Su Wanqing smiled helplessly: "You are always so domineering. You don't give me a choice."
"Domineering? Is that so?" Luo Xichen shook his head and held her face in his hands, "I just want you, I don't care about anything else."
Su Wanqing smiled like a child, so warm and innocent, as if all the happiness in the starry sky was stored in her eyes.
Then, her body trembled and she couldn't help it.
Blood poured out of her mouth like a fountain, but she was still smiling, still so happy.
Blood slid from the corner of her mouth to her neck and onto her clothes. She couldn't hold it anymore...
"Wan Qing!" Luo Xichen hugged her and roared, with a look of fear on his face, "Didn't he say seven days? Didn't he say seven days? Today is only the sixth day!"
He watched his lover in his arms gradually bleed, watched her close her eyes little by little, watched the smile on her lips get thicker and thicker, but there was nothing he could do.
"Xichen... when I die, bury me in this icy blue holy lake." She used her last bit of strength and smiled weakly, "That way, I will feel that I am floating in your body forever...
…in the eyes…”
After saying that, her head and hands dropped heavily.
"Wan Qing——" Luo Xichen hugged her body tightly and cried loudly, like a lone wolf that had lost its partner, and the mournful voice echoed throughout the holy lake.
The starlight penetrates to the bottom of the holy lake, and the pair of morning stars lie quietly together, shining with quiet light.
One pink and one blue, the reverse cross of sin, flowing with sorrow.
Luo Xichen held his lover who had stopped breathing, as if in a daze. His world had completely collapsed, and countless fragments pierced his heart, completely mincing the beating thing and making it bloody.
His heart was not good to begin with, and after such a blow, his heart muscle spasmed like never before.
Luo Xichen bent down, his whole face was distorted, and he was horribly pale. He lost the ability to breathe.
Is he... going to die too?
Haha, so, just right.
Suddenly, Luo Xichen felt something hit his back, and then a burst of darkness hit him, and he fainted completely.
Tuo held an anesthesia gun in his hand and stood more than ten meters away, speaking sternly to an old man in his fifties with a beard next to him: "Hurry, time is running out."
He ran over first and spent a lot of effort to get Su Wanqing out of Luo Xichen's arms.
"Tuo, use your blood, she is rapidly declining." The old man with a flower beard ordered.
Tuo pulled out the streamer and cut her wrist. The blood flowed into her mouth like a stream.
Because the old man with the beard helped open Su Wanqing's mouth and opened her esophagus, not a drop of the blood was wasted, and she drank it all.
"Tuo, that's enough. Any more and you will faint." The old man with a flower beard warned, "Leave the rest to me."
"Is my blood really useful?" Tuo still looked anxious.
"Of course, you are an invulnerable medicine master who was personally trained by my Yao Lao. You have antibodies in your blood that can cure all poisons. You can at least save this girl's life. The job of getting rid of the remaining poisons is up to me.
Go back to the hotel quickly."
The old man with white beard was very strong. He picked up Su Wanqing and started to walk out.
"Wait a minute!" Tuo glanced at Luo Xichen, who was still unconscious, stepped forward, took off Su Wanqing's shoes, and placed them on the edge of the lake.