My princess Lu Ziye

Chapter 174 175 Don't cry, I will feel bad.

Chapter 174 175 Don't cry, I will feel bad.

When Shangguan Yanwan thought of Yun Yifei's contribution, she felt a faint pain in her heart. It was her heartache for him. She was so brave even though her body was like that!

She flicked her sleeves lightly, and said lightly: "Go down, and pay more attention to the movements in the palace, especially the Tai Chi Palace of the father."

The ghost and ghost bent down to salute, and retreated respectfully.

Yun Yifei's face was a little pale. Seeing a few people backing out, she leaned back slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

Shangguan Yanwan quickly grabbed his hand and held it in front of her for a closer look, her voice was slightly cold.

"Brother Yifei, did you use your own blood when you cast the magic weapon to exorcise ghosts?"

Yun Yifei watched her hand being pulled out of her sleeve by Shangguan Yanwan, the scratches on her palm were particularly glaring.

He was momentarily at a loss for words, not knowing how to prevaricate.

Shangguan Yanwan caressed the deep red wound, her eyes became hot, the tip of her nose became sour, and tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

"Bah~"

Tears fell on Yun Yifei's palm, they were hot, and the contact with the wound was a little painful, but it made people feel suffocated for no reason.

Yun Yifei only felt that her heart was being grabbed by a small hand, and her breathing became unsteady. She held up her tear-stained face and gently kissed away the tears.

"Wanwan, it's just a small wound, it will heal in a few days, don't cry, I will die of heartache."

Shangguan Yanwan trembled uncontrollably, her eyes were shrouded in water vapor, warm and dense.

Shangguan Yanwan firmly grasped the corner of his clothes, with a rare begging look on her face.

"Next time if you want to cast some magic weapon, if you need to use blood, use mine, okay?"

Yun Yifei's originally heavy heart was warmed by her words.

He touched her forehead, smelling her breath, "Silly Wanwan, if anyone's blood can be used, then what is my status as a national teacher?
It's just because I have a special constitution, and ordinary ghosts will make a detour when they encounter them.

If you add my essence and blood to the magic weapon of exorcising ghosts, it will definitely increase its lethality, and the demons and monsters will be able to protect you better.

It's just a little blood, I promise you, I will take good care of my body in the future. "

In fact, Shangguan Yanwan vaguely guessed that the national teachers of all dynasties were chosen by heaven.

His physique is so rigid, so masculine and so pure that ordinary furtive things can't get close at all.

It's one thing to know, but another thing to see him bleeding and suffering. My heart can't be controlled at all, it hurts more than cutting her flesh.

Last time, in order to change her fate against the sky, her hair was covered with silver threads, her body was weak, and the medicine was always on her body.

It hasn't recovered yet, and the magic weapon for exorcising ghosts was cast with blood essence. The wound is shocking, how can it not make people feel distressed!
That is her favorite person, those are her favorite hands, beautiful, warm, powerful, and reassuring.

Shangguan Yanwan sniffed vigorously, since the matter is irreversible, let's try to make up for it.

She picked up his hand, rubbed it lightly on her face, took it to the tip of her nose and sniffed it a few times, spraying her warm breath on the palm of her hand.

"Brother Yifei, is it still hurting?"

Yun Yifei felt itchy in his palm, and a numbness spread from his palm to the bottom of his heart, as if a feather was stirring gently.

Originally, I wanted to say "it doesn't hurt", but when the words came to my lips, I swallowed them back.

Looking at the hairy head, Yun Yifei couldn't help rubbing it lightly, with a hint of cunning in her voice.

"Well, it does hurt a bit."

Shangguan Yanwan couldn't stop the pain in her heart, she held his palm more carefully, for fear of touching the wound.

Looking around, I don't know what to think, I narrowed my eyes, and suddenly kissed it.

"How about this? Does it still hurt?"

(End of this chapter)

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