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When Qiqi sent Mu Chu back to the dormitory, Mu Chu had already closed his eyes and fainted.

His pulse was as weak as if it was not there, and she let her feed him medicine, needles, hang water, and even a heart-strengthening needle. The breath was always as weak as a candle in the wind, and it could disappear at any time. She even found in despair that the remaining breath was still weakening little by little.

In the end, she had no choice but to do anything, and suddenly took out the Hanyue knife, lifted her sleeve, and cut it down on her snow-white lotus root arm. The scarlet blood suddenly overflowed, and the speed was so fast that Wuming couldn't even stop it.

Qiqi pinched Mu Chu's thin lips and dripped her blood into his mouth bit by bit. She did not forget that when he sucked her blood, the sucking poison was suppressed.

She didn't know why the blood on her body had such an effect, and she didn't know if the blood could still save him now, but she was unwilling to give up as long as she had a chance of one in ten thousand.

The blood on the wound was almost gone, from continuous to slow drops. She picked up the knife and continued to cut a bloody mouth, allowing the blood to seep into his lips.

Wuming just stood quietly and looked at her, trying to stop her but didn't dare. But when he saw her lifting the Hanyue knife for the third time, he couldn't help but stretch out his big hand to control her. A pain flashed through his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I don't know if this method is feasible, but if you continue like this, you will fall down."

"Let go." Qiqi didn't even look at him, his voice as cold as frost.

Just two words faint, Wuming subconsciously let go of his big palm and stared at her in a daze, feeling aching in his heart.

The tip of the Hanyue Knife passed by, and another bloody mouth was cut open. The blood slid down Qiqi's arm, and almost no omission fell into Mu Chu's mouth.

She threw the Han Yue Knife aside, held his wrist, and fell on his pulse. Although the pulse was still so disordered and empty, it seemed to be better than before.

Her eyebrows lit up, and she finally found a little confidence. Her blood was really useful to Mu Chu!

Wuming also noticed Mu Chu's pale face. After drinking her blood, he gradually found a little rosy.

But this is still far from enough. His face now looks so white that it is no different from a dead person. Even if he sees this, he will inevitably feel a little uncomfortable, let alone Murong Qiqi who is facing him day and night.

Suddenly, a low and light cough sounded, and Mu Chu's long eyelashes covering his eyes shook slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

After seeing the clear face in his sight, his eyes softened a little. He wanted to speak, but when his thin lips moved, he realized that something warm was sliding into his stomach along his throat.

When he looked closely, he saw the blood overflowing from Qiqi's hands falling little by little between his thin lips.

As his heart tightened, his face suddenly sank. He stretched out his big palm with difficulty, grabbed her hand, and pulled it gently: "Healing... Injury."

His voice was hoarse and powerless, but Qiqi and Wuming could hear it clearly, but Qiqi ignored it and pulled his big palm away, and still forced him to swallow his blood.

But Mu Chu closed her lips and didn't want to drink any more blood from her.

Qiqi put his heart on his chin and landed his right hand on his chin. With a light pinch, he was forced to open his mouth again and swallowed all the blood she had slipped down.

After the blood flowed from the wound on her arm was almost the same, Qiqi relaxed the force on her fingers, and the vague words immediately overflowed from his lips: "If you continue, I will break my tendons and veins."

These words were shocked by Qiqi's heart. He stared at him tightly and said in horror: "No, there are only these, only these are left! A Chu... is already injured. Can you drink it? A Chu, please, after drinking it, I will not hurt myself anymore."

Mu Chu didn't say anything anymore, she pinched her lips. Even if she didn't use much force, it would be too difficult for him to speak. It was a blessing that she could understand such vague words.

After a while, there was not much blood coming out of the three wounds on Qiqi's arm. She slowly let go of his lips, took out a bottle of golden sore medicine from the Heaven and Earth Bracelet, sprinkled it on the wound casually, took a pack of gauze, tied a knot, and ignored it.

He picked up a soft towel and wiped off the bright red blood on Mu Chu. She said anxiously: "A Chu, what do you think? How can you feel?"

Mu Chu didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly.

Qiqi held his wrist again, and his pulse was still so weak. Although it was a little better than before, it was still much weaker than normal people.

She really didn't know how to treat this kind of witchcraft, and she really didn't understand.

Suddenly, she stood up and was about to turn around and leave.

Mu Chu on the bed said hoarsely: "She... was seriously injured. You go begging her now, and it's no different from taking her life."

Qiqi paused, his palm tightly pinched, and a scarlet blood was bitten out of his lower lip, and the blood dripped, but she didn't notice it at all.

