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Genius was slightly bright, Ya Chi pushed open Ya Yao's door, and saw Xi Yao lying on the floor, Ya Yao leaned on Xi Yao's lap, against two crying and swollen walnut eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info It seems that Ya Wei cried all night, and Xi Yao also accompanied him all night.

Akachi exited the door, jumped up, removed the coffin from the roof, and re-entered Aya's room, where he opened the lid and picked up the sleeping Aya.

Xi Yao opened his eyes when he heard the movement, and rarely saw Ya Chi's gentle side, he carefully carried Ya Wei into the coffin, wiped the residual saliva from the corner of his mouth, and closed the coffin lid.

Xi Yao asked softly, "Where did the coffin come from?"

Ya Chi turned around, pulled Xi Yao away, and said, "His own." ”

"Didn't you burn his coffin?"

"Scare him. "Ablaze tore down two doors, lit a fire, and that's it.

"He cried for a long time last night, very sad, no matter how much he coaxed, it was useless. ”

"After losing, I know that I regret not taking a second look, and I don't know how to cherish it after I lose it," Ya Chi didn't want to regret it after losing it, and after regretting it, he found it too late, he knelt down on one knee, picked up Xi Yao's hand, kissed the back of her hand, and said affectionately, "I solemnly invite you to share the same coffin with me." ”

For vampires, this is the most romantic proposal.

Xi Yao withdrew her hand, such a serious Ya Chi made her a little unaccustomed, she lowered her head, looking a little confused, "I ......"

"Little one, you'd better readily agree, or I'll have to use force to solve the problem. Ya Chi got up and said, his earnestness didn't last for three seconds, just because he had already seen the answer in Xi Yao's face, so he had to add another sentence before she refused, showing his determination to win.

Xi Yao knew that Ya Chi had been teasing her before, but on the day of the scuffle in Xilan Palace, he put him in his coffin in order to protect her. He also said that vampires attach great importance to their coffins, and seeing Ya Wei so sad and sad last night, Xi Yao understands that the coffin is indeed very important to vampires. Ya Chi's willingness to let Xi Yao into his coffin shows that he is serious and not teasing her.

Before there is no one to like, girls' hearts are easy to be confused, and they will mistake moving for heartbeat. For Yachi, Xi Yao was moved, but she also knew that that that feeling was not enough to be a reason to be moved.

She felt uneasy, she felt hesitant, she was lost, she didn't know where her anxiety was coming from at this moment, but it was so strong that it occupied all her thoughts.

"I'll go get you some medicine. Xi Yao lowered her head and said, changing the topic and avoiding Ya Chi's gaze.

"Little one, if you don't speak, I'll take you as you agree. ”

Xi Yao turned around and said, "Don't!"

"You don't agree, and I agree. Ya Chi Gu said to himself, disappearing in an instant.

"Don't ......"

Xi Yao was preoccupied, walked aimlessly, and finally came to the back garden of Xilan Palace, which was the first time she came. The red roses in the garden, blood red, amazed the sight.

Xi Yao suddenly remembered the hibiscus flower, the hibiscus flower in the moonlight, she sat on the edge of the flower bed and muttered, "Such a big garden, but there is no such flower ......"

"I ...... What am I thinking?!" Xi Yao was startled by her own thoughts.

"A lowly person like me should not have feelings of his own, nor do he deserve to have them, he has no choice, only to be chosen and abandoned. Xi Yao propped herself on the flower bed with one hand, bent down, her long hair brushed the red rose under her, she stretched out her hand, looked at the delicate red rose, and couldn't help but want to pick one.

Xi Yao's finger was pricked by the thorn of the rose, and she withdrew her hand, staring blankly at a drop of red blood oozing from her fingertips.

Ya Chi is Ya Yanyan's brother, Xi Yao thought, even if Ya Chi played with her on a whim, she should not have the right to refuse. As Achi said, whether she agreed or not, he would treat it as if she agreed, because her choice was invalid.

There was a smell of blood, but it was not the blood on Xi Yao's fingers, but a strong smell of blood, and there should be a lot of blood exposed to the air, coming from the depths of the garden.

Xi Yao raised her head, but her eyes were only full of red roses, she stood up and walked deeper into the garden, her skirt swept over the roses on the side of the road, the flowers swayed back and forth, and occasionally bright red petals fell, disturbing one after another.

Pushing aside the layers of red roses, Xi Yao saw a familiar figure, the cold silver-haired young man, with a blood-stained white robe, and a lonely and cold figure. A long and hideous bloody mouth was cut on his white cheeks, blood ran through the outline of the knife, and the dirt behind him smelled of blood, and he dragged his heavy steps and walked in the direction of the Ancient and Modern Pavilion.

Fan Chen is not a vampire, he doesn't seem to be a demonic werewolf, he doesn't have the ability to heal his wounds, and he doesn't know how long it will take to heal if he is seriously injured.

"You...... What's wrong?" Xi Yao asked cautiously and worriedly, she didn't know why Fan Chen was injured like this, but she knew that he must be in pain.

Fan Chen heard the sound and paused for a moment, but instead of raising his eyes to look at Xi Yao, he walked away.

