Now that Yuan An has suddenly become the leader of the half-sided alliance, it is already surprising, if he becomes Yang Shu's friend again, or even becomes an existence that can influence Yang Shu to decide to cooperate with the Song family directly because of Zhao Yuan'er, it is really difficult for Zhao Yuan'er to imagine.

Song Yuexin also thought of this, and compared to Zhao Yuan'er, he didn't want Yuan'an to have other identities that he didn't know or even couldn't catch up with, so he subconsciously didn't want to delve into it, and quickly changed the topic, "By the way, what did Yuan'an say on the phone?"

Zhao Yuan'er paused and said, "He told me that he would go to the Sword Conference, so let me wait with peace of mind." ”

"Really?" Song Yuexin was very surprised, "He really said that?"

"Hmm. Zhao Yuan'er nodded, but there was no excitement on Song Yuexin's face.

"Great. Song Yuexin got up and walked around the house, and held Zhao Yuan'er's hand uncontrollably, "Yuan'er, great, only one champion is missing, one honor that is better than half of the alliance leader, and we can get married." ”

"Yuexin. Zhao Yuan'er lowered her head, and she couldn't see clearly for a while.

"What's wrong?" Song Yuexin took a step back and looked at her strangely, "You're not happy?"

Zhao Yuan'er didn't answer, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly, "What if...... What if my brother is very good? What if you can't beat him?"

She is not stupid, since she knew that Yuan An participated in the competition, she searched a lot of videos about Yuan An to watch. After reading it, the only feeling was that Yuan An was really strong and strong, so strong that she couldn't imagine that he would lose.

Song Yuexin has competed with him so many times, and there is no chance of winning at all, even if Yuan An agrees to participate this time. What if he can't win again?

Song Yuexin is so happy looking forward to the championship this time, if he is disappointed again, what should he do?

Zhao Yuan'er sat on the hospital bed, her sleeves were clutched with her two hands, she lowered her head, and she didn't dare to look at Song Yuexin's expression at this time.

"Kites. Song Yuexin squatted down, let Zhao Yuan'er look at herself, and asked seriously, "Don't you believe me?"

"No, I'm not, I'm just ......" Zhao Yuan'er explained anxiously, but she didn't know what to say.

Song Yuexin said: "If you believe me, that's enough." He said with a wry smile, and said unwillingly but helplessly, "If it is really defeated in his hands, it is fate." I...... I admit it!"

Zhao Yuan'er looked at his face full of grief, and her heart was so painful that she couldn't extricate herself, "Yuexin, no, you will definitely win." ”

"Really?" Song Yuexin looked up, looking at her eyes full of hope.

"Hmm. Zhao Yuan'er nodded heavily, "Yes." She paused, then whispered again, "It will." ”

"Thank you, Kite. didn't say anything to thank her, Song Yuexin just hugged her into her arms with a touched face.

After Song Yuexin left, Zhao Yuan'er, who had been reluctant to go out, sat on the hospital bed for a while, stared at the food brought by Song Yuexin for a while, and finally made up her mind, changed her clothes and left the ward.

In some cold weather, despite wearing a thick coat, Zhao Yuan'er's body still looked thin and thin. Song Yuexin stood behind the gate of the hospital and looked at her back as she left, and there was no joy on her face.

"I'm sorry, Kite. He whispered, "I just, I wanted to win so much." ”

The place where Zhao Yuan'er went was the Holy Gate, the place where her childhood remained.

Zhao Congyu received her very warmly, saying that although the master was gone, this would always be her home, and she could come back whenever she wanted.

Zhao Yuan'er smiled bitterly, her current mood really didn't have the strength to be polite.

Zhao Congyu also found out, so he put away this kind set, "Iris, I haven't seen you for many years, and I suddenly came to find my senior brother this time, but what senior brother can help?"

Zhao Yuan'er pursed her lips and asked, "Senior Brother Zhao, I know that you are very powerful, and my father often praised you when he was alive." ”

Zhao Congyu smiled politely, "That's the master's award." ”

No matter how much psychological construction has been done when she came, Zhao Yuan'er gritted her teeth and asked directly: "You have a lot of things that I have always thought are amazing, so I want to ask, is there anything that can make people's hands and feet sore, but they will not be hurt?" After she finished speaking, she saw Zhao Congyu looking at her with a smile, and explained with a little weakness, "I ...... I want to use it for self-defense. ”

Zhao Congyu didn't expose her, if it was just a self-defense thing, why would he consider whether the other party would be harmed. is still in a kind and kind tone, "You don't have to be polite, you don't have to be polite, this thing is naturally there." It's said that the senior brother didn't think it through, and for your safety, he should have taken the initiative to prepare these for you. ”

Zhao Yuan'er shook her head, and said with some uncertainty, "No...... No, it doesn't matter. ”

Zhao Congyu smiled: "You have been a sensible child since you were a child. Then she was given a delicate and small porcelain vase, "It's just some very ordinary things, and the kite just has to take it." ”

Zhao Yuan'er stretched out her hand to take it and asked, "Will it be noticed?"

