"Che Yue..." Chuo Luo was so shocked that he couldn't speak. His eyes moved to Yuan'er's body. He saw some wrinkles on the twisted face. He couldn't help but feel confused. He stepped forward to take a closer look and found that
This "Xiaoyu" actually wore a human skin mask, so he tore it off easily. When he saw the real face, Chuoluo was even more shocked. His face turned pale and he was speechless for a long time!
This Xiaoyu is actually Yuan'er!
It turned out that Yuan'er had put on a human skin mask and walked up the mountain after meeting him in the morning at Riyue Mountain, putting on a good show and letting Ting Qingyu take her in.
Naturally, because of love and hatred, she even wanted to get Ting Qingyu's colorless pearl, so she lurked in the Changbi Palace!
"How...how could it be like this...Yuan'er..." Chuoluo was stunned. Looking at this situation, Ting Qingyu must have killed her, and Yuan'er must have wanted to kill Ting Qingyu before this happened.
A big murder![
However, everything is irreversible!
"Princess...Brother Che...I'm afraid there's no way to save him!" Ling Feng applied the medicine to Che Yue's wound, but the bleeding still stopped. Ting Qingyu turned pale with fright, and hugged Che Yue carefully.
I don’t know what to do with time!
Cheyue had a faint smile on her face, but her tightly knitted eyebrows proved how much pain he was suffering. He lay sideways in Ting Qingyu's arms, his body unable to suppress the pain and trembling uncontrollably.
With.
He pursed his lips hard, trying to calm down. He tried hard to reach out his hand and wipe away the crystal tears that kept rolling down for the woman he loved most.
"Che... you will be fine. Don't worry, I will save you..." Ting Qingyu's heart was full of fear. When she said these words, her voice was so weak. She is not a peerless doctor, let alone a fairy.
What method can she use to save him while still alive?
What to do? What to do?
For the first time, Ting Qingyu was moved to extreme despair!
Waves of warmth came from the blood on Che Yue's back, which dyed the plain white hands red. Ling Feng had a sullen face, worried that he had almost completely lost his mind as he watched the tears rolling down.
Ting Qingyu.
Chuoluo was filled with grief and anger, not knowing who he should hate. He stood there and stared blankly at Ting Qingyu, who was crying completely.