A short blade stabbed straight into his heart.

There were two grooves on the remnant of the knife, and a line of blood quickly flowed down the groove and flowed into the sleeve of the snow coat......

Ning Xuemo's heart fell into the ice water in an instant, and Xueyi Mo actually killed the great god!

"You ......" Shen Jiuli's dark blue eyes fell on the face of the woman in her arms like a stormy sea, as if she was in disbelief and disappointed......

He was still holding her, his palms clenched into fists behind her back, and a faint white light flickered, as if he wanted to do something, but he couldn't do it for a while.

Xue Yimo's face was pale, and he didn't know if it was because he was injured or because he was afraid, so he looked at him in his arms, and his voice was flat: "I said, I want your heart." You promised me too...... I just need your heart's ......."

"And you ...... to me It's all fake? Shen Jiuli's face turned even paler.

Xue Yimo lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but her voice was cold: "Yes, it's all fake." Forget me! ”

She flipped her hand, put away the jade bottle that received the blood, and then slapped his palm on the chest, slapping his body out......

"Don't!" Ning Xuemo, who had been patiently watching from the wall, screamed, only to feel so distressed that he felt as if he was about to flip over, and pounced all at once!

Everything disappeared suddenly, the blood-red sedan chair, the bleeding god, and the snow clothes that suddenly turned their faces disappeared like snow melting, not even leaving a shadow in her mind, all that was left was heartache!

Her heart really hurts!

It hurts like a knife is still stuck there and never pulled out......

Ning Xuemo opened her eyes tremblingly, the objects in front of her eyes were a little blurry, and she faintly saw a man in red clothes and black hair shaking in front of her.

All the memories before the coma came back, and Ning Xuemo's body instantly stiffened.

If she remembers correctly, she has fallen into the hands of Xue Yilan again!

The man who was shaking in front of him now should be him......

What's he doing?!

"You...... What are you shaking......" Ning Xuemo barely spit out a few words, probably because of the injury, her voice was hoarse.

"Momo, you're awake." A hand touched her forehead: "It's still a little burning......"

Ning Xuemo shook his head, wanting to push his hand away, but the force was too small, obviously not achieving the effect, as if his head was rubbing against his palm.

Xue Yilan's eyes deepened, and a palm pressed lightly on her shoulder: "Momo, don't move, the wound will crack open......"

Wounds? Ning Xuemo finally remembered the sword that Wu Mo stabbed her, her heart shrank, her eyes went black, and she fainted again.

This time she had no dreams, and she also felt the pain in her heart in the coma, and the pain was drilled one by one, making her dizzy even if she was dizzy.

She also woke up several times in the middle of the way, but she was groggy, and most of them fell asleep again after opening her eyes in a daze.

Every time she woke up, she would see Xue Yilan's figure, right by her side, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead for her, healing her, and talking to her.

His voice was intermittent in her groggy ear, which made her a little tired, and when she woke up again, she couldn't help but scream: "You shut up--" This cry probably affected the sword wound on her body again, and her heart suddenly ached, and she fainted again.

Probably her scream had an effect, or maybe she was too unconscious, and she didn't hear him speak again, and she felt a lot clearer at the root of her ears.

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