Chapter Seventy-Two: Dull and Desolate

"Uh-huh...... It's all my fault... I'm all the one who caused it. ”

The self-blame and remorse over and over again made her want to hurt herself, looking at Mengwu's smiling face, her heartache was even more raging, as if it was broken!

"Lady...... Don't cry, it's okay for your husband... True...... It's really okay, hmm... Hmm..."

After saying a few words, the blood continued to flow down the corners of his mouth, and with each word, he would shed more, and his face became more and more bloodless, and his internal organs were as dull as if they had been crushed by stones, and his heart was painful.

"Don't talk about it, stop talking...... Woohoo......"

Desperately reached out to cover his mouth, trying to stop him from vomiting more blood, but his hands were stained with his blood, and he shrank back in horror, but covered it again.

shook his head blankly, but threw out a large number of tears of despair.

What should she do, what should she do ...

"Lady...... I probably won't... Well...... That's fine... In my life, I have been absurd in the world, and I have survived for a long time... For the playthings of countless people...... Well...... Luck...... Fortunately, I met the lady... Let me know what happiness is, it turns out ...... It turns out that I also have someone to love... Someone pities it...... This... That's enough... I have no regrets in this life...... Heh..."

It took a long time to finish speaking, and his breath gradually weakened.

"Don't say it, don't say it, please, I love you...... You are my man, my husband, I have no regrets when I met you in this life, I hate myself for being one step late, I didn't meet earlier... I'm sorry...... It's my fault, it's my fault. ”

Looking at her with a smile and tracing her face between your fingers.

“… Wife...... Treat Die'er well, he has the same miserable fate as me...... I'm tired...... Think... Sleep ......."

But the voice gradually weakened, and finally the hand that touched her cheek fell weakly, and her eyes were closed, and the corners of her mouth were still with a satisfied smile.

"No......... Dream Dance... Ah............h

"Brother......

Two screams pierced the sky and spread to every corner of the house.

The mournful cry even the heavens were outraged, and a "boom" thunderclap sounded.

It rained heavily in the sky, and the rain fell on the earth furiously, washing away the filth and filth of the soul.

In the back garden of Fuzhong, in a forest of osmanthus flowers.

A man in red knelt there remorsefully, letting the rain wash away, feeling infinitely guilty and lost in his heart.

He didn't understand how things had come to this, why they had happened, why he hadn't controlled his thoughts... He killed the person she loved...

She... You'll never forgive him in this life, will you?

His eyes were filled with sadness, and he looked at his hands weakly.

The heavy rain washed away his hands and made his hands look very white and slender, but it was these hands that killed the person she loved, and almost killed her!

He almost killed the woman he loved, and he fell weakly, his eyes became gloomy, and his heart burned with endless sadness.

When Bai Fan came back, he saw such a scene, the red-clothed Ye Xuange knelt there in despair, as if he had lost the meaning of life.

And Mengdie cried loudly, her eyes were full of sadness, and her mouth kept shouting.

"Brother Dream Dance...... Brother Mengwu wake up, don't sleep ......"

And Qiqi is sitting on the ground with Mengwu's body in her arms, her eyes are no longer intersecting, letting the rain beat mercilessly, like a rag doll, just her hands tightly hugging the body of the person in her arms, as if that is everything to her.

The incredulous Bai Yan suddenly panicked, and gestured to the family behind him, and the subordinates were busy and went to carry Mengwu's body.

"Get out! Don't touch him! ”

The emotionless voice was not big or small, but it came into the ears of everyone present, and the voice was calm and low like never before, and it was even more irresistible!

"Poignant... Let's take him into the house first, and let the doctor see it, maybe ......."

Bai Yan, who couldn't bear it, stepped forward to hug her, and the next person carried her away.

Seeing Bai Fen, her eyes seemed to have regained some sense, but they were immediately filled with sadness, and tears flowed mercilessly with rain.

"Sad...... Don't be like this, you still have me, and Butterfly... Don't you care? ”

Hearing this, she looked up at him, the moistness in her eyes reflected the white figure, and her eyes were bleak and colorless.

Seeing her so white, it was even more heartbroken, and he hugged her body weakly.

"Lady..."

The grief-stricken Mengdie also stood up weakly, tugging at her sleeve.

Hearing this call, her tears slipped down again, and then she buried her emotions and pulled out a far-fetched smile weakly.

"I'm fine, let's go see him first..."

The three of them supported each other and paced forward, but when they passed by Ye Xuange, who was kneeling on the ground, she paused.

"You go first!"

There was another condensation, and then he let go of the hands of the two of them.

Bai Fan glanced at Ye Xuange, nodded his head, helped Mengdie, and left first.

didn't look at the person kneeling on the ground, but was silent for a long time, the two of them just stood so sadly, one kneeling regretfully...

"Let's go!"

