Demon master lolicon

"Don't want to lose me?" Han Xiaotu wiped away tears, and looked at Nangong Zeye coldly, "It seems that it's all because of me, but ask yourself, do you want to lose me, or is it just It stems from your perverted possessiveness and domineering and selfish character!"

"Cough cough—cough cough—" Listening to Han Xiaotu's sharp words, Nangong Zeye's heart felt as if he had been stabbed severely. The sick body, who was already short of breath, found it even more difficult to breathe, as if he was passive. All of a sudden, I trembled in pain.

"Han Xiaotu...those two people...they...they deserve what they deserve...ahem—they...they are not..."

Nangong Sawano spoke with difficulty, but the severe cough kept him unable to speak fluently.

"What you deserve?! Taking me away is the most deserved? It turns out that this is the definition in your heart. As long as it is contrary to your intention, as long as it disobeys you, it is a crime?"

Han Xiaotu couldn't listen anymore, "Nangong Zeye, you are so selfish! How can you be so scary!"

"Ahem--no, Han Xiaotu--"

Nangong Sawano wanted to say something, but because of lack of energy, he quickly sat down on the edge of the bed.

That haggard, almost haggard face was full of distressing brokenness and sadness.

"Nangong Sawano, I won't let you get what you want! Even if you send my parents to the police station, even if I don't have everything I expected, I won't stay here any longer! I want to leave you, Leave Nangong's house, leave forever and ever! Never come back again!"

After finishing the series of words, Han Xiaotu rushed out of the room without looking back, ignoring the vulnerable Nangong Zeye who was lying aside.

Looking at the back of Han Xiaotu who turned and left, Nangong Zeye, who was already too uncomfortable to stand up, picked up his steps with difficulty, and ran out after Han Xiaotu.

"Han Xiaotu...ahem——"

Nangong Zeye walked down the stairs with great difficulty, at this moment he was so scared, afraid that if he slowed down a little bit, Han Xiaotu would disappear in front of him forever.

"Hey—Master? Where are you going?"

At this time, Uncle Chen, who just came in from the back garden, saw the young master who was supposed to be lying on the bed running out of the door, and immediately followed him.

"Han Xiaotu——"

Nangong Sawano staggered and almost fell to the ground, his knee hit the ground heavily and scratched his skin, and bright red blood stains seeped out from the thin fabric all at once.

"Master—Master—what are you doing?! You still have a fever, so you can't go out!"

Seeing Nangong Zeye's appearance, Uncle Chen hurried over to help him.

"Go away—don't touch me!" But Nangong Zeye, who wanted to chase him out, immediately pushed Uncle Chen away, and limped out of the gate.

At that time, Han Xiaotu had already run to the road outside, and was at a loss as to where to go.

Hearing the faint shouts coming from behind, she was at a loss and immediately took another step.

I don't know when it started, but it was already raining heavily outside. Under the dark night, the sound of torrential rain resounded throughout the sky.

Han Xiaotu ran forward numbly, tears mixed with rainwater slid down her face, making her barely open her eyes.

"Han Xiaotu...don't go...cough cough...Han Xiaotu...Han Xiaotu..."

Nangong Zeye chased him out of the door, followed Han Xiaotu's figure along the road and tried his best to catch up, but because of his high fever, he couldn't even run.

Obviously that small familiar figure was right in front of him, but he couldn't touch it no matter what.

Han Xiaotu felt that the young master was right behind her, but she didn't turn her head to look.She will not look back, absolutely not, she no longer wants to see the young master, nor does she want to return to the young master's bondage.

Suddenly, a taxi passed by the side of the road, Han Xiaotu immediately stopped it, and got into it without thinking.

"Drive!"

While crying, Han Xiaotu shouted anxiously to the driver.

The driver was taken aback for a moment, then immediately opened the accelerator.

"Han Xiaotu..."

Seeing Han Xiaotu getting into the car, Nangong Zeye became even more anxious.

He obsessively and persistently followed the taxi and chased after him, but with his sick body, it was impossible for him to catch up.

At this time, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the pouring rainwater was cruelly hitting Nangong Zeye's body.

His feet suddenly softened, and Nangong Zeye finally fell heavily to the ground in embarrassment.

Dirty muddy water soaked Nangong Sawano's noble body, his golden hair was messily attached to his forehead, his appearance was so dirty, like an orphan abandoned by the side of the road.

If any passer-by saw this scene, no one would have thought that the dying person kneeling in the middle of the road at this moment would be the young master of the Nangong family who was loved by thousands of people!

Nangong Zeye really wanted to get up, but he no longer had the strength, and the car carrying Han Xiaotu had been driving farther and farther away, gradually disappearing.

The rain was still washing away Nangong Sawano's fragile and sick body, Nangong Sawano's vision gradually became more and more blurred, and his head was getting more and more stuck, and his chest seemed to be blocked by something oppressively In general, there is no room for breathing.

"Master—Master—"

Uncle Chen arrived with a few servants, and at that moment, Nangong Zeye's willpower could no longer support his overloaded body, his eyes gradually closed, and he suddenly fell down and passed out.

"Master!"

Seeing Nangong Zeye fell to the ground, Uncle Chen immediately stepped forward to help him up, and hugged him distressedly, "Hurry up, hurry up, take the young master to Taihui's room!"

Soon, Nangong Zeye was carried back home by the servants.

But at that time, the fainted Nangong Sawano was already cold all over, and his slender and thin body was as stiff as a puppet.

Especially that decadent expression made him look like a dead man.

All the servants, large and small, gathered in the living room. No one knew why the young master became like this, but everyone's hearts were raised in their throats.

"Master—Master—" Uncle Chen who was at a loss couldn't hold back his tears. The young master who was held in the hands of everyone since he was a child, what crime did he do today!

"Notify the driver and send the young master to the hospital!"

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After the driver drove Nangong Zeye to the hospital, Nangong's family returned to calm again.At this moment, Song Yina, who had been watching everything quietly from the window on the second floor, walked back to the room expressionlessly. Her face was indifferent as if covered with a layer of frost, but she was so sure of winning.

After Nangong Sawano was sent to the hospital, his condition gradually stabilized.He was sent to the intensive care unit, under the careful supervision of nurses 24 hours a day.

Because he had undergone first aid measures and received some nutrient solution, he no longer looked as pale and haggard as when he was sent in, but his haggard sleeping face still carried an undeniable sadness.

"Han Xiaotu..."

"Han Xiaotu..."

Even in a coma, Nangong Zeye kept calling Han Xiaotu's name, his brows were slightly frowned, that fearful and cautious expression was heartbreaking.

However, Han Xiaotu, who had resolutely left at this moment, could never hear from her again.

She couldn't hear her young master calling her name in such a weak and helpless voice.

She also couldn't see that her young master was in despair at the moment like a critically ill patient whose life was exhausted, and the only bit of consciousness left was only about her.