"What do you mean it's just a bowl of blood? Xu Changle, don't you know that this is not a matter of a bowl of blood. It's just like Ling Xiaowan, I don't want to owe you any favors at all!"
Chu Wuyou calmed down and looked at Chang Le with a very indifferent look, his black eyes slightly lightened, giving off an unparalleled aura of being relegated to immortality.
But the look in his eyes was the domineering and bloodthirsty cruelty he used to have as a prince, so cruel that it even hurt his own heart.
The more indifferent he is to Changle, the more painful his heart becomes.
"What me and her? I only know that she and I are different. I owe you so many favors. What's wrong with you oweing me once? I don't care. Today I will take heart blood to treat your illness. You have to treat it.
, it must be treated even if it is not cured!”
After Changle said that, he picked up the jade sword and pointed it at his heart!
At this moment, Chu Wuyou's hand with clear bones had already stretched out, knocked off her sword, his eyes sharpened suddenly, and he shouted angrily at her: "Get out of here! I don't want to see you again!"
You, go away, do you hear me?"
How many times did he have to tell her before she would obey him.
Even if Chu Wuyou told him to get lost, Chang Le knew that he cared about him because his eyes could not deceive.
He looks cold on the surface, but his eyes are full of pity and love for her. The book is right, you can feel whether a person loves you or not.
Now, she can feel that Chu Wuyou loves her.
The more he tells her to get lost, the more it shows that he loves her deeply. Only those who love deeply can feel that he is doing it for her own good.
"Before your disease is cured, if you ask me to leave, I will never leave. If your disease is cured and you are healthy, if you ask me to leave, I will leave immediately!"
Chang Le was also very stubborn, and he raised his eyebrows to grasp the hilt of the sword.
At this time, Chu Wuyou had already shaken the jade sword away with one palm. At the same time, he quickly took out a crystal pink bead from his sleeve.
Then, he pointed the pink bead at Changle: "Start the time bead!"
He just finished speaking, and the time in front of him seemed to have stopped, while Changle was already sitting on the spot, unblinking, her black eyes looking straight ahead, her whole body as if her acupuncture points were being tapped.
And the space around her suddenly stopped, the wind stopped blowing, her hair stopped flying, her crescent-shaped eyebrows looked clear and indifferent, and her black eyes were embedded with bright light.
This is a timing bead that can make time and space stand still. After using it, everything in front of you will stop. The length of time is determined by the person who performs the spell.
People with great ability will be able to meditate for a long time, people with little ability can only meditate for a while, and people with no ability will naturally not be able to use it if they get it. This is the uniqueness of these magic weapons.
Not just anyone can use it at will. You have to have that ability, your mental power reaches a certain level, and your force value is very high.
At this time, Chang Le had calmed down, and Chu Wuyou also sat up, stretched out his snow-white fingers, and slowly touched Chang Le's brow.
He looked at her very tenderly, his eyes full of pity and love. Yes, he rejected her, so now he was left alone to feel sad.
His hands trembled as he stroked Chang Le's hair. He gently lifted her chin, narrowed his eyes and kissed her gently.
After a long time, he left her lips and felt the cool touch on her lips. This taste made him intoxicated.
How could he bear to let such a lovely woman pay for him.