"Master!"

"Everything has a cycle of cause and effect, if the donor does not pay for it with blood, how can he ensure that woman's body is not corrupted?"

"But after all, the master is the king of a country, and he consumed nearly half of the blood in his body in more than a month, and donated blood for the second time before he could nourish his body... Master Kongyin, this is harmful to the emperor's body..."

Kong Yin shook his head and sighed, "The old man is just following the donor's wishes. ”

The water in the pool is black, and with the red blood blending in, the color in the pool becomes even deeper.

Qiu Yang didn't know why every time the emperor came here, Kongyin would let his master use his own blood to fill more than half of this small pool.

He wanted to ask many times, but the master didn't speak, and he couldn't speak.

Sometimes he suspects that this void is pretending to be mysterious, and that he is a fake monk, but when he knows that the one in the imperial study, months have passed, and the body is still alive....

He believed that Kongyin really had that ability...

It's just that if there is anything that can't be said directly, I have to let the master come here once a month and donate most of his blood.

And the master, every time he didn't refuse, seeing the long bloody mouth on his wrist, the joy of the blood flowing outward, he felt a suffocating throbbing pain in his heart, what is the pain of the master...

When the time was up, Qiu Yang didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly found gauze to stop the wound of the pale and crumbling emperor.

"Your Majesty, do you feel any discomfort?"

Feng Jiuqing stood firm in front of him, looking at the emptiness in front of him, he smiled slightly: "Master, it's hard work." ”

"The saddest thing for men in the world is their own love. This benefactor, since he has love in his heart, why bother so much and deliberate. ”

The man's straight body trembled hard, and his hands under the brocade robe trembled slightly, and in the end he didn't say anything, just turned away.

It took a long time to hear his hoarse voice, which sounded slowly: "In the lower position, everything is involuntarily. If he wasn't the emperor of this Feng country, he would have no desires, he would be by her side wholeheartedly, accompany her to the ends of the world, and be a pair of human partners that everyone envies.

"I hate men the most, donor, I'm afraid that the person you are looking forward to will wake up in the future, and I'm afraid that the person will leave the soul."

"Master?"

Feng Jiuqing looked back at him.

Master Kongyin shook his head and nodded: "Ling'er has arranged the wing, and the two donors please move." ”

None of the words of Master Kongyin were full of meaning, Feng Jiuqing wanted to continue to ask, but he knew that he was offended, he always pointed to the end, and never said much.

His handsome face turned a little pale, and he remembered the woman he had carefully guarded in the secret room, she had just fallen asleep, and one day she would wake up.

But the master told him that the people are gone, and the soul is gone...

"Your Majesty, my subordinates will help you go to the wing room to rest."

He thought that he had always been cautious and meticulous, and he would never make a mistake, Feng Jiuqing lowered the anxiety and suspicion that swelled up faintly on his eyebrows, glanced at the back of the empty leave, and finally his eyes were dark, and he fell.

"Your Majesty!"

Qiu Yang was shocked, hurriedly supported him, and quickly carried him to the side room.

The emperor lost so much blood at once, coupled with the busyness of the Japanese government in recent times, no matter how good his body is, he was distressed and helpless, so he could only put him on the bed, staring at his face as white as paper, and looked away uncomfortably.