"Wait until she wakes up!" After a long silence, Han Ling said lightly.

For this answer, Han Yazhi didn't say anything, said a yes word softly, and then retreated.

Looking at the woman on the bed, in the unmanned room, her eyes finally turned red.

Pick up her hand and put it to her lips, as if trying to give her a hand.

Why this time?

When he found out his mistake and wanted to ask her for forgiveness?

When he found out that he had gone too far with her, when he realized that he was indeed wrong?

Qing'er, can you hold on?

Hold on until I'm strong enough to protect you? Holding on to your feelings for me?

Han Lingyan suddenly became a little scared.

Never been scared.

It seems that this decision will make him lose the woman, the woman who appears in his dreams every night.

"Han Ling ......"

Duanmu Qing's two eyebrows were tightly twisted, and he shouted unconsciously.

But it made Han Lingyan's heart throb a little.

She just pronounced his name like this, and it made his heart surge.

"I'm here, Qing'er, I'm here!"

Pressing her cold hand against his face, Han Lingyan hurriedly said.

"It hurts!"

whispered softly, but with a hint of nostalgia.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you'll be fine soon." He didn't know what to do, and if he could, he hated to rub her into his own blood.

Quickly took off her coat and quickly got into the quilt, Han Lingyan hugged her into his arms and hugged her tightly: "Qing'er, I'm here, right by your side, don't be afraid!" Shrewd! ”

He knew that when such a situation happened, she would be in special pain.

Even if you are in a coma like this time, you can still feel the pain of being gnawed.

In fact, at this time, Han Lingyan felt that he was also suffering, and the feeling of seeing her suffering but powerless really made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Han Lingxi!" The arm around her waist was suddenly covered by a small soft hand.

Duanmu Qing seemed to have sensed something, knowing that the man she was thinking about was next to her.

For this, Han Lingyan had an indescribable sourness in his heart.

At this time, she was still thinking about herself.

Why do you have to doubt yourself?

What was the purpose of that incident at that time, but did it really matter?

Making that decision was also difficult for her.

Looking back now, that night, the night of their real candles in the cave room, she was actually in pain.

That's why it's so hot, it's a flower that blooms from the soil of pain, and that's why it has the power to burn everything.

Duanmuhe's words, he didn't doubt it at all, because at that moment, he suddenly understood that this woman's feelings for him did not need to be doubted.

At the same time, it was at that time that he knew that he had really fallen into this pit called Duanmu Qing.

Qing'er, if life is only as it was when you first saw it, how good would it be?

At that time, it was our happiest days.

A blue butterfly the size of an egg silently landed on its white, slender fingers.

Corresponding to the butterfly was a blue butterfly tattoo with a demonic glow on the man's hand.

Reaching out and stroking the butterfly's wings, the woman faintly smiled: "I can't imagine that the evil doctor really needs me to reciprocate." ”

The woman in the purple shirt sitting next to her still lowered her head and said nothing.

Master, this is not talking to her.

With a flick of her hand, the butterfly that stopped in her hand flew away in an instant, disappearing into the early nightfall.

"Now it seems that I should be glad that I didn't touch her at that time." Still muttering to herself, the woman's black sleeved robe moved.

"Master, we ...... now"

"Hao Wangfu!" A faint three words were thrown out, without the slightest stagnation.

"Yes!"

The ornate carriage resounded the jingling bells, as if it were an old ballad that had been sung for a long time.

"She's coming." The evil doctor only knocked on the door outside, but did not go inside.

Han Ling's closed eyes suddenly opened and he jumped up from the bed.

The door opened, and the evil doctor only saw Han Lingyan's nervous face: "What about people? “

There was no one in the courtyard of the study except the evil doctor, and the evil doctor smiled: "Only the patient must be here before she can appear, this is her rule, no outsiders." “

"No way!" Han Ling refused without thinking about it, who knows what this night soul has in mind, not to mention that she is still the queen's person.

He couldn't let Qing'er face that weird woman here alone.

"There's no way," the evil doctor didn't look anxious at all, but said lightly, "Then you can only wait for death." “

Before the words fell, a strong Taoist hand was choked around his neck: "Threatening this king? “

The evil doctor was born in the martial arts, and he faced some people who licked blood from the knife edge and exchanged their lives for their lives, and there were countless lives on his hands, and human lives were worthless, even if it was his own life.

Han Lingyan's hand was still on his neck, but his face did not change in the slightest: "Lord Wang, you strangled me to death, that girl's life still can't be saved!" I'm not the one who can save my life. “

"Take me to her!" Han Lingyan's eyes were full of cold color, and his phoenix eyes stared straight at his face.

