The playful and cute concubine is a little sweet

Chapter 481 Seven Orifices Bleeding
Holding her as she walked, her eyes lost focus: "Qingqing, you have to live well. If you die, I will let the two little bastards fend for themselves."

If she heard this, she would grit her teeth and scold him angrily, looking carefully at the person in her arms, Xiao Yihan prayed in her heart, wake up and scold him again, hit him!
However, the red-clothed woman in her arms tightly closed her eyes, her pale and somewhat transparent face seemed to be asleep.

"No, I will definitely save you!" Holding Yang Qingqing turned into a white light and disappeared into the battlefield.

Hua Luohen looked at the direction they left, and frowned tightly: "Qingqing, you must be safe!"

Ignoring the chaotic battlefield, he chased after it.

Xiao Yihan came to the palace with Yang Qingqing in his arms, and two cute babies ran over.

Looking at the mother in his father's arms, he asked worriedly: "Daddy, why did mother fall asleep?"

Xiao Yihan ignored the two cute babies, and walked towards the room with low air pressure exuding from his body.

He ordered in a cold voice: "Day and night, take care of them and don't allow anyone to come near this room."

"No!" They frowned tightly, hoping that Shangxian could still save them, otherwise they really couldn't imagine what Xianjun would become.

An enchantment was set up in the room so that no one would disturb it.

He helped Yang Qingqing, and sat cross-legged opposite her, with their palms touching, conveying cultivation to her.

After a while, Xiao Yihan's face turned pale, and Yang Qingqing's fair face finally had some color.

"Qingqing, you have to wake up!" Xiao Yihan prayed in his heart.

He continued to convey his cultivation, and because he had conveyed too much cultivation, a mouthful of blood spit out from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't stop.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Yihan stopped the transmission of cultivation, hugged Yang Qingqing in his arms, kissed her soft lips, and pulled away reluctantly.

Their foreheads touched: "Qingqing, I should be the one who deserves to be damned. If I disappear, don't forget me, even if you continue to hate me, as long as you remember me, I love you, but maybe I can't keep you by my side anymore." It's..."

There was a helpless smile on the corner of Xiao Yihan's mouth, and bright red blood began to flow from his eyes, nose, and ears.

Yang Qingqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, she opened her eyes, and the person beside her was Xiao Yihan, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his embrace had become cold.

The person who was so lively and always liked to make her angry, now he has no vitality at all.

She had been looking forward to his death before, but after seeing this scene, she didn't seem happy.

Yang Qingqing's fingers trembled a little, she tried the tip of Xiao Yihan's nose, and his breathing had stopped.

"Yihan...Xiao Yihan..." She yelled his name as if she had lost her soul. Wasn't he fine before he fell into a coma? Why did he suddenly become like this?
Feeling the spiritual power on his body, in addition to the original fragrance of lotus, the spiritual power also contained his bamboo fragrance.

"You saved me, but you clearly know that I hate you?" Yang Qingqing's tears fell like broken beads.

He stretched out his hand to hold Xiao Yihan in his arms, and rested his chin on her shoulder: "Xiao Yihan, I hate you! I hate you! Why do you disregard my thoughts so much, what qualifications do you have to save me, why do you die for me, you Why?"

Holding his clothes tightly, no one answered her cry.

He would never open his eyes again to hear her say she hated him.

In the end, she still owed him.

(End of this chapter)