Seeing that Fan Chen ignored her, Xi Yao thought to herself, he was really strange, but when she saw him like this, she couldn't turn a blind eye.

Fan Chen's injuries were severe, causing him to move a little slowly, and he was soon caught up by Xi Yao.

Xi Yao stopped in front of Fan Chen. Her eyes reflected the beauty of the rose, wrapped in his shadow, a pair of eyes that could speak, but he had no intention of listening.

"Go away. For Xi Yao's concern, Fan Chen didn't appreciate it, and was even a little impatient.

The disgusted Xi Yao was a little confused for a while, and the pestle was in place, this was obviously a pair of gentle and affectionate blue eyes, but why was she so resolute? In Xi Yao's eyes, what an arrogant and cold back, obviously lonely, alone, but no one was allowed to approach.

Fan Chen walked away unkindly.

Xi Yao lowered her head and caught a glimpse of a circle of blood foam around her white shoes, her shoes stepped on the mud soaked in blood, she hurriedly withdrew her feet, squatted down, and brushed her fingers over the road he had walked, blood staining her fingers.

She turned her head, looked at the dust that was gradually moving away, and asked herself, "He, what the hell...... How heavy are the injuries...... How much blood was shed......"

Xi Yao knew that she had no identity to care about Fan Chen, but she couldn't turn a blind eye, since she was not qualified, what about his wife Ya Yanyan? Xi Yao ran outside Ya Yanyan's house, she opened her mouth, but she didn't make a sound, because she didn't know how to start.

Yayanyan and Xi Yao drew a clear line, not to call the master, Xi Yao didn't know how to call Ya Yanyan.

Yayanyan is not in the house, and Xiyao has not seen Yayanyan for many days.

Xi Yao knew that since that battle, there were many things to deal with, and Yayanyan was busier than before, and it was common not to see her all day.

Yayanyan is not here, how should this be good? In the entire Xilan Palace, the only person who is most qualified to manage him is Yayanyan, and she is not there, so what should he do?

"Ahh

Seeing this, Xi Yao stepped forward to help the maid, "Be careful, you are injured." ”

"It's okay, thank you," the maid ignored the broken hand and hurriedly went to clean up the things on the ground, "I have to send it quickly, the lord of the Ancient and Modern Pavilion, although he is indifferent, he is the person who cannot afford to offend." ”

"Ancient and Modern Pavilion?"

"Well, I'll go first. The maidservant carried the tray and limped towards the Ancient and Modern Pavilion.

Xi Yao followed the maid to the Ancient and Modern Pavilion, and the maid finished delivering her things and exited the door.

Xi Yao's fingertips brushed against the closed door, and she knew that even if she pushed the door in, she would soon be kicked out by him, just like the maid.

Xi Yao didn't know when it started, she couldn't help but care about this cold silver-haired teenager. But he is none other than Yayanyan's husband, if no one tells Xi Yao, she must not have imagined that the couple looks like two people who have nothing to do with each other.

Even if their relationship is delicate and even bad, they don't need her Xiyao to worry about. Xi Yao stepped out, and when she was about to leave, she heard a muffled snort coming from the pavilion.

Xi Yao turned his head, and through the gap in the window, he saw a bloody robe lying quietly on the table, Fan Chen was not wearing a shirt, and the wound covered his body, and he probably didn't need clothes to cover it. He was stitching up the wounds on his body, a needle through the flesh, strung with tiny beads of blood, the original color had long been lost, and a strange line was pulled in mid-air.

Xi Yao only understood at this moment why he asked the maid to get the needle and thread for embroidery.

The scorching sun was in the sky, but there were candles lit in the pavilion, the wax oil was like blood and tears, flowing with silent loneliness, dripping from the candlestick, and the candle flame was swaying.

Needles roasted in the candlelight, weaved through wounds, and slashed across his blood-colored fingertips. The first time he used a needle and thread, he was just a tool, and when he finished stitching up a wound, he forcibly tore off the cotton thread, and he didn't think it was right to draw the wound out of shape. And Xi Yao outside the window could only watch, with mixed feelings, and his fingers were on the windowsill, but he couldn't do anything.

For Xi Yao, Fan Chen is a mystery. He didn't know anything except the identity of Yayan's husband, except for the identity of the young master of Minde Mansion.

Those vague memories are like last night's dreams, half-truths and half-truths, but they don't dare to take them too seriously. Xi Yao also wondered, and wanted to ask Fan Chen in person, what happened between them, whether they really got married, and why did he marry him, but she didn't dare to ask, and she couldn't ask, even if Yayan Yan didn't exist, in the face of such an ice-like face, Xi Yao couldn't ask either, she was convinced that he was just a person who was out of reach.

Fan Chen stood up and moved to the couch next to him, but because of exhaustion or weakness, he fell down and didn't get up again.

Xi Yao hesitated again and again, and when she saw a hideous crack in his back, she could no longer ignore it. Because he couldn't deal with it, he didn't deal with it anymore, and let the wound open wantonly, exposed to the air, regardless of it, he could have called someone to help him, no, not to help, but to serve him, but he would rather the wound rot, what a stubborn person.

Xi Yao didn't know what he was stubborn about, but she couldn't help but feel distressed. She pushed the door open, and he didn't seem to refuse.