Who knew that the evil doctor closed his eyes and made it clear that even if he died, it would not be as Han Ling wanted.

With a sneer, Han Ling let go of him and raised his eyebrows: "Don't you want to follow the recipe?" “

This time, the evil doctor shook his head as if he had changed into a different person: "There is really no choice for this. “

Han Lingyan knew that at this point, there was no room for change.

So far, only this night soul has been able to save Duanmu Qing.

Her illness came without warning every time, and she could be in danger at any time.

Although it is indeed dangerous to let Qing'er face the mysterious woman alone, her illness is more worrying in comparison.

"When is she coming?" After deciding one thing, Han Lingxian would not procrastinate, and glancing at the evil doctor, Han Lingxian asked coldly.

"I'm already here, just waiting for the prince and me to go out."

"Good!" Before the good words came out, Han Lingyan grabbed his hand and swept out of the courtyard together.

Looking at his hand on his lifeline, the evil doctor couldn't help but smile bitterly, this King Hao was really as suspicious as rumored by the outside world.

But he didn't know who the woman in the room was.

As soon as he walked out of the courtyard, Han Lingyan beckoned, no need to say anything at all, the people who came over knew what he meant, and soon the courtyard where the study was located was secretly surrounded by a group of men in strong suits who didn't know where to get out.

The gorgeous carriage stopped in the low alley not far from King Hao's mansion, and the bells around the eaves suddenly calmed down, as if someone suddenly pinched the pendant at that moment.

I saw a black shadow fly out of the carriage, and soon disappeared into the night.

When the night soul appeared at the door of Han Lingxi's study, few people could see clearly.

Reaching out and pushing open the door of the study, he turned to the inner room and saw a pale woman on a gorgeous carved bed.

hooked the corners of his mouth, and slowly walked to the bed.

When she had completely appeared in front of the Night Soul, it startled the Night Soul.

It seems that even the heart is beating much faster with the uncontrollable beating.

She! How could it be!

Open your left hand, place it above her face, close her eyes, and the butterfly on the back of her hand seems to be a little bluer.

Night Spirit frowned tightly, the air pressure around her seemed to gradually become low, and the butterflies on the back of her hand became bluer and bluer, almost glowing, and gradually not like a tattoo, but a shiny butterfly jewelry on her hand.

On the other hand, Duanmu Qing's face also became weird.

The blue color of the butterfly seemed to spread into the air, dyeing Duanmu Qing's face with a faint layer of blue.

A little bright bead of sweat gradually came out on his forehead, as if he was struggling with something.

Night Soul's breathing gradually became a little heavy, and when Duanmu Qing's brows twisted, she suddenly opened her eyes, and she didn't know where to take out a small knife, and cut a path in the palm of her left hand without hesitation.

What came out was blue blood!

It seemed to be extremely thick, and that drop of blood did not fall like others, but slid from her palm to Duanmu Qing to her forehead, pulling out a long blood line, a blue blood line.

When the lowest end of the droplet touched his forehead, the other end was still in the wound of the Night Spirit.

The entire palm of his left hand slowly and gently pressed against Duanmu Qing's forehead, and the night soul took a deep breath, and pinched the trick with his right hand, and a cluster of flames was born out of thin air.

The index finger of the right hand directs the flames, stops above the left hand, and quickly pushes down, leaving the left and right hands at the same time.

Finally exhaled a long breath, and didn't make any movements, just looked at Duanmu Qing quietly.

At the place above her forehead where she pressed the blood droplets, a small blue butterfly appeared.

It's exactly the same as the one on the back of the Night Soul's hand.

However, the butterfly was already visible and faded rapidly, and at the same time, the color of the butterfly in the night soul's hand, which was already terrifyingly blue, also dimmed.

When the mark on Duanmu Qing's forehead completely disappeared, the tattoo on the back of the Night Soul's hand also returned to its normal color.

The pent-up feeling in the air was gone, as peaceful as it had been at the beginning.

The lights occasionally jumped, driving the swaying beauty of the room.

Everything seemed to be the same as it had been before the Night Spirit appeared, except that the faces of the people on the bed were no longer pale.

Looking at her face, the Night Spirit fell into deep thought for the first time, this was the first time she had appeared in this world so deep in thought.

By the time she had already had the result in her heart, the person in the bed was slowly opening his eyes.

The first thing Duanmu Qing saw was a woman dressed in black standing in the dark.

With the light on her back, I couldn't tell what her face looked like, but those eyes sparkled, as if I saw the light of hope. 638