[10] Yuanyang Ci 37 He spit out another mouthful of blood, You Meng: Yuan! What happened to you... (2 more completed)
Su Zhi stood up with a gloomy expression and walked straight to the door.
Youmeng sat quietly, motionless, and his figure gradually drifted away in the afterglow.
This time he didn't stop anymore and opened the door and went out.
When Juxu saw him come out, he looked at the room in confusion: "Young Master, why don't you stay with me..."
He seemed to have not heard of it, and his eyes were deep, and he walked down the steps. Juxu realized that something was wrong, so he closed his mouth and stopped asking.
Su Zhi followed each step, walking slowly, his eyes were dull and he had no feelings for everything outside.
When Juxu saw this scene, he felt very sad. When did his young master, who was proud and arrogant, look so distraught?
It seems that the little princess really fascinated his heart and became his disaster.
The room became empty, and Youmeng sat alone in the deep ward. Her eyelashes moved slightly and tears suddenly fell to her eyes, passing her cheeks lightly and slowly, and her mood gradually became cold.
"You used all your means to force me to believe that you loved me, but you didn't have any sincerity."
Her sad voice lingered in her heart, and she wanted to tear his heart in half.
"I don't owe you anything, why did you mess with me..."
The winding paths were secluded, and he walked silently into the depths of the roses. The bright red and dense roses on both sides reflected the moonlight, as sad as blood.
From the beginning of taking the first step, he knew that this was a path of no return.
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The next morning, Su Zhi had already asked someone to prepare a carriage and horse and send Youmeng back to the princess's mansion.
Youmeng stopped in the middle of the courtyard, looking at the man on the steps under the eaves from afar. He was still wearing a half-maze mask and was also looking at her quietly.
"We have said that we will never meet again in this life, but we will break our promise every time." Youmeng's apricot eyes drooped lightly, and bitter ripples appeared on the corners of her lips. "This time, is it really gone?"
She didn't deliberately wait for his answer, because she knew he wouldn't answer, so she turned around and walked away from him.
Su Zhi followed his eyes. Every time she took a step, it seemed as if a sharp blade cut into his flesh and blood, allowing him to taste the pain of heart-devouring.
Suddenly, his chest twitched, and he bent his head with pain, and then a large mouthful of blood popped out.
"Young Master!" Juxu beside him exclaimed in shock.
Youmeng was frightened by the sound, and hurriedly turned around and saw Juxu supporting Yeyuan. Yeyuan seemed to be exhausted, covering his chest with his hands, and he was about to collapse down.
"Yuan!" She ran back to the steps quickly, and saw the blood on the ground, her face turned pale, holding the face under the mask in both hands to call him, "What's wrong with you..."
He raised his eyes weakly, his cold eyes fell on her, and the red blood overflowed from his lips, his lips were charming and intoxicating.
He was stimulated that day, causing the Bingwei Tox to occur early, and the toxicity hurts the heart and lungs, and has not yet recovered. These days he was concerned about Youmeng's safety and has not been properly conditioned. He fought with Qi Miao last night, consuming too much internal energy. After that, he was sad for her and completely aroused the remaining poison in his blood, which made the qi and blood attack the heart.
"Yuan..." At this moment, Youmeng threw everything behind her head. Seeing him like this, her heart was like a knife, "Look at me and tell me what's wrong with you..."
His blood-stained lips twitched slightly. He wanted to say something, but he didn't expect another severe pain to come. He couldn't help but spit another mouthful of blood, and this time it fell directly on her hands, as if a cluster of bright red roses bloomed in her palm.
Youmeng was shocked. Regardless of his blood in his hands, he hugged his face tighter, and the blood spread in his palms, staining his face.
Su Zhiqiang held on to suck the acupoints for himself to let the blood flow back, and said hoarsely: "Don't be afraid, I'm fine..."
So much blood... Isn't that okay?!
Chapter completed!