After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 197 Save Her Quickly!
A variety of emotions lingered in her chest, and Su Jiu'er's strong spirit slowly dissipated.

His body was weak and tired, and he lay on Yan Yunxiao's chest.

She could feel the blood flowing from the wound on her back, which was still slightly warm, but as the cold air surrounded her, the flowing blood cooled down little by little.

Later, Su Jiu'er's consciousness became chaotic.

But she dared not fall asleep.

Because Yan Yunxiao's awakening was abnormal, his deep sleep before awakening seemed to be too long.

Presumably it was the failure of "scene re-enactment", which also caused some damage to his nerves and psychology.

The hands and feet were a little bit cold and numb. After the last pain disappeared, Su Jiu'er fell down completely unbearable.

It all seemed short-lived, but in fact, when Su Jiuer started to hypnotize Yan Yunxiao, it was already the end of the day.

It was almost the end of time when Yan Yunxiao didn't obey the instructions and lost control in the hypnosis.

Su Jiu'er only remembered that before she fell asleep, she could vaguely see that the sky outside was mostly dark, and only the faint outline of Yan Yunxiao's face could be seen through the bright paper on the window.

It was dark, and so was her vision.

There was a long silence in the house.

Yan Yunxiao's brows twitched faintly, and the pain in his mind woke him up faintly.

It's like my mind is about to explode.

He waited for a long time before opening his eyes in pain, and what he saw was the darkness of the room.

Yan Yunxiao didn't feel scared because of the dark environment. On the contrary, black was a protective color, a color that brought him a sense of security.

He breathed slowly, moved his hands lightly, his thoughts seemed to be still in a frozen stage, and he didn't think about the situation right now?
With a movement of the hand, the sense of touch of the limbs slowly recovered, and Yan Yunxiao's gaze changed from calm to astonishment.

His right hand was still holding the hairpin to kill himself. If there was nothing in between, then the sharp weapon in this hand would definitely stab into his heart precisely and fiercely.

Realizing this, Yan Yunxiao's pupils shrank suddenly.

Because no one knows his ability better than himself, if he really has this intention, then he will definitely die this time!

It's just that this behavior was blocked by someone, his hand slowly loosened the silver hairpin pierced into someone's back, and slightly tremblingly stroked the back, shoulders, neck, and face of the person in his arms.

The trembling hands stretched upward inch by inch, and the messy black hair was wrapped around his fingers, like mottled knife marks falling on his heart.

Is it Su Jiuer?
A kind of fear from the heart, self-blame, and apology are all pulling him into the swamp of sin little by little.

The only thing Yan Yunxiao was grateful for at this time was the pitch-black sky, which made him unable to see anything and reduced his visual guilt.

His thoughts were drawn here, and he began to grope for his memory.

The memory went back to the quarter of an hour before he was hypnotized, Su Jiu'er got up and hugged him gently.

After that, there was a vague memory. Whenever he tried to think about it, his brain would ache.

Every frame of the picture is very blurry and can't be coherent, he really can't remember it!
Even so, Yan Yunxiao knew that he had hurt her.

Why did he have such a strange disease?Is he really a hopelessly lunatic?He laughed miserably and asked himself in his heart.

Under this dark protective color, Yan Yunxiao's heart was sore, his throat was choked and astringent, he tremblingly embraced the already cold body in his arms, and apologized tremblingly.

"Su Jiuer, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

He was enveloped in great sadness, and it seemed that only in such an environment with no one around was he willing to express his apology and release his vulnerable side.

As long as there is a little light in the room, Yan Yunxiao's eyes can be seen to be shining and moist.

Emotions surged up, his physical sensations had basically fully recovered, and the self-abuse wound on his forehead felt numb with pain.

The emotions of self-doubt and self-blame were finally defeated by a faint sense of reason.

He stretched out his hand to check Su Jiu'er's breath, the breath was very weak, but fortunately, the rhythm was quite gentle.

Yan Yunxiao had no time to immerse himself in his emotions, he got up in a panic, hugged Su Jiu'er in his arms, and stumbled out of the palace.

Where there is still a trace of calm and dignified appearance, this hurried back looks like a young man who has lost his soul, reckless and eager.

The palace man who was driving the carriage went back on his own after seeing them there, and there was only one carriage waiting there quietly, Yan Yunxiao directly untied the carriage, carried Su Jiu'er on the horse, and galloped away in the dark night.

Even if he was defeated on the battlefield in northern Xinjiang and was pursued by the enemy, he was not as embarrassed as he looked holding the injured Su Jiu'er at this moment.

He had already taken off his outer robe and wrapped it around Su Jiu'er. There was no one on the street in winter, so Yan Yunxiao rushed to Baixing Tower as quickly as possible.

The Baixing Building was still lively, with bright lights inside and smoke from the stove, all of which felt luxurious and elegant.

Yan Yunxiao's appearance was very abrupt as he barged in with a messy outfit.

He got off his horse, carried Su Jiu'er in his arms, and rushed upstairs. Many people were drinking and drinking, and they just glanced over here.

Xiao Er cleverly joked, "The guest upstairs had an appointment with a friend, and he didn't come for a long time. Isn't this just coming? It looks like he fell in the snow. He came down late, and he must be punished for three drinks." .”

Everyone just took it as a joke. After listening to it, they laughed and continued to raise their glasses to invite congratulations.

Song Xingshi just put down the book in his hand, and was about to pick up his bamboo tube to start fortune-telling, when the door of Linglong Pavilion was kicked open with, "Boom!"

The shocked Song Xingshi was taken aback.

"You, why are you so innocent."

Seeing Yan Yunxiao's face, he was about to reprimand, but the words got stuck in his throat, his tone turned a few times, and his voice was raised a bit.

"what happened?"

Even the pupils widened a bit.

He saw the scars on Yan Yunxiao's forehead, the blood almost covered the entire forehead, a lot of blood flowed down, then dried and stuck to his face.

The messy hair barely covered his cheeks, and he couldn't see such a frightening face unless he looked carefully.

Under Song Xingshi's astonished gaze, Yan Yunxiao carried the person in his arms straight past him and entered the Linglong Pavilion, and then gently placed Su Jiu'er on the small couch.

Song Xingshi hastily closed the door, frowning, and Qingjuan's face was also a bit serious.

As soon as the door was closed, Yan Yunxiao grabbed Song Xingshi's arm with his big palm, pulled him to the small couch forcefully, and said pantingly, "Save her."

Perhaps it was because he was too tired from working all the way, and because he suppressed the messy and huge negative emotions in his heart just now, so his chest heaved violently.

It seemed that only in this way could he speak a few words peacefully.

Song Xingshi obviously hadn't recovered yet, and when he saw that the person lying on the couch was Su Jiu'er, he frowned involuntarily.

It was this woman again.

Yan Yunxiao was so anxious that he couldn't restrain his emotions anymore, he clenched his hands into fists, tremblingly growled at Song Xingshi again.

"Save her!"

(End of this chapter)