After a long time, she opened her mouth slightly, but although the words were soft, they were also so ruthless.

His heart fell to the bottom in an instant, falling into eternal hell, the cold rain was not as cold as his heart at the moment, and all the ruthlessness in the world could not withstand her emotionless whisper.

She chased him away, she didn't want him anymore, between them... In it is impossible to do so...

"I'm sorry..."

There was endless bitterness spreading at the corners of his mouth, and he had a lot to say, but in the end, he was only powerless to say these three words.

"Night Mystery Song... I love you, but I love them too, and you don't understand what they mean to me, so to speak... Without them, I wouldn't be where I am now. Without him, I would have died a long time ago, and he is not only a lover to me, but also a loved one and a savior. But because of you, he was... I love you, and I won't forgive you either, so let's go! I don't want to see you again. ”

"No, don't drive me away, I can't live without you, I'm here for you, I love you, I ...... I didn't mean to, I really ...... I'm sorry, but you can do whatever I want... Please, don't drive me away. ”

Holding her legs with trembling hands, kneeling at her feet, he was willing to do everything for her, even if he died, he had no regrets, but he couldn't do without her, without her day and night, he was like a walking corpse, soulless.

His eyes were desolate and he glanced at the red under him, like the eternal and undefeated Manzhu Sawa in the underworld of hell.

A man who used to be so high up at this time knelt at her feet and prayed so embarrassed, and he couldn't tell what mood he felt.

Although she was distressed, another pain from the bottom of her heart invaded her brain and made her unable to cover her heart.

She couldn't hate him because she loved him, but he killed Dream Dance again.

"You go, I really don't want to see you again, seeing you will only make me miserable!"

After speaking, he shook off his hand without hesitation and left ruthlessly.

She walked resolutely, and she walked simply, without a trace of nostalgia.

It's as if they didn't have anything to do with each other, they've never known each other.

"Seven Sons ......"

His hands hung down weakly, and the person in front of him never looked back at him for half a minute.

That affectionate call, with the beating of the heavy rain, buried away.

Kneeling there miserably, he smiled weakly, laughing at God's injustice, laughing at God's foolishness, and laughing at his own life.

He... Being alive is nothing more than a joke.

This rain has been falling for a long time, and the whole sky is dark and boundless, just like the mood of many people, dull, powerless, but also desolate.

When they returned to the room, many people were gathered around the bed, staring nervously at the doctor who was sitting on the side of the bed to diagnose the pulse, even Yan Chen, Yan Bo, and Hui Qiaohui were also waiting.

The doctor was an old man of fifty or sixty years old, with a long beard and kind eyes, and he was observing his pulse without blinking.

When everyone saw her coming, they all made way for her.

Seeing this, she didn't react, and her eyes were fixed on the person on the bed.

Meng Wu's face was pale, and she didn't even have the ups and downs of wheezing, obviously ......

But she still looked at the doctor hopefully, walked up to the old man and knelt down.

"Please, no matter what the cost, cure him, please..."

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed his head, and the old man who had not yet finished diagnosing his pulse was so frightened that he hurriedly helped her up.

"No, no...... The old man tried his best, the young lady should not be anxious, and the old man would not know until he finished the diagnosis. ”

Bai Yan and Mengdie beside her hurriedly pulled her up.

"Poo, let the doctor check the pulse first."

Bai Yan held her soft hard and said calmly.

"Lady, maybe Brother Mengwu can still be saved, don't worry, let the doctor take a look."

The wrist was hugged by Mengdie, with a sad expression, and the words he said seemed to be calm, but in that voice, there was sadness and trembling, betraying his nervous heart.

Standing aside, she had to wait silently, her eyelashes trembled, and she lowered her head and shed some tears.

As long as she saw that the person next to her pillow who had been with her on the bed for several months had become motionless and lying there, her heart ached and could not be recovered, and she wished that she was the one lying on the bed.

Thinking about it like this, the self-blame in my heart began to spread again, all blamed on her, blamed her for being in the twilight, saw one and loved the other, blamed her for not protecting him well, but she couldn't avenge him...

Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails were clasped deep into her palms, and blood was dripping down her palms, the only way to relieve the pain in her heart.

In the middle of the sound, the doctor let go of Mengwu's wrist, stroked his beard, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and shook his head weakly.

looked up at a few people and sighed helplessly.

"Doctor...... He...... Is there any salvation? ”

Seeing the old man's expression, her heart fell to the bottom, but she still asked without giving up.

"Hey...... He's so badly wounded, he's been severely wounded, he's lost too much blood, I'm afraid..."

After seeing him finish speaking, Qiqi felt his brain flickering, and he couldn't accept the fact and fainted, so he was busy being supported by Bai Fan behind him so that he didn't fall.

"Poignant..."

Bai Yan called weakly, and his eyes were full of heavy worry.

He shook his head, held his body and cried in despair.