8. To live

"What reason do you have for me not to kill you?" General Han Yujue raised his eyebrows, revealing an unpredictable look in Han Moyu.

The thin wound on Han Moyu's neck was still bleeding. Han Yujue's swordsmanship was just right, not only avoiding the arteries and blood vessels, so as not to kill Han Moyu immediately, but also hurting Han Moyu, making her neck flow blood slowly.

If nothing is done, after a few hours, the child in front of him will die of blood loss. General Han Yujue looked at the thin and delicate child in front of him and frowned slightly.

When did he become like this? Why would he, who is known for his merciful swordsmanship and ruthlessness, actually do such cruel hands to a child? Unexpectedly, he cut his delicate neck like this, letting the blood slowly flow out little by little, and making this fresh life dim a little bit.

Since you want to start, why don't you kill him with a sword? If you don't want to kill this child, why did you leave such a fatal scar on his neck? No, that's not his style of Han Yujue!

Han Moyu pondered for a moment and denied Liangming's identity as a plan to survive, because, when her mother Ning Rouge angrily ordered someone to drag her out, she no longer dared to have any extravagant hopes.

She forced her composure, but her face couldn't hide her horror, she guessed that Han Yujue should also like all big people, like other people's flattery, so she said: "My lord, please forgive the slave for being confused for a while!" The minions didn't know that these flowers were so important to you, my lord! The branches and leaves of these flowers are destroyed, but the roots are still there. The slave is willing to atone for his sins. Bring these mandala flowers back to life. If not, it will not be too late for you to take my life. ”

She glanced at General Han Yujue expectantly, wanting to see his expression clearly; She felt that even if she could delay for a moment, it would be better to delay for a moment longer. She spoke coldly, but she was still afraid of death. At least, you can't die like this!

Han Yujue smiled slightly, and suddenly withdrew the sword into the scabbard. He turned to leave, and before leaving, he said, "Okay, General Ben will give you another chance." I'll find someone to help you heal. ”

"General Xie!" Han Mo cried with joy.

General Han Yujue had a cold face. Turn away.

Han Moyu looked at the back of General Han Yujue. A long sigh of relief. She looked down and saw that the shirt on her chest had been stained red with blood.

After General Han Yujue disappeared, Han Moyu calmed down. She leaned against the trees and felt a dizzy feeling in her head. It almost made her fall.

It was already dark. She couldn't open her eyes a little. Staggered towards his quarters. I don't know how long I walked. She stepped into a yard, someone screamed, and ran away. She didn't see the person in front of her. He took a few more steps against the stone wall, panting.

She felt as if her heart was beating slower, and her eyelids were fighting. A strange sensation came from her body, accompanied by a sense of powerlessness. She felt that what was in front of her was getting more and more blurry.

She smiled suddenly, and slowly slid down the pillar and sat down on the ground, leaning crookedly against the pillar. In her daze, she heard the sound of noisy footsteps and the exclamations of people. She felt her body being picked up by someone, and the feeling of her body being in the air made her a little dizzy.

"Ink, ink!" Han Moyu vaguely seemed to hear someone calling her in her ear, and she tried to open her eyes, but gradually fell into deeper vertigo...... Fragmented pictures and vague figures were churning in her mind......

Han Changyu stretched out his hand to press the wound on Han Moyu's neck, and anxiously shouted Han Moyu's name. But Han Moyu opened his blank eyes and closed them again. The doctor came in a hurry, and Han Changyu hurriedly stood up and gave way to the doctor.

The doctor quickly found the bleeding point, he took the needle and thread in the medicine boy's hand, carefully stitched up the wound on Han Moyu's neck, and took the medicine powder, which was finely sprinkled with the wound on Han Moyu's neck. Finally, he took out the white gauze and gently wrapped it around Han Moyu's neck layer by layer.

After the doctor finished this qiē, he took the towel and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, then got up and said to Han Changyu, "The bleeding point of the wound has stopped. But Young Master Moyu lost too much blood, and whether he can escape this catastrophe depends on his creation. ”

After Han Chang sent the doctor away, he sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Han Moyu's face as pale as snow. This child has suffered too many sins. What kind of person would treat a child like this?

Han Changyu thought back to the thin scar on Han Moyu's neck, which didn't seem to be immediately fatal, but it was extremely dangerous. Who did such superb swordsmanship? Could it be that it was the poisonous hand sent by the mother? Han Changyu frowned and shook his head slightly.

No, it won't. Tiger poison doesn't eat children, and as a mother, what reason do you have to hurt your children again and again? …… Perhaps, Han Moyu is really not my mother's biological son, not my own brother, as rumored?

Han Changyu's gaze swept to Han Moyu's delicate and somewhat unreal face. With such beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, bright teeth and red lips, although he is a little less heroic and domineering than his father, he looks closely and looks like him by eight points. Han Changyu looked at Han Moyu's face, and gradually became a little confused.

He sighed and turned his head away. This child does not have half of his mother's cold and gorgeous body, but the more he looks at it, the more he is confused by a kind of delicate beauty that is revealed, and it inadvertently makes people lose their minds.

Han Changyu couldn't help but glance at Han Moyu again, and suddenly felt a little crazy. That kind of madness was pressed to the bottom of his heart, but he screamed like a trapped beast that had lost his mind, and he was rampage in his heart, trying to break through the precarious cage.

Han Changyu shook his head vigorously, put down Han Moyu and stood up, taking a deep breath. At that time, a strange thought suddenly burst into his mind, he was so desperate that this child was not his mother's biological son, or even his father's, it was really like the rumor, he picked it up from nowhere.

This thought was so intense that he couldn't calm down for a long time. But when he stood up and looked at Han Moyu's face that was extremely similar to his father, he was a little disappointed. (To be continued......)