Chapter 373 Uncle Jiuhuang, I don't want you to die
Whether he was sad or angry, Zhan Qingcheng didn't know, and he never cared about these small details. But
, the way Feng Jiuer looked at him was always strange and unacceptable. He
He grabbed her wrist and wanted to say something, but before he opened his mouth, he suddenly spit out another mouthful of blood.
He was so angry that he vomited blood. This was the first time in all his life. Feng
Jiu'er didn't know what he had done. Calling him Lord Nine made him so angry that he vomited blood three times!
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what do you want from me? I'll listen to you, okay?" His health is actually really bad. I took his pulse just now and realized that his pulse is so strange! Ming!
Ming was not that familiar with him, but when she saw him vomiting blood, Feng Jiuer's heart felt as if something had hit her hard several times. She felt very uncomfortable.
I don't want to think about anything now, I just want him to calm down and stop hurting his body.
The hand fell on his chest, but felt that it had little effect through the clothes, so he pulled open the skirt of his clothes and put his hand inside.
Her heart was close to the door of his heart, and she rubbed it for him bit by bit with her unique technique.
There is a little bit of zhenqi in the palm of his hand. This zhenqi is not meant to help him move his skills. After all, the ninth prince's skills are too powerful and domineering. Feng Jiuer's little bit of zhenqi that he cannot control will not have any effect on him.
effect.
This infuriating energy and palm power are just to soothe his restless and angry heart and help him calm down quickly.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, is your chest still tight now? Is it feeling better?" Zhan
Qingcheng said nothing, but glanced at Yu Jingfeng. Yu
Jingfeng panicked and immediately lowered his head and backed out, continuing to drive. Feng
Jiu'er really didn't know what to think about the stunning Nine Emperors Uncle in front of him. Fortunately, after he stopped vomiting blood, his complexion recovered a little. "
Uncle Nine Emperors, is it okay to rub with such force?" Her five fingers were on his acupuncture points, massaging him to relax his blood: "Is your chest still tight?"
Zhan Qingcheng still didn't speak, but gently shook his head. Feng
Jiuer finally breathed a sigh of relief. The blood in his chest was boiling just now, and the depression was tangled in his chest. If the blood in his chest was not rubbed away as soon as possible, he might vomit blood again.
She didn't want to see him in pain. Seeing the stunningly beautiful man vomiting blood made her heart hurt inexplicably.
When I looked up, I saw that his lips were still stained with scarlet blood, but...how could it look so good?
Feng Jiuer finally understood why people in ancient times said that sick beauties are irresistibly beautiful!
Although the Uncle Nine Emperors in front of him is not a beauty, his beauty despite his illness is something that no beauty in the world can compare with.
This is simply... incredibly beautiful!
The blood stains on his lips actually seemed to embellish his beauty. A little frailty in his fortitude could kill all the beauty in the world in an instant!
It's so beautiful, like a painting, it's really so beautiful that it's so beautiful that people can't describe it in words.
Feng Jiuer just stared at him blankly, her hands still on his chest, but she had forgotten to massage him gently.
I don't know how long it took, but the carriage bumped and Feng Jiuer suddenly woke up.
Looking up again, the beautiful man looked down at himself, his eyes a little complicated.
And she... was still pressing her hand on his chest, but she was staring at his lips that were getting redder and more beautiful after being stained with blood, and her eyes were wide open! "
Me!" Feng Jiuer suddenly took her hand back, her little face flushed red.
"What are you looking at?" He raised his hand and wiped it casually, but the blood stains were not wiped clean.
But Feng Jiuer really didn't dare to look at it. If she looked at it again, she was afraid that she would have random thoughts again.
She quickly took out something and wiped it with him, then looked at him again and said, "How are you doing? Are you still feeling uncomfortable now?"
Zhan Qingcheng just didn't speak. Faced with such a boring gourd, Feng Jiuer didn't know what to do.
My fingertips fell on his pulse again. Although the pulse was still not that good, it was at least better than before. "
Uncle Nine Emperors, your current physical condition is indeed not that good. It is not appropriate to get angry. In the future, you must control your temper appropriately." See you.
His brows furrowed slightly, and Feng Jiuer immediately changed her words and said, "What I mean is that I will control my temper in the future and not make you unhappy." Male
The person's face looked a little better now. 9
I breathed a sigh of relief, but I was really helpless. Uncle Nine Emperors' temper was really...well, it's always right to say more nice things.
Just as he was about to get up, he pulled her back again, and she fell directly onto his lap like before.
Feng Jiuer put her hands on his thighs to prevent her body from directly pressing on him, but she still felt a little embarrassed. She
Are you so close to Uncle Nine Emperors? What does this guy mean?
If she wasn't afraid that he would vomit blood again, she would definitely run away. How could she be bullied by a man casually?
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what do you want from me?" She was a little helpless. In the end, she was forced to lie on his lap, and she actually felt a little sleepy. "
I really made an appointment with everyone in the evening to go back to the college for a BBQ in the back mountain. If you insist on taking me to the palace, isn't this trapping me in an injustice?"
The man beside him remained silent. Feng Jiuer lay on his lap, but she felt more and more sleepy.
Unknowingly, my consciousness became hazy, but in this confusion, some fragments emerged in my head inexplicably. "
Uncle Nine Emperors, don’t be so stupid in the future, don’t hurt yourself, and don’t do it for anyone else.”
Her voice was a bit hoarse and obviously nasal, and her slender body trembled slightly, as if she remembered something terrible.
"Don't hurt Uncle Nine Emperors, no! You bastard, I will fight with you!"
"I...tried my best...don't hurt Uncle Nine Emperors, don't..."
"Uncle Nine Emperors, go quickly, leave me alone, don't come here, this is a trap, it's a trap! Don't... Wuwu, Uncle Nine Emperors, don't die... I want you to live..." She
Suddenly someone picked her up and held her in his arms.
The little palm-sized face was tangled together, the eyebrows were furrowed, and two panicked tears fell from the corners of the eyes.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, don't die, I don't want you to die, Uncle Nine Emperors..." Zhan
Qingcheng's heart was shaken, but this time, it was definitely not because of anger, but an indescribable feeling that seemed excited and moved.
He raised his fingers and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Looking at this little girl who was still frightened for him in her dream, his eyes finally softened.
Why is he a stranger to him when he is awake? Why can he dream about every moment between them after falling asleep? Then
What did the poisonous insects that once entered her body do to her? Don't
Panic, I will not let you be afraid again, definitely not!
