Help!My goddess is sick

Chapter 98 Ah Jiu, I'm Not Happy

Jiang Lu looked at the last line, tears filled his eyes instantly, he turned around and wiped his face indiscriminately.

After the blood was completely dry, Xie Cijiu sealed the letter and handed it to Jiang Lu: "Go send someone to the northern border, and tell them not to act rashly, and wait for my news."

"Yes!" Jiang Lu's hands were trembling when he took it over. It was clearly just a few pieces of paper, but at this moment it was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

He didn't know how he got out in the end, until his face hurt a little from the cold wind, and then he came back to his senses. He recruited his confidants overnight, and asked him to go out of the city among the people at dawn.

As for Xie Cijiu in the bedroom, he stood by the table and waited for the blood on his body to cool down before turning around to treat the wound, but as soon as he moved, there was a whirlwind in front of his eyes.

Before falling into the darkness, she was embraced in a gentle yet domineering embrace.

"Ajiu, you really killed me."

Hearing this familiar voice, Xie Cijiu couldn't help but clenched his sleeves tightly, as if grabbing the last straw.

"Yan Zhihui..."

Her voice was weak and hoarse, Yan Zhihui put his hand on her lips: "Stop talking, I'm here."

A smile appeared on Xie Cijiu's pale face with difficulty, and his eyes finally closed slowly.

Yan Zhihui hugged him horizontally and let out a sigh.

He walked forward steadily with her in his arms, gently placed her on the bed, and stretched out his hand to press her wrist, "I'm anxious, grief-stricken, five inner depression...Ajiu..."

Yan Zhi stared back at the pale person on the bed, feeling pain in her heart, obviously she was only 16 years old, why did this kind of thing happen to her?

Is this the meaning of crossing robbery?
There are eight hardships in life, do you have to taste them all?
But this is also too bitter.

Yan Zhihui stretched out his hand and carefully brushed away Xie Cijiu's broken hair that was wet with cold sweat, before bowing his head and kissing her forehead pitifully.

"It's a good thing I'm here with you."

As he spoke, he held Xie Cijiu's hand, clasped his fingers tightly with her, and passed his divine power along their hands.

Gentle kisses brushed Xie Cijiu's forehead, bridge of nose, and lips like a feather. There was no lust, only precious comfort.

The divine power traveled along the meridians of Xie Cijiu to help her regulate the depression in her body, and soon Xie Cijiu's complexion improved.

Yan Zhihui was relieved a little, and his eyes fell on her bloody hand again.

"The memory is gone, but the ruthlessness is still the same as before."

He turned his head and waved at the copper basin, and flew over with the handkerchief hanging on the side of the basin, suspended in mid-air.

Yan Zhihui soaked the handkerchief in clean water, took it out and wrung it dry, and carefully wiped Xie Cijiu's wound.

His sword eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was concentrated, as if he was wiping a rare treasure.

Even so, Xie Cijiu still felt the pain and hummed twice.

Yan Zhihui said softly: "Be patient, it will be fine soon."

She crushed the armrest with bare hands just now, and many wooden thorns got into her palm, and she had to pick them out one by one. There was no good piece of meat left.

Yan Zhihui felt distressed but also a little annoyed, he lowered his head and looked at Xie Cijiu, who was frowning with pain on his face, wanted to reprimand him a few times but couldn't bear it, and felt angry if he didn't say anything, he forced himself to blush.

Suppressing a burst of fire, he treated the wound on Xie Cijiu's hand, Yan Zhi got up and found the gauze and ointment with ease.

In fact, he can use divine power to heal Xie Cijiu, but firstly, his hand suddenly healed, which makes people suspicious, and secondly, he also wanted Xiecijiu to be sore for two days, so that he could have a long memory, so that he would not take his own again next time. The body is not serious.

After carefully bandaging it, Yan Zhihui tied it in a crooked knot, so ugly that he himself disliked it.

"Forget it, that's it."

Yan Zhihui gently turned her hand over and placed it on the quilt, so as not to press on the wound.

He was about to get up and put his things back in place when Hongxue knocked on the door suddenly, "Princess, Qiulan has settled down, and this servant has brought hot water, shall I treat your wound?"

Yan Zhi raised his eyebrows back, "He is careful."

With a wave of his sleeves, the copper basin and handkerchief fell back to their original places, and the gauze was placed beside the bed. He took a deep look at Xie Cijiu and hid in the flowers.

Seeing that there was no movement inside, Hongxue knocked again hesitantly: "Princess?"

Xie Cijiu's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as she moved, she felt a tight feeling in her hand, and she lifted it up to see...

"So ugly."

She turned her eyes away in disgust, but the corners of her mouth raised unconsciously.

After sitting up, the previously dull and dull heart felt relieved, Xie Cijiu let out a long breath, his eye sockets were a little hot, but she forced it back.

"Princess, are you asleep?"

Xie Cijiu came back to his senses, rushed out the door and said, "Didn't sleep, what's the matter?"

Hongxue said through the door panel: "This servant wants to treat the princess's wound, if treated in time, the scar may not be left."

"No, I've already dealt with it, you can go back and rest early."

Hongxue was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, then the princess will also take care of herself."

"Well, I see." Xie Cijiu's tone softened.

When the figure on the door panel disappeared, Xie Cijiu hesitated for a moment, then got up and carried the flower pot to the bedside, "You...what are your plans?"

Yan Zhihui didn't show up right away, "Turn off the lights first, otherwise someone will always be staring at this side."

Xie Cijiu thought about it too, got up and pulled his shoes to blow out the lamp, then smeared and walked towards the bed, as soon as he approached, someone grabbed his uninjured hand, and with a light tug, he fell into the bed. A warm and fragrant embrace.

"you……"

Before the thank-you wine was finished, the world was spinning, and he was pressed under the quilt.

The position was reversed, strong and strong aura came from all directions, Xie Cijiu felt the danger intuitively, reached out his hand to Yan Zhihui's chest and pushed: "Get up, heavy."

In the darkness, desire, desire, and madness are magnified infinitely, and neither gods nor humans can escape.

Yan Zhihui grabbed Xie Cijiu's wrist with one hand, pressed it on top of her head, and sank down again, pressing her tightly.

"Ajiu, I'm not happy."

This posture was no different from the fish on the chopping board. Xie Cijiu was a little confused, but Yan Zhihui's hot breath brushed his face, making her face hot.

She turned her face to avoid it, "Is it because Qiulan told the truth?"

Yan Zhi turned his gaze across Xie Cijiu's face inch by inch, his aggression was undisguised, and his voice became hoarse.

After a long time, when Xie Cijiu's breathing became disordered, Yan Zhihui chuckled, "Ajiu, you know why I'm angry, why do you still ask such a question?"

Xie Cijiu's long eyelashes trembled, and he pursed his lips tightly.

(End of this chapter)