The only thing I know is that if I don’t take out the first aid kit and save Master now, Master will really die!
Feng Yexuan will not let them leave, he is an extremely ruthless person.
His heart is made of stone!
Xiaoyao gave him a final look.
The hatred in his eyes gradually faded, disappeared, and disappeared.
At that moment, Feng Yexuan's heart felt as if something had stabbed him hard.
It hurts! It hurts so much that even breathing almost stops!
She hates him, the deepest hatred!
But she is his son!
Why do you only have other men in your heart right now, and you never have any love for him!
What exactly happened to you?
Why do you have no feelings for me at all?
Xiaoyao closed her eyes and wiped away the hatred from her eyes.
Turning around, crawling back to Ye Qingying, she began to take out the items from the Qiankun Chain.
Mats, emergency lights, first aid kit.
He moved Ye Qingying to the mat, put on the handbag, and treated him.
Ye Qingying's vision was blurred. The torture of the poison and Feng Yexuan's severe injuries gradually made his consciousness become blurred.
At that last glance, he saw the calmness in Xiaoyao's eyes.
It was a kind of calm after the storm.
A kind of deathly calm.
He wanted to reach out, hold her hand, and tell her that, in fact, all of this shouldn't be like this.
He wanted to tell her that if he died, he would return to Prince Xuan. Only Prince Xuan could protect her.
Be careful of Yu Linglong, be careful of the royal family, be careful of everyone who has ulterior motives for you.
But he didn't have the strength to speak, and the hand he raised slightly fell down as his consciousness disappeared.
Xiaoyao, if you can be relaxed and happy for the rest of your life by being Xiaoyao, then just be Xiaoyao forever.
Leave all this and go to a place where there are no intrigues or intrigues.
You don’t need to take any responsibility or bear anything, just carry your Qiankun Chain and live a life of ease and ease.
In fact, you prefer that kind of life, don't you?
Master, I understand you, but I may not be able to accompany you...
At night, it gets colder and colder.
Yuxing Dingchen stood behind Feng Yexuan, dozens of steps away, watching the drizzle slowly start to drift. Yuxing just sent the umbrella over and didn't bother him anymore.
Xiaoyao didn't know when the rain started, let alone when the rain stopped splashing on her body.
Now, in her heart, she only has Ye Qingying.
The wound is not very deep, but it is very long.
This kind of wound was not fatal at first, but it bled very much.
If no one treats the wound, as time goes by, he will definitely die from excessive blood loss.
The wound was easy to bandage, but Ye Qingying had been tortured by poison before, and was hit by Feng Yexuan's palm.
Now, there is another sword wound.
Under all kinds of hardships, he passed out and fell into unconsciousness.
Finally, Xiaoyao finished the last thing and bandaged the wound thoroughly.
Before she could stand up, she suddenly felt her wrists tighten and her whole body being pulled up.
"you……"
"Take him back." Feng Yexuan said coldly.
"Yes." Yu Xing and Dingchen quickly came over and helped the unconscious Ye Qingying up.
"Don't touch my master!" Xiaoyao wanted to chase after him.
But his wrist was tightly held by Feng Yexuan.
"How long are you going to hide for?"
He narrowed his eyes and stared at the slender wrist he grabbed.
On her wrist, she wore a very wide fabric jewelry, which blocked a large part of her wrist.
Feng Yexuan's eyes darkened, and suddenly, his fingers tightened.
