too affectionate

Chapter 754 People go (1)

When the four eyes look at each other, whether it is love or hate, all the passionate past and emotions are gone, and there are only wordless sighs.

At this moment, although Wanyan's face remained calm, her heart skipped a beat, and she took a step back subconsciously, her whole body was on guard.

Although I don't understand Jing Shijialan, but just looking at Jing Shimaha's crazy criticism, how can his son be mentally normal.

Wanyan is already extremely weak at this time, if Jing Shijialan counterattacks desperately, Wanyan is also a little worried.

However, when Jing Shijialan finally stood up with difficulty, he just took a hard look at Wanyan, and then slapped the bone blade on Wanyan's body.

Wanyan catches it subconsciously.

"Since it has been sent... how can I take it back?"

It was difficult to hear Jing Shajialan's weak breath, and he couldn't hear any emotion at all.

After speaking, Jing Shijialan turned around and left, moving step by step.

Wanyan retreated into the barrier, looking at Jing Shijialan's back, the emotions in her heart were so complicated that she couldn't make sense of it.

Beside her, Wanyan gripped the blood-stained blade tighter and tighter.

It was his bones, stained with his blood.

Really... He gave it to me...

. . .

After returning to the Hall of Death and Life, Wanyan looked at her seriously injured companions, feeling helpless again.

Whether it was Guan Jiheng, Xuan Yi, Yiqianzi, or Chun Yulian and Yao Jin, they were all seriously injured, and because of the great grief, they were all dying.

Although Wanyan has learned some basic medical skills and pharmacology, at this time she is also seriously injured to the point where her life is hanging by a thread, she cannot protect herself, and she has no determination to use.

What's more, this is still an uninhabited area in the northwest, there is only desert within a hundred miles, not even a single dead grass, and there is no way to gather herbs.

At this time, Guan Jiheng, Yi Qianzi, and Chun Yulian passed out again after waking up for a short time.

Wanyan felt their pulse and performed a simple bandage to stop the bleeding, making sure that their lives would not be in danger in the short term.

And Xuan Yi, who has always been the weakest, may be because he has inherited Xuan Ying's lifelong determination. Compared with everyone else, he is in a slightly better condition at this time, at least he is sober.

Among several people, Yao Jin was the sickest.

Perhaps it was because he was pampered and spoiled and had never suffered a little bit. Since Yao Jin passed out in the Guanfu, he has been suffering from a high fever due to wound ulceration.

Xuan Yi and the others were still waking up and fainting all the way, while Yao Jin hardly ever woke up.

Even when he woke up, he was still in a daze, without consciousness at all.

If it wasn't for Wanyan's journey of picking and decocting herbs, Yao Jin wouldn't even be able to reach the Hall of Death and Life.

As soon as they arrived at the Hall of Death and Life, Xuan Yi and Wanyan immediately put Yao Jin down first.

At this time, the night was dark, and the brother and sister stayed by Yao Jin's side all the time.

Especially Xuan Yi, who was so anxious that blisters formed around his mouth in just an hour.

"Is the fever still not gone?"

Xuan Yi asked Wanyan while throwing a washcloth into the cold water.

Wanyan touched Yao Jin's forehead, shook her head heavily, took the handkerchief from Xuan Yi, and put it on Yao Jin's forehead again.

As night fell, Yao Jin's fever became more and more serious. After a while, his face was flushed, and his whole body was like a piece of hot coals.

At this time, Yao Jin's hair was disheveled, and her plump little face was already thin and out of shape in just a few days, and she kept mumbling nonsense, which made people feel distressed.

Wanyan recalled Yao Jin's twittering and domineering appearance, not only did she not find it disgusting, but it made her feel even more sad.

Seeing Yao Jin's sick face, Xuan Yi felt his heart was broken.

"I'm sorry, Yao Jin..." Xuan Yi tremblingly held Yao Jin's hand, tears still fell from his dry eyes.

If Yao Jin hadn't followed Xuan Yi to manage the mansion, even if the Yinglong family was divided and infighting, Yao Jin's good life would have ended, but as a princess, Yao Jin would have had a glass of poisoned wine at most. something decent.

But Yao Jin lived a life of rich clothes, good food, prosperity and wealth, and was dying of illness in a barren house without a lamp in the desert thousands of miles away from home, but he didn't even have a bowl of medicine or a doctor. Too embarrassing.

But Yao Jin could no longer hear Xuan Yi's apology.

The two brothers and sisters kept guarding Yao Jin until the early morning hours. After a violent tremor, the drowsy Yao Jin suddenly opened his eyes, startling Xuan Yi and Wanyan who were surrounded by him.

"Yao Jin! Yao Jin!" Xuan Yi rushed over and called her repeatedly.

But Yao Jin seemed to be detached, staring at the ceiling with a pair of big sunken eyes, as empty as a doll.

"..."

Yao Jin's dry lips moved weakly, but no sound came out.

Xuan Yi immediately put his ear to Yao Jin's mouth, suppressing tears and said: "Say... Yao Jin, I'm listening."

Xuan Yi listened for a long time before finally distinguishing what Yao Jin was talking about.

she says:

"Father... Mother Concubine... Brother... I want to go home... I want to go home..."

On Yao Jin's face, two lines of tears fell suddenly.

Wanyan has gone several steps away to prevent Yao Jin from hearing her choking.

"Okay..." Xuan Yi tried his best to stop the trembling in his voice, and said softly: "Go home, when you recover from illness, we will go home together..."

Yao Jin didn't answer, her originally empty eyes slowly fell on Xuan Yi.

"Xuan Yi... you... trash..." She said in a very weak voice, before she could finish her words, she was already crying.

Yao Jin looked at Xuan Yi who was so choked up that he couldn't speak, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth with difficulty.

"But I'm even more trash than you..."

Yao Jin paused for a long time, and finally got his breath together and was able to speak again.

"Why...why are you a member of the Baize clan...?"

"Why do people from the Baize tribe...can only love one person in their lifetime...?"

Yao Jin, who vented more air than inhaled, tried his best to ask.

Xuan Yi looked at her, unable to answer a single word, only one drop, one drop, one drop of tears fell on Yao Jin's skinny hand.

"Forget it...my life is not long, and it's not too bad to delay giving you this trash..." Yao Jin was relieved, and she let out another long breath. too much.

"It's just so injustice... I am so kind... I treat you so well..."

Yao Jin was crying and laughing, crying with a smile, and moved his hand like dry wood to Xuan Yi's hand little by little, so weak that he could only hold one of his fingers.

In the end, Yao Jin couldn't even open his eyes.

She called Xuan Yi closer with a weak voice, and whispered in Xuan Yi's ear:
"Trash... Yao Jin is my title... I'm not Yao Jin...

My name is Zhong Huaisu, a famous lady..."

　Today is 2000 words~ In the future, I will restore 2000 words a day~

　　Yao Jin will have a special episode, and it should be posted at the end

　　
　
(End of this chapter)