Chapter 373 Uncle Nine Emperors, 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.
However, the way Feng Jiuer looked at him was always strange and unacceptable.
He grabbed her wrist and wanted to say something, but before he opened his mouth, he suddenly spit out another mouthful of blood.
I was so angry that I vomited blood. This was the first time in so many years of my life.
Feng Jiuer 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!
She 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, which made her feel very uncomfortable.
She doesn't want to think about anything now, she just wants him to calm down and stop hurting her body.
Her hand fell on his chest, but felt that it had little effect through his clothes, so she pulled open the skirt of his clothes and put her hand inside.
She put her palm against his heart and used her unique technique to rub it for him bit by bit.
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, immediately lowered his head and backed out, continuing to drive forward.
Feng Jiu'er really didn't know what to think about the stunning Nine Emperors Uncle in front of her. 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 shook his head slightly.
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 also didn't want to see him in pain. Seeing the stunningly beautiful man vomiting blood made her heart hurt inexplicably.
Looking 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 Nine Emperors Uncle in front of him is not a beauty, his beauty despite his illness is something that no beauty in the world can compare to.
This is simply... incredibly beautiful!
The blood stains on his lips actually seemed to embellish his beauty. A little bit of 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 retracted her hand, 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.
The 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 properly control your temper."
Seeing his frown, 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."
The man's face looked slightly better now.
Jiu'er breathed a sigh of relief. He was really helpless. Uncle Jiuhuang's temper was really...well, it's always right to say more nice things.
Just as she 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.
Are she and Uncle Nine Emperors... so close? 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 so casually?
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what do you want from me?" She was a little helpless. Finally, she was forced to lie on his lap, and she actually felt a little sleepy.
"I really made an appointment with everyone tonight to go back to the college for a BBQ. You insist on taking me to the palace. Isn't this setting me up for 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 for no apparent reason.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, don't be so stupid in the future. Don't hurt yourself. Don't do it for anyone."
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..."
Her body was suddenly picked up and held in his arms.
The little palm-sized face was tangled together, the brows 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 not because of anger, but because of an indescribable feeling, which seemed to be exciting and touching.
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 am I a stranger to him when I'm awake, and why can I dream about everything between them after I fall asleep?
What did that Gu worm that once entered her body do to her?
Don't panic, I won't let you worry anymore, definitely not!
