"You haven't said it yet, okay?" Nangong Yehua swallowed these words with difficulty.

Due to the rapid drop in body temperature due to excessive blood loss, his face was as pale as a white paper, and the scarlet liquid continued to flow out of his chest, as fast as a spring.

He didn't know how terrifying he looked now, those dark and deep black eyes, like the inky black abyss gradually fading, less frightening but unable to figure out what he was thinking.

A smile as light as a mist hung on his transparent white face, and the smile was so warm that it seemed that the world was destroyed in front of him in the next second, and it would not cause him to react at all.

He just looked at her straight, as if he would blink his eyes and never see her again.

Such Nangong Yehua made her frightened and palpitated.

How can he, how can he ......

How could he force her? Push her with your own life! No matter how cold-blooded she was, she couldn't watch him die.

Seeing that she just kept shaking her head and crying, but still didn't answer, the slender hand that grabbed the dagger stained with blood used force again, and the dagger didn't go in.

The wind was suddenly frightened.

The pair of eyes that seemed to only see her looked at her softly, full of anger, "Curtain, if you agree, you can no longer regret it." ”

He actually ......

You Feng closed his eyes, and hot tears fell on his face, "I promise, I promise!" ”

The wind crushed the dagger and shouted desperately.

She agreed, don't blame him, don't blame him!

Seeing that the person who heard this sentence clenched the dagger tightly, and the thin lips stained with blood raised a deep arc, like the red poppy petals in full bloom, which was absolutely seductive and charming.

"You did it voluntarily!" Looking at her deep eyes, the demon is compelling, and there is no color in the world that can compare to his eyes.

"Yes, I volunteered, no one forced me!" Youfeng hurriedly expressed his position, for fear that if he came again, the blood would run dry.

After receiving the answer, Nangong Yehua finally fell into a coma with satisfaction, with a deep smile on the corners of his bright red lips, and the vitality of his whole body passed quickly, which was terrifyingly fast.

"Nangong Yehua!" The wind was so frightened that his soul flew away.

"You're about to wake up, I promised, I promised......" The wind was completely panicked, repeating the words just now over and over again, but he didn't dare to touch the dagger that was deeply inserted into his heart.

However, she finally grasped the blood-stained dagger, trembling uncontrollably, as if she could no longer feel the beating of her heart under the dagger.

With a thick crying and fear, she kept calling his name, but no one answered her.

She didn't want him to taste it back, and she didn't want him to die, but she couldn't get past the level in her heart.

He's fine, he's already fine, it's her own problem.

Who will save him? Who can save him?

Holding him tightly and feeling that the blood was no longer flowing, the person in his arms who had become cold was motionless, and the mountain wind blew the robe he had draped over her with a slight noise.

Are you too stubborn?

Feelings are such a thing, even if they are saints and gods, they can't understand it, why can she jump to conclusions so easily, saying that if you don't want it, you don't want it?

She wants freedom in her relationship, and in her previous life, it was because of too many entanglements that she would ...... at a young age

What's the use of thinking about this now, this world is no longer the same as in the previous life, if you can't face your own heart, how can you go far on the immortal path?

Holding the person who couldn't feel the temperature without moving, he was more at a loss in his heart.

Is it true that people only realize what they have lost when they lose?

The mountain wind kept blowing, drying the tears on her face, and the blood on the ground, but it couldn't blow away the unraveling, and the entanglement was constantly entangled.

Looking down at the bloodless demonic face, he raised his hand and stroked it, from his forehead, slowly slid to his eyebrows, nose, and finally stopped at the thin lips that were bloodless.

All she wanted was an explanation, an explanation.

But why did it end up like this?

She had let go of all her prejudices and didn't blame him, but why hadn't he woken up yet?

She hadn't had time to fulfill the promise she had made in exchange for death, how could he die?

The eyes blurred again, and drops of tears silently slid down his cheeks, dripping into the dried blood stains on the placket of his clothes, and faint blood-colored flowers bloomed.

In a trance, she seemed to see Hua Zhu and Wei Ye rushing towards here, and her throat, which was already crying hoarsely, made an ugly sound with difficulty.

"Flower pig, save him, save him..."

"Nine Shades?" The two soon came to their side.

Looking at the dark blood stains that had solidified all over the ground in shock, he asked anxiously, "Are you injured?" Where did it hurt? ”

But he didn't dare to touch her, where was she hurt, bleeding so much?

"Save him, save him!" As if grasping at a life-saving straw, the wind clutched the cuffs of Hua Langying, looked at him and pleaded.

Only then did Hua Langying and Wei Ye see what was going on here.

The demon man who was already cold and breathless, the dagger in his chest was submerged, and the robe on his body was stained dark with blood, and the original color was no longer visible, and the purple robe on Youfeng's body was darker, but he didn't find any wounds on her body.

The blood was no longer flowing, and he realized that the blood on the ground around him was his.

Knowing that the blood was not the wind of the wind, both of them let out a long sigh of relief.

Listening to Youfeng repeating the words 'save him' over and over again, Hua Langying's heart ached, and she wanted to pull her away, "He's dead, Jiuyou!" ”

Hearing this, the quiet wind suddenly became excited, "No, you are talking nonsense, he will not die, if you save him, he will not die, you are talking nonsense, he was talking to me just now, you lied to me..."

The stubborn look finally made Hua Rongying compromise, and reached out to hold her, "Save him, I'll help you save him!" ”

How could she be so desperate, if she didn't love him, he could accept it, but he wouldn't allow her to be so lifeless and full of despair!

But Youfeng hugged Nangong Yehua tightly, Hua Langying couldn't pull him away, and said to her seriously again, "He's dead, Jiuyou!" ”

No matter how much you don't believe, you can't be resurrected after death.

"Wait, he's still saved!" Wei Ye, who had been silent and had a calm face, suddenly stopped Hua Rongying.

Hearing this, Youfeng immediately looked at Wei Ye hopefully, and his dark black and swollen eyes widened.

"Really!" Wei Ye said, with an almost inaudible sigh, and continued, "You let go of him, I'll take a look!" ”

Youfeng obediently quickly let go, but he didn't know where to put his hands, and looked at Wei Ye who was squatting down at a loss.

His focused gaze moved between Wei Ye and Nangong Yehua, and he couldn't see Wei Ye's eyes secretly making a shadow towards the flowers.

I felt a numbness in the back of my neck, and I fainted.