten what you just said? Those people are chasing me. What will I do without you... If you just leave like this, I will definitely, never forgive you."
Kowtow, smile bitterly
As she said, there was no reaction at all when he went down.
"You said... if something happened to you in my hands, Wuhen Hua Chi, or Linglong, would they scratch me and chop me up? Wouldn't it be painful to die like that? Do you want me to do that?