"Why are you crying?" Ying Zexia reached out and wiped away her tears with the pads of his thumbs.
"It's all my fault." An Xiaoyou placed his palm on Ying Zexia's arm, bursts of purple light surrounded Ying Zexia's injured arm...
"Idiot, who issued the concealed weapon? The person who issued the concealed weapon is the real culprit!" How could Yingze Xia be willing to blame her? How could he be willing to scold her? How much he loves her, no one can guess, five hundred years
Who can understand love?
An Xiaoyou sniffed and looked at Ying Zexia's arm that was gradually recovering... the bleeding stopped, and the wounds even started to heal...
Xiaoyou smiled like a child, quickly wiped away the tears hanging on her cheeks with the back of her other hand, and stretched out her hand more vigorously to promote the illusion...
The wounds gradually compounded, leaving not even a scar...
"Little guy, you..." Ying Zexia looked at An Xiaoyou's amazing medical skills in surprise, "Little guy, is this your talent?"
"Well! Five hundred years ago, after I woke up from a serious illness, I had no memory. I only had this unexpected talent..." An Xiaoyou was obviously a little sad, and told Ying Zexia that he had lost five
Hundreds of memories...
"Then don't think about it, thank you."
"This is the first time you want to thank me? Is this still His Highness the Vampire?" An Xiaoyou became weaker and weaker.
"Little guy, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?" Ying Zexia saw something unusual about her.
"I'm so tired, I'm going to sleep." An Xiaoyou closed her eyes, fell into Ying Zexia's arms, and fell asleep peacefully...
"Little guy! Little guy!" An Xiaoyou rested her head on Ying Zexia's lap and fell asleep as tiredly as a baby.