Ting Qingyu hurriedly took out a hand and touched it in her arms, but found it was empty. She didn't know whether she had not put it on or lost it! Huge fear surged into her heart, and she sobbed, pressing her face to Che Yue's
Her hair, which was wet with tears, was incoherent.
"Che... don't leave me, don't... I haven't compensated you yet! Che, I... I will definitely give you children this time, and I will give you whatever you want! No... don't..."
Chuo Luo looked at Ting Qingyu who had lost his mind and couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Infatuated love turned into resentment, deep love turned into cancer. I was afraid that this time, if Cheyue really died...she would not be easy, right?
After all, the two have developed feelings for each other and are already a couple. You can tell by looking at their secret sweetness during these days.
At this moment, I heard a gust of wind, a soft rustle of trees, and saw a figure suddenly falling in front of everyone, that was Xiao Wen dressed in red.[
Xiao Wen smelled the strong smell of blood.
After calming down, seeing such a messy scene, Ting Qingyu with empty eyes, and Che Yue with blood pouring out from behind, he was shocked. He rushed over and grabbed Ting Qingyu's shoulders, his eyes were filled with pain.
"Yu'er...what happened to Cheyue?"
Ting Qingyu came back to her senses and saw Xiao Wen's anxious and heartbroken face appearing in front of her eyes. She couldn't help but feel as if she had seen a savior, "Xiao Wen... Xiao Wen... even if it's for me... for me!
Save him, save him!"
Cheyue's breath was still weak, Xiao Wen lowered his head and looked at the pale face, only to see Cheyue smiling slightly at him, with a sad expression but a pleading look in his eyes.
"Xiao Wen...take good care of her...otherwise I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost..."
"No! Xiao Wen, save him! Help...him, please!" Ting Qingyu said loudly, without dignity or face, grabbing Xiao Wen's hand with one hand.
Xiao Wen is a member of Emperor Buddhism. In this regard, even if he does not have medical skills, he must know some magic skills, right?
Xiao Wen moved his lips, stretched out his hand to feel Che Yue's pulse, and found that there was almost no breath left. He couldn't help but look gloomy, and weakly shook his head towards the grief-stricken Ting Qingyu.