Qiqi took Mu Chu's big palm back and landed his palm on his face. She leaned over and said hoarsely: "Can I try drinking my blood again? Ah Chu, we can't give up, you can't give up, you can't give up, you can try drinking my blood, okay?"

Mu Chu shook his head, closed his eyes, and it took a while to slowly open it: "I know my situation very well. Your blood can only be exchanged for my awakening for a while, but it cannot continue my life."

He paused, coughed lightly, and then coughed lightly, and then coughed two more mouthfuls of blood.

Seeing him vomiting blood, Qiqi's heart was so painful that he could hardly bear it. He held up his sleeve and kept wiping the blood on the corners of his lips, but the blood continued to overflow and could not be wiped out at all.

Mu Chu ignored it, and gently stroked her eyebrows with his long fingers. He took a breath and said softly: "Baoer has had a bad nose since she was a child. She is prone to illness in autumn and winter. Remember to make a few sachets with mint leaves and fennel seeds after autumn every year, so that she can wear them around her often. If you feel your nose itchy or your breathing is not smooth, use it to smell it..."

He slowed down and it was actually extremely difficult to speak, but he was afraid that if he didn't say it at this time, he would have no chance in the future.

He stopped Qiqi from speaking with his eyes, and he continued: "I have studied a lot of herbs with Chu Xuanchi's white hair. Some of his experiences are written in the booklet, right in my Qiankun bag, look back... Cough cough, go back and try them one by one according to the herbs I have recorded, and maybe there is a chance to recover."

"Achu..." Qiqi bit his lip, and tears fell a few more times. He had so many things in his heart, but she never knew it.

He is wholeheartedly devoted and is all for others, what about himself? Has he thought about it for himself?

Achu...

But Mu Chu did not stop and said, "Prince Nan is in poor health. Although he is getting better now, he is most likely to suffer from wind and cold when the weather changes. Remember to make more decoctions for him to revitalize qi and blood in the future, and often replenish his body. In a few years, he will become stronger..."

"Achu, stop talking." She picked up her sleeve and wiped the falling bloodshots for him. Her heart hurt like a knife. Every time he said something more, she felt more heartache. He said again, she really wanted to cry loudly.

Mu Chu still ignored it, still clenched her hand tightly, and said hoarsely: "Although the toxins on my mother's body have been removed, her body has been damaged. In the future... I will take care of me some time, I... cough, cough cough..."

He coughed, and the blood on the corners of his lips always surged very quickly, but he still didn't want to stop: "I have a few notes in my Qiankun bag, all of which are my experience in practicing medical treatment over the years. I have been writing it for more than two years, but there are still many things that I haven't had time to write. You are so smart, as long as you read it, you will definitely remember them all in your heart. Unfortunately, I can't continue to teach you..."

"Achu..." She whimpered and rinsed her tears.

Even Wuming, who was standing in the corner, couldn't help feeling sad. He turned his face away and dared not watch the scene on the bed again.

There was no pain in Mu Chu's eyes, and there was still a smile on the corner of his lips. He looked at her face and said softly: "Actually, I am happy to see you cry for me, but I still don't want to see you cry."

His long fingers passed through the corners of her eyes and wiped her new tears on his fingertips. He slowly withdrew his hand, put his index finger to his lips, and held the tears.

His thin lips, which occupied blood, were red. At this time, he looked a little more enchanting than usual, but it was a pity that this beauty was too desolate and beautiful, so beautiful that it was unbearable to look at it.

"You are in poor health, don't always take those medicines. I recorded a massage method in the booklet. If you don't want a child, you can massage within an hour before sex. Although it is not guaranteed to be absolutely effective, it will definitely be better than taking those medicines."

His gaze became even more blurred, and the little face in his gaze was almost completely unseen. He felt panicked and he raised his hand hard to touch her.

But his hand swayed in front of her, but he could never touch her face.

Qiqi bit his lip, grabbed his big palm, leaned over his face, and said hoarsely: "Achu, it's okay, there's nothing wrong, don't be afraid, I won't let you have something wrong, there's nothing wrong..."

She could see clearly the panic in his eyes. When he was frightened to find where he was, she suddenly realized that he was not afraid of death, but that he would never see her again after death.

But his eyes, which were more beautiful than the black stone, were dimming little by little, and his pupils were slowly dissipating. His life was almost over.

She couldn't see her face clearly, but she could still feel her existence through her palms. Mu Chu still shook her thin lips. Although her voice was so light that she couldn't even hear it herself, Qiqi could still hear it clearly: "I just want to... just want to ask you the last question. If you... come to this era and the first person you meet is me, would you... choose me? Qiqi, would you?"

"I don't know, I don't know! Achu, I really don't know..." She finally couldn't help but pounce on him, hugged him hard, and cried: "Don't ask, Achu, don't ask again! I don't know, I don't know anything. Achu, there will be a miracle. You will be fine and will be fine!"

Mu Chu stopped talking, something fell from the corner of her eyes and fell on his lips, salty, her tears.

That was the tears she shed for him. Although she couldn't bear to see her cry, her heart was filled with her reluctance and concern for herself at this moment.

