Don't run away, lady: pick up a witch to farm

Chapter 220 Don't Hurt Yourself
"You know, my identity will be discovered at some point, and at that time, I'm afraid it will cost you your life. Is it worth it?" Yao Yun said mockingly.

"Whether it's worth it or not is up to me. Besides, as you said, your identity will be discovered at some point. As for me, I am the only one beside you who is not your subordinate and is not your relative." But I know your identity, aren't you afraid of the informant's attacking me? If that's the case, wouldn't it be better to tie me by your side?" Feng Qingchen asked loudly.

Yaoyun knows that, in fact, what Feng Qingchen said is indeed the best way to keep it secret, but Yaoyun is also sure that Feng Qingchen will not betray herself, but. ． ． ． ． ．

"What do you like about me? What do you think you are capable of doing for me?" Yao Yun turned around and asked with a contemptuous smile.

"I like you, I like you immediately, no matter what you have, I like you as a person, as for what I can do for you, as long as you need, I am willing to let me die." Feng Qingchen looked Seeing that contemptuous smile, I felt a pain in my heart, not because of myself, but because of the Yaoyun opposite me.

In front of me, do you want to use these to disguise yourself? Am I that untrustworthy? Then why do you never hide your identity and let me get closer, unable to extricate yourself.

"How old are you, if you like it, it's only for a while, two years, three years, or even five years, how long do you think you can keep it, besides, me and you, apart from those two lives, there is also this After three years of correspondence, you think you can understand me well." Yaoyun really wanted to scream out hysterically, but it couldn't be done, with his clenched fists, his nails dug deep into his flesh, a trace of Blood dripped from his fingers.

"Don't, don't hurt yourself, let go of your hands, listen to me, let go of your hands." Feng Qingchen's eyes were frightened by the overflowing blood, and he stepped forward and hugged Yaoyun into his arms, coaxing softly arrive.

"Yun'er, good boy, if you think I'm not mature enough, then I will learn to be mature. If you don't want to marry, then I can marry you. If you think it's too early, then I'll wait for you. If you think I won't You are under pressure, then I will leave, but please, don't hurt yourself." Even though the words of leaving are like sharp thorns in the heart, but for the sake of the person in her arms, Feng Qingchen still uttered the words of leaving , I just beg the person in my arms not to hurt myself again.

What's wrong with me, why I'm so excited, why I feel so uncomfortable, Yaoyun can't figure out why I am like this, just let Feng Qingchen hug me so stupidly, those soft words seem to have magic power, bit by bit Comforting himself a little bit, Yao Yun slowly followed Feng Qingchen's words and let go of his clenched hands.

Seeing that the person in her arms finally sent her hand away, Feng Qingchen quickly held the jade hand in her hand, the eight deep crescent moon imprints were still slowly overflowing with bright red blood, which hurt Feng Qingchen's heart Eye.

Pulling out the veil, quickly and gently wiped the blood clean, then took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, bit off the cork with his mouth, held the injured jade hands in one hand, and gently sprinkled the powder on the blood with the other hand. On those injured jade hands.

(End of this chapter)