Feng Yichen's appearance fell in Xiao Lixi's eyes, and he immediately understood Feng Yichen's thoughts towards Mo Qingyue. Looking at the situation in front of him, it was another tragic event of falling flowers and flowing water.
Feng Yichen is Mo Qingyue's cousin. They have been childhood sweethearts since they were young. They have a much deeper relationship and it is much easier to be together. Why didn't Qingyue give Feng Yichen a chance... In other words, why didn't Feng Yichen seize this God-given opportunity?
Woolen cloth?
"Give me the antidote." Repeating her request for the third time, Mo Qingyue's patience ran out.
Feng Yichen took a deep breath, pushed back the heat in his eyes, and said firmly: "I can't give you the antidote."
Mo Qingyue's eyes condensed, and he suddenly waved the soft sword in his hand - blood suddenly appeared!
Feng Yichen covered his right arm, and blood flowed out along his fingers, dripping onto the ground.
He frowned, sweating profusely from the pain, "Qingyue, for his sake, seriously—"
"Give me the antidote." The bloody sword pointed at Feng Yichen again, while Mo Qingyue's face showed no expression at all.
Feng Yichen looked at Xiao Lixi with his bloodshot eyes, gritting his teeth tightly, "No - ah -"
This time it was his thigh that was injured. He was slumped on his knees, with a bloodstain on his right leg.
"Give me the antidote!" Mo Qingyue's voice fell into the cold pool, so cold that there was no warmth.
Cold sweat fell from Feng Yichen's cheeks, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "No! No!"
Mo Qingyue raised her sword, aimed it at his left leg, and swung it down!
The expected wound did not appear, but blood formed a line along the sword's edge - Xiao Lixi held the sword's blade with one hand, and her palm was cut by the soft sword, and the sharp sword energy instantly paralyzed the entire arm.
"Huang Ju——"
Mo Qingyue took a breath of cold air, loosened her fingers, and the soft sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Xiao Lixi dropped her long arm, and blood fell to the ground along her fingers. His face turned pale, and he wrote word by word: "Qingyue, that's enough."
"Li Xi..." Mo Qingyue murmured, feeling at a loss.
"Xiao Lixi..." Feng Yichen was stunned and could only whisper.
"I will be poisoned. It has nothing to do with him or you. Don't hurt others anymore." Xiao Lixi's fingertips were shaking. One of his arms was injured and he couldn't lift it. This one was like this again. He wanted to tap on the acupoints to stop the bleeding.
Neither can be done.
Mo Qingyue's heart trembled. She had hurt him again, and she had hurt him again. The last person in the world she wanted to hurt was him. Why——
"Qingyue, let's go." Xiao Lixi dragged her arm. He had lost too much blood and was poisoned. If he didn't leave, he might not be able to leave.
Mo Qingyue slowly pulled up his arm, tapped it a few times, then put her arms around his waist and whispered: "Hold me."
Xiao Lixi was stunned for a moment, not understanding what she meant.
Mo Qingyue grabbed his poisoned arm, put it on her shoulder, held his waist with one hand, looked at the outer courtyard wall of the Crown Prince's Mansion, and stood up!
With her clothes flying in the air, she was already heading toward the palace with Xiao Lixi like a sudden glimpse of a giant.
Feng Yichen lowered his head in silence. He didn't care about his injuries and picked up the soft sword on the ground with his only intact arm.
This sword was given to Mo Qingyue by Feng Xizi as a birthday gift. Tianche's best swordsmith was recruited and it took three years to smelt "Zhan Xiangsi" into this soft sword.
Since the soft sword was given to Mo Qingyue, she has never left her. The sword is with the person and the person with the sword dies. Even if she loses her life, she will never lose this sword.
However……
Now, for Xiao Lixi, for Xiao Lixi who was hurt by a wrong hand, she even kept this sword.
Xiao Lixi is more important than her life, and more important than her arrogance.