The goddess of the goddess

Chapter 317 A Promise in Exchange for Life 2
"You haven't said it yet, okay?" Nangong Yehua swallowed these words with difficulty.

Due to the excessive blood loss, his body temperature dropped rapidly, his face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and scarlet liquid flowed out of his chest continuously, as quickly as a fountain.

He didn't know how frightening he looked now, those dark and deep eyes, like the black abyss gradually faded, not so scary but he couldn't figure out what was going on in his heart.

A smile as light as a mist hangs on his white and transparent face, without warmth, as if the world will be destroyed in front of him in the next second, and it will not arouse his slightest reaction.

Just looking straight at her like that, as if even blinking, you will never see her again.

Nangong Yehua like this made her frightened and palpitated.

How could he, how could he...

How could he force her?Use your own life to force her!No matter how cold-blooded she was, she couldn't just watch him die.

Seeing that she just kept shaking her head and weeping, but still didn't answer, the long, slender hand that grabbed the dagger, which was stained with blood, exerted force again, and the dagger sank into it.

You Feng was suddenly frightened out of his wits.

Those eyes seemed to only see her, looked at her softly, and his whole body was full of anger, "Mu Mu, if you promise, you can never go back on your word."

He actually...

You Feng closed his eyes, hot tears fell on his face, "I promise, I promise!"

You Feng held down the dagger firmly, and shouted desperately.

She agreed, don't blame him, don't blame him!
Seeing that the person who heard this sentence clenched the dagger tightly, the thin lips stained with blood raised a deep arc, like red poppy petals in full bloom, beautiful and charming, full of charm.

"You did it voluntarily!" Looking at her deep eyes, she was charming, and there was no other color in the world that could match his.

"Yes, I did it voluntarily, no one forced me!" You Feng hurriedly expressed his opinion, for fear that if he came again, the blood would be drained.

After receiving the answer, Nangong Yehua finally fell into a coma with satisfaction, with a deep smile on the corner of her bright red lips, and the vitality of her body was passing away at a frighteningly fast pace.

"Nangong Yehua!" You Feng was so frightened that his soul flew away.

"You wake up soon, I agree, I agree..." Youfeng panicked completely, repeating the words just now over and over again, but did not dare to touch the dagger deeply inserted into the heart.

However, she finally held the blood-stained dagger, shaking uncontrollably, as if she could no longer feel the beating of her heart under the dagger.

With a deep cry and fear, she kept calling his name, but no one answered her.

She didn't want him to taste it, nor did she want him to die, but she couldn't pass the test in her heart.

He was fine, already fine, it was her own problem.

Who will save him?Who can save him?
Holding him tightly, I felt that the blood was no longer flowing. The person who had become cold in her arms was motionless, and the mountain wind blew the robe he draped over her body, making a slight sound.

Is it because I am too stubborn?

Feelings are something that even a saint, a man of gods, can't understand. How can she draw conclusions so easily and say no to it?
She wants freedom in her relationship. In her previous life, it was because of too many entanglements that she was young...

What's the use of thinking about it now, this world is different from the previous life, I can't face my own heart, how can I go far on the immortal road?
Hugging the person who couldn't feel the warmth without moving, the bottom of my heart was still more at a loss.

Don't people always understand what they have lost when they lose it?

The mountain wind kept blowing, drying the tears on her face and the blood on the ground, but it couldn't blow away the inextricable and constant entanglement.

Looking down at the bloodless monstrous face, he raised his hand to caress, from the forehead, slowly slid to the center of the eyebrows, the nose, and finally stopped on the bloodless thin lips.

All she'd ever wanted was an explanation, an explanation.

But why did it end up like this?

She has let go of all her prejudices and doesn't blame him anymore, but why is he still awake?

She hadn't had time to fulfill the promise she had made in exchange for death, so how could he be dead?

The eyes blurred again, and drops of clear tears silently slid down the cheeks, dripping into the dried blood stains on the skirt of the clothes, blurring out faint blood-colored flowers.

In a daze, she seemed to see Huazhu and Wei Ye galloping towards here, and the throat that had been hoarse from crying made an unpleasant sound with difficulty.

"Hua Zhu, save him, save him..."

"Jiuyou?" The two quickly came to their side.

Looking at the solidified dark blood all over the floor in shock, he asked anxiously, "Are you injured? Where are you injured?"

But he didn't dare to touch her. Where did she get hurt? She bled so much?

"Save him, save him!" You Feng, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, tightly grasped Hua Nongying's cuff, and begged while looking at him.

Only then did Hua Nongying and Wei Ye see clearly what happened here.

The monstrous man who was already cold and breathless, the dagger stuck in his chest sank into the hilt, the robe on his body was stained dark with blood, and the original color could no longer be seen. The purple robe on You Feng was darker, but it did not Find any wounds on her body.

Only when the blood stopped flowing out did he realize that the blood on the ground around him belonged to him.

Knowing that the blood was not from Youfeng, both of them heaved a long sigh of relief.

Listening to Youfeng repeating the word 'save him' over and over again, Hua Nongying's heart ached and she wanted to pull her away, "He's already dead, Jiuyou!"

Hearing this sentence, You Feng, who was in peace, suddenly became excited, "No, you are talking nonsense, he will not die, if you save him, he will not die, you are talking nonsense, he was talking to me just now, you lied to me ··”

The stubborn look in her eyes finally made Hua Nongying give in, and she stretched out her hand to hold her, "Save him, I'll help you save him!"

How could she be so desperate, he could accept it if she didn't love him, but he didn't allow her to be so lifeless and full of despair!
But Youfeng hugged Nangong Yehua tightly, Hua Nongying couldn't pull him away, and said to her seriously again, "He's dead, Jiuyou!"

If you don't believe it, you can't come back to life after death.

"Wait, he can still be saved!" Wei Ye, who had been silent all this time with a calm face, suddenly stopped Hua Nongying.

Hearing this, You Feng immediately looked at Wei Ye with hope, his black and red eyes opened wide.

"Really!" Wei Ye said, sighing inaudibly, and continued, "Let go of him quickly, let me see!"

You Feng obediently let go of his hands, but he didn't know where to put his hands, and looked at Wei Ye who was squatting down helplessly.

His focused eyes turned between Wei Ye and Nangong Yehua, and he couldn't see Wei Ye's secret wink at Hua Nongying.

Feeling a numbness in the back of the neck, he passed out.

(End of this chapter)