He took several deep breaths and tried his best to calm himself down, then turned around and sat down, held his big palm up, and held it in his palm: "I don't know what to do, Achu, Mu Ruyun...she..."

"Is she dead?" Mu Chu's eyes fell on her lips. Seeing that she was injured, she couldn't help but want to reach out and slide her down and wipe it off.

Qiqi grabbed his hand, still held it in his palm, closed his eyes, and nodded heavily: "She is dead, killed by Chu Sihai, and shot her in the heart, and she is already extinguished."

No matter how hard I try to pretend to be calm, I can't calm down at this moment.

Mu Ruyun is dead and Mu Hongyi is seriously injured. What should A Chu do? Who will save her A Chu? Who can save him?

Mu Chu didn't say anything. At this time, he seemed extremely difficult to speak. The pain in his chest seemed to be numb, and his strength was also being lost bit by bit. He knew his body very well. This time, he was afraid that he would not be able to escape.

"I have something to say to you." He tightened his fingers and wanted to hold her little hand tightly, but he realized that he couldn't even use any strength. Even if he just held her with such a simple movement, he was extremely struggling. 1050 just want to talk carefully.

"No, we still have a lot of time in the future. Let's talk slowly until we can." Qiqi took a deep breath and wanted to squeeze out a little smile at him, but only then did she realize that she couldn't squeeze out this smile.

He quickly turned his back to him, brushed his long sleeves gently, and wiped away the tears that accidentally overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

She took out all the things that could be used in the Heaven and Earth Bracelet. She originally wanted to detect his heartbeat, but the only detector was Qin Feng, and there was not much that could be used left here.

Taking out the oxygen hood and trying to cover it on his face, Mu Chu stretched out his hand with difficulty, pushed the thing away from his face, and still looked at Qiqi and said hoarsely: "I really... have something to say to you."

"Stop saying it!" Qiqi almost yelled. What does it mean to talk to her at this time? She doesn't listen, doesn't like to listen, and never wants to listen!

Seeing the despair in her eyes, Wuming held his big palm tightly and slowly retreated aside, staying away from them, and also wanted to leave this little space for the two of them.

But he didn't dare to leave, for fear that Murong Qiqi would do something crazy later. If... if Mu Chu couldn't do it, would she be so desperate that she wanted to go with him?

Qiqi is still fiddling with something.

Mu Chu looked at her silhouette and whispered: "Tell me, talk to me... it's fine, stop busy."

He coughed lightly, and another mouthful of scarlet blood gushed out.

"Shut up." Qiqi took out her surgical box without even turning her head, put it on the low table, took out the syringe from it, and put the needle on it.

Mu Chu realized what she wanted to do, took a deep breath and tried to calm her disordered breath, and then said helplessly: "It's useless, you don't know where it is, unless you dig every piece of meat and blood on my body to see."

Qiqi closed her eyes and finally couldn't help but let out a desperate cry from the depths of her throat.

What should she do? What else can she do now? Apart from using a knife to cut his flesh and see if it is possible to dig out the worm, what else can she do?

How can Mu Hongyi treat him in this situation now? Even when she is in good health, she can't guarantee that she can save him, let alone now!

She had no choice. Why are there such things as a worm in this world? Who invented this kind of trick to harm people? Which damn guy is it? Why did you use this method to harm people?

Although her Achu was a little cold, he could not count the number of people he saved. No matter whether he was a good person or a bad person, at least based on this point, God shouldn't have taken his life early. How could God be so cruel?

She didn't know what to do, but she held the syringe in her hand, but her fingertips were trembling. There was no way, and she couldn't think of any way at all!

How could Mu Ruyun die? Why did she die? Why?

She had no choice, there was no way, there was really nothing...

Suddenly, a big palm fell on her wrist, and she didn't have much strength. She just pulled it gently, and the syringe fell from her fingertips and fell to the ground. The needle broke and she didn't know where the syringe rolled.

She grabbed his big palm and looked back at his eyes that were gradually losing their luster. Tears finally couldn't help but slipped down: "I'm useless, sorry, Achu, I'm sorry, I'm useless at all. I don't know how to save you, sorry, sorry..."

I didn't want to cry or shed tears in front of him, but she couldn't help it, she really couldn't help it.

"Who said you are useless? To me, you are the most powerful and outstanding person in the world."

"Achu..."

Mu Chu smiled slightly, and her vision gradually became blurred, and her face was almost unable to see clearly. He groped to reach out to touch her facial features. He raised his hand to mid-air, but hung down weakly.

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