"Colorless and odorless. Seeing that she was still hesitant, Zhao Congyu added, "It won't hurt the body." ”

Zhao Yuan'er clutched the porcelain bottle in her hand tightly with both hands, and her steps were vague when she left, as if she had not recovered from a serious illness.

Song Yuexin walked out from behind the screen, "That's okay?"

Zhao Congyu raised his hand and handed him the teacup that had been on the sandalwood table for an unknown amount of time, and after letting him drink it, he nodded at the center of his eyebrows, "That's okay." ”

Song Yuexin rubbed her eyebrows, "So troublesome?"

"Heh, even if Yuan An doesn't know how to do spiritual arts, he is not an ordinary person. Zhao Congyu said, "The things that Kite took alone are useless to him." ”

Song Yuexin was puzzled, "That's ......"

"Add you this, it's useful. Zhao Congyu said, "These two are indispensable, he first touches the kite's hand, and then he is influenced by you when he is on the field, isn't this the right time?"

"Okay, just right!" Song Yuexin nodded again and again, if Yuan'an slowly attacked in the middle of the game, he took the opportunity to solve the person and win the final victory, unknowingly, perfect.

That's right, Song Yuexin never thought that he could win Yuan An with his own ability from the beginning, he had already understood that Yuan An had become the peak that he couldn't climb, so at the beginning he was thinking about other means.

Zhao Yuan'er just walked out of the Holy Gate, and her heart suddenly hurt fiercely, and the sudden palpitations made her feel sick to her stomach, and she ran to the side of the trash can and vomited.

Finally vomited into her stomach and there was nothing in her stomach, she covered her heart and eased up, tears suddenly flowed down without warning, "Dad, I'm sorry!"

This feeling of panic and shame is exactly the same as when her father reprimanded her. Somehow, Zhao Yuan'er always had a feeling, as if Zhao Qianzi was standing in front of her, looking at her with disappointment and sadness.

After a period of preparation, the Sword Tournament is finally about to begin.

Zhao Yuan'er carefully prepared some meals and invited Yuan An to come to the house for dinner.

When Yuan An arrived, she personally greeted her outside the door.

"Why did you come out?" Yuan An held her up in a weak way, "It's windy outside." ”

"I'm fine. Zhao Yuan'er's face was pale, and she didn't need to deliberately disguise herself, she was already terminally ill.

Yuan An sighed softly, "Iris, are you okay?"

"It's fine. Zhao Yuan'er smiled and said, "Brother, the doctors said that I was much better during this time, and I was specially allowed to be discharged from the hospital for a period of time." Besides, you're about to participate in the competition, I've checked it on the Internet, this is a very important competition, I must personally cheer you on. ”

didn't care about the many unreasonableness in the words, Yuan An just smiled and said, "Thank you, brother is very grateful." ”

"Brother, you sit here and wait for a while. Zhao Yuan'er pointed to the kitchen, "It's ready to eat soon, and the last soup, I'll serve it." ”

"Good. Yuan An sat down according to his words, looking at her back as she left in a hurry, and her eyes gradually sank.

Song Yuexin made so much effort to let him participate in the Sword Conference, it was impossible to achieve the goal. Song Yuexin's goal is to win, but Song Yuexin himself knows that he can't win.

So...... Yuan An sighed softly, my silly girl, what request did you agree to him to do this?

The soup in the bowl is still steaming hot and fragrant. This soup was indeed boiled by Zhao Yuan'er herself. Perhaps because of guilt, from the selection of ingredients to the boiling of soup, the bowl of soup she cooked for Yuan An was as careful and careful as every previous cooking.

She took out the porcelain bottle and tried to pull out the cork, but her hand suddenly trembled violently. Zhao Yuan'er gritted her teeth and finally opened the bottle, pouring out a few drops of colorless and odorless transparent liquid from it. She watched as the droplet-like thing melted into the soup, as if she had finally removed a sharp stone from her heart, and breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before she could pick up the soup, there was a sudden intense pain in her heart, and Zhao Yuan'er screamed miserably, grabbed the clothes on her chest and fainted to the ground.

"Iris?" Yuan An, who heard the movement, hurriedly rushed into the kitchen, and saw Zhao Yuan Er lying on the ground with a painful but silent face, and a porcelain bottle rolled out of her hand and hit Yuan An's feet.

Yuan An looked at the porcelain vase and the soup it contained, and was stunned for a moment, then focused on Zhao Yuan'er.

He tried it under her nose with some eagerness, and while he was still breathing, he calmed down and dialed the ambulance number.

The soup was steaming with wisps of heat, and those mist passed through Yuan'an's nose without wind.

It's still Haitian Hospital, but it's not the ward where Zhao Yuaner has been living.

Zhao Yuan'er was lying on the hospital bed, and the nurse who was in charge of taking care of her was sorting out the quilt for her.

Yuan An leaned against the window with his hands crossed, and his expression was dark and uncertain in the backlight.

The director of Haitian Hospital knocked on the door and said apologetically: "There is still no conclusion about the cause of her sudden coma. ”

Yuan An asked, "What about the others?"

Knowing what he was asking, the young dean replied, "Putting the coma aside, you can rest assured that Miss Zhao is in good health." ”

"That's good. ”