If a person really has a next life, then he must find her first in the next life than Chu Xuanchi, and then stay with her side, not giving Chu Xuanchi a chance to get close to her.

In this way, she might fall in love with him, and maybe there would be no second man in her heart.

He just didn't know where he would be in his next life. When he crossed the Naihe Bridge, would he defeat Meng Po with his martial arts and prevent her from having the chance to pour that bowl of Meng Po soup for himself?

I knew that there would be such a day, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. I suddenly felt a little panicked. He still had a lot of things to do and a lot of things to explain.

"Qiqi, Qiqi..." He called hard, but he didn't know if his voice was shouting. He still had a lot of words, without asking about love, and not making things difficult for her, but he really had a lot to say.

She is afraid of the cold in winter, so she can soak her feet in mugwort water first when she sleeps at night. After soaking for a stick of incense, she can sleep peacefully all night.

Sometimes she is too busy and always has poor rest. She can drink a bowl of soup made of angelica and magnolia before going to bed, which will make it easier to fall asleep.

She had a bad stomach and he had not had time to tell her to eat on time in the future...

He still had many words to give in, thinking that he would have at least a few years of life and could explain it slowly in the future, but he didn't expect that the day of death would come so suddenly.

“Qiqi…”

His eyelids were very heavy, and he was in darkness before his eyes. He could no longer see her face, no longer hear her crying, no taste of her tears...

Suddenly, I was really panicked, afraid that I would not see her again from now on.

I wanted to open my eyes and look at her face, but I could do nothing...

The big palm she held in her hand became colder and colder, until she could not find any warmth at all. Qiqi raised her head from his arms and looked down at him. On that stunning face, long eyelashes covered her eyes, a little fragile and a little sad beauty.

His face was as light as water, but there was still a sad face between his eyebrows that seemed to never be dissipated. He was quiet and seemed to have just fallen asleep.

But there is no pulse...

The big palm, without any temperature, slid from her cold fingertips and fell heavily on the bedding. Her eyes were frozen on his face, and her eyes completely lost their luster in an instant.

There is no pulse... there is no pulse beat at all...

The body was cold little by little, besides him, she was also there.

Her Achu, when she met in the evening this evening, was still talking to him, and even comforting her that as long as she didn't give up, there was hope.

But now, it's only two hours, and her Achu has no breath...

"Achu..." She stared at the stunning man who seemed to be sleeping in the bed, calling out in a dumb manner, fearing that his voice would disturb his peacefulness, and fearing that his voice would be too small, he would not hear it.

If he can't hear it, would he be reluctant to wake up?

"Achu." She called out again, holding his big palm and shook it gently, "Achu, I haven't answered your question yet. We haven't finished talking yet. You wake up and wake up. I still have a lot to tell you. There are still many questions that have not been understood. If you don't wake up, who will answer me?"

"Stop sleeping, wake up and talk to me."

"Don't sleep. There are still many things waiting for you to do outside. If you sleep, I will not be able to deal with it alone."

"Achu, is it okay to get up? Don't be lazy, don't push all your life to me."

"I haven't woken up yet. When I go to face it alone, I will be scared in my heart. A Chu, actually I am really scared. I am afraid that my mother will be sad, A Chu..."

"I asked me to invite my mother back. Achu, wake up, I haven't talked to you yet."

"Achu..."

Shaking his palm and shaking it gently, he was still unwilling to open his eyes and look at her. No matter how she called, he just didn't want to wake up.

She held his palm tighter, her voice hoarse and weak: "You lied to me again. You said that as long as you don't give up, there will be hope. I haven't given up yet. Where is my hope?"

Where is her hope? Where is her hope...

From the corner of her eyes, she saw the Han Yue Dao thrown by An Jing, and she dullly picked it up.

As long as they don’t give up, there will be hope. They can’t give up, they can’t give up...

A cold light flashed, and the Han Yue Knife fell hard towards her arm...

A big palm suddenly held her hand hard, tightened her fingertips, and the Han Yue Knife flew out of her hand.

Wuming pulled her up and shouted: "It's useless, he...he can't use it anymore!"

"No, there is still hope, we still have hope, he can get better." As long as she continues to feed Achu her blood, he will definitely get better.

He will get better!

"Wu Ming, let me go, I want to feed him blood. You let me go, let me go!"

Wuming did not let go, but hugged her in his arms and said hoarsely: "Qiqi, he...he is gone, he can't drink your blood."

"No!" Qiqi roared loudly and said angrily: "He is still here, we still have hope, and there is still hope!"

She struggled hard, but Wuming locked her in her arms, preventing her from continuing to hurt herself.

The facts, no matter how difficult it is to accept, they always have to face them.

There was foggy at the corner of his eyes, but he still shouted at her: "He is gone, ! Mu Chu is gone, he is dead!"

"No! A Chu will not die, he will not die!" Qiqi tried his best to struggle out of his arms, but he was still powerless. A burst of blood surged in his chest, and a mouthful of blood flowed out like this.

"Achu won't die, he won't! Let me go! Let go!" He bit his lower lip, which had been bitten, and the roar that overflowed from the lips completely shook the entire night sky: "Ah..."

The heart hurts so much, it hurts so much...
Chapter completed!