His voice fell, and the air seemed to be gently silent for a moment, and even the weaving dream stopped.

Puff......

However, there was only a moment of pause, and the flower blade in Weaving Dream's hand quickly cut through the white skin without stopping.

Tick...... Tick......

Blood fell and fell to the ground.

Don't dare to look at the picture of the flower blade stabbing into Zhu'an's chest, the streamer had already covered his eyes, and he touched the warm water stains in the corners of his eyes.

The atmosphere was too quiet and strange, and there seemed to be no other sound on the stage, only the sound of blood dripping in the eerie silence.

The streamer struggled for a while before sneaking through his fingers to look at the tournament platform.

What the hell is the master doing? Do you just let my sister stab him in the chest?

If you don't die, you'll be seriously injured!

Who will tell him, what happened to Sister Weaving Dreams?

"Ahh

At this glance, the streamer's eyes widened, and he almost knelt down.

What's going on with shsh?

What happened when he closed his eyes just now?

The blood that fell on the ground was not for peace.

Weaving Dream lowered his head, but his raised right hand directly grabbed the tip of the flower blade with his bare hands, and the flower blade that was still flying wildly stopped less than an inch away from Zhu An's chest.

Countless sharp petals cut open her palm, and in an instant, visible to the naked eye, the flesh of her right hand rolled up, dripping with blood, and the falling blood fell to the ground drop by drop.

But even though the whole hand was about to be wasted, she grabbed it extremely hard, and the flower blade did not advance for half a point.

Zhu'an's eyes widened and her lips trembled, and she was a little helpless for the first time.

It's not because the flower blade is about to pierce his heart, but the internal force that controls the flower blade hasn't been withdrawn at all!

Weaving dreams are still in chaos!

Why?

She clearly didn't wake up, but she reached out and grabbed the flower blade.

The blood dripping from between his fingers hit the ground again, and he suddenly came back to his senses, and quickly rushed over to grab Weaving Dream's hand, but he couldn't break her palm at all.

"Let go, Ameng, let go!"

Weaving Dream didn't react, she still couldn't hear his voice, such a serious wound, her face was still blank and indifferent, and she didn't recover her five senses.

However, her bloody hand still clutched the flower blade, as if she was afraid that it would take another step forward and hurt the person who had just stood there, and she didn't dare to let go.

Zhu Anxin was like a knife, and whispered to coax her in distress, and his fingers continued to try to break her fingers, "Ah Meng, shall we let go of our hands?"

If you don't let go of her hand, it's useless!

Weaving Dream refused to let go and still clutched the flower blade, his knuckles began to white, and after a while, he crushed the strong internal force.

The blade exploded in the wind, and the bloody petals scattered in all directions.

She also kept her right hand raised with a hollow look in her eyes, Ren

The palm of the hand is constantly dripping blood.

Like an incomparably gentle bond, a petal with blood floated across her finger and gently pressed against her face, like a blood-colored tear.

After a while, she spoke intermittently, her voice as if squeezed out of her teeth, difficult and obscure, "...... Not allowed...... To this person...... There is any attack ......"

Zhu'an held her hand, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

As soon as she finished speaking, she lost her strength and fell straight down, and Zhu'an reached out to catch her steadily.

Her consciousness was still wandering, but her body still reacted in her most instinctive and subconscious way.

No aggression is allowed against Zhu'an, even if the consciousness is controlled.

Sitting on the stage, he forgot everything around him, and suddenly raised a hand to cover his eyes with the unconscious Weaving Dream in his arms.

It's hard.

The bitter and astringent feeling in his eyes was too sharp and rampage, like a huge wave coming from a mountain and a sea that directly drowned him.

In this world, there is a person who is willing to treat him as her everything, as her life, even more than her own.

For example, he did not hesitate to break his bones.

Wuya admitted defeat, and Weaving Dream won this game.

Wu Ya hid under Zi Xin's broken black robe again, and quietly left the competition platform with her puppet to the side.

She had a slender bloody hole in her palm, and she was saved by the man she wanted to kill.

She once thought that there was only endless killing in the world, but today she discovered that a sharp sword can also be used to save people.

Zhu'an got off the stage with Weaving Dreams, the streamer was so anxious that he ran to apply to the ceremonial officer to postpone the competition for a quarter of an hour, and he didn't know if the competition just now was too shocking and tragic, the ceremonial officer agreed, and sent someone to quickly notify the last contestant, Tianqiong.

Streamer ran back in a hurry, squatted beside Weaving Dreams, and couldn't help but want to cry when he looked at Weaving Dreams, who was still in a coma with frowning brows.

Although he didn't know what was wrong with his sister, but just now, his sister was desperate to stand in front of the master again, and he wanted to cry.

He felt pain just by looking at Weaving Dream's bloody hand, and he frantically breathed softly at her hand, hoping to help her relieve the pain. Although Weaving Dream is still in a coma and may not feel pain, Streamer doesn't know what else he can do, so he really hopes that Weaving Dream is okay and wakes up quickly.

Zhu'an's expression was uncertain, he took the medicinal powder he carried with him and helped Weaving Dream to take medicine, and then tore off his clothes and carefully bandaged the hand covered with scars, and only after getting all this did he unlock the five senses that Weaving Dream was closed.

His fingers grabbed and rubbed on Weaving Dream's slender wrist, his face was a little bad, at least in the eyes of the streamer, such an expressionless look appeared on the master for the first time It was really terrifying!

The streamer was shocked to see, the master wouldn't want to cut that Wuya, right?

He secretly turned his head to glance at it, but found that Wu Ya was sitting aside dejectedly as if she had lost her soul.

I didn't wipe the tears on my face.

This game is too scary!

After waiting for a while, Weaving Dream seemed to have some nightmare, and suddenly woke up, and after seeing the face of Zhu'an who was close at hand, the first thing was to rush over and touch Zhu'an's chest.

The streamer was startled, but he reacted instantly, and Weaving Dream was actually confirming whether Zhu'an was injured......

It's clear that the injured person is her!

Zhu'an reached out and grabbed her hand, wrapped her back into his arms, and whispered as gently as possible, "Ah Meng, I'm not hurt." ”

Weaving Dream didn't notice the sudden change in his title, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she just seemed to have seen some bad pictures, she actually moved her hand at Zhu'an, and she didn't know if it was a dream, she was very afraid that it was true, so she checked it again and found that the placket on Zhu'an's chest was intact, so she put her mind at ease, settled down, raised her eyes to look at Zhu'an, and said with a smile: "Brother is so powerful, I know that my brother will not be hurt." ”

What about you?

You're so powerful, why are you still hurt?

Zhu'an wanted to ask.

However, the answer to the question is already known.

Her smile was as bright as ever, and the light in her eyes returned, falling straight into Zhu'an's eyes, as if to soothe all the restlessness in his heart.

The sour and astringent feeling just now filled his heart again, every inch of skin in his body, every vein, every bone, was hustling, the mood he wanted to convey at the moment.

There is a surging feeling, and I don't know how to speak.

Afraid that Weaving Dream would be disappointed if he didn't get a response, he had to hum sullenly.

Why are you upset?

Weaving Dream Fox stretched out her hand suspiciously to touch his face, and as soon as she raised her hand, a sharp pain came from the palm of her right hand, and she realized that her right hand was tightly bandaged.

How did you get hurt?

Is my brother angry because she was injured?

With such keen insight, he must have discovered her desperate behavior of closing off her five senses, and anger seemed inevitable...... When she first came to power, he also told her to pay attention to safety, and as soon as she came on stage, she left it behind, although it was a helpless choice.

Comparing her heart to her heart, if Zhu'an did the same, she would definitely be even angrier than him.

This...... How can this be explained?

Wait a minute......

It had been strange since the beginning, how could they be so close?

She...... How did she lie in the arms of Cha An!

Could it be that she was held down by Cha An after she fell into a coma just now?

Although this situation was very inappropriate, she secretly got a flush on her face, and hurriedly tried to get up from Zhu'an's arms.

Unexpectedly, Zhu'an refused to let go, with a coquettish tone like a child, the warmth in his eyes was thicker, and he looked at her very gently.

"Give me a hug a little longer. ”