In this case, even the four souls cannot help him at all. He can only bear it himself.

"Pu" Huo Yuhao fell on the bed, his eyes closed and his face turned pale. He couldn't hold on anymore, and he really couldn't hold on anymore.

My longing for Dong'er was like a huge wave, constantly impacting his heart.

Dong'er, are you really still alive? He actually always had a thought in his mind. What should he do if the main sect leader and the second sect leader of Haotian Sect were so cold to him because Dong'er died, and all the words were just lies?

This is the situation he fears the most. Although he never dared to think about it in his heart, he would be extremely afraid whenever he had this idea.

I will never see Dong'er? What's more terrifying than this?

"Dong'er, Dong'er, Dong'er..." Huo Yuhao moaned in a low voice, "Dong'er, if you really have left this world, then take me away. Don't leave me alone in this world and suffer alone. Dong'er, I miss you so much."

Tears flowed down the corners of your eyes.

The senior executives of the Northwest Army of the Xingluo Empire would probably never have imagined that the young hero in their hearts, a generation of geniuses, were curled up on the bed, crying in pain, and even their consciousness was no longer awake.

The curtain of the tent was gently lifted open, and a slender figure slowly walked into the tent. Listening to Huo Yuhao's low moans, her body seemed a little stiff, and then she walked towards Huo Yuhao mechanically. Her movements were very slow, as if it was difficult for every step to take.

However, when she really approached Huo Yuhao's bed, she suddenly accelerated her pace, quickly came to Huo Yuhao, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Tears soaked the mattress. Huo Yuhao had such strong sense of perception, and at this moment, he had no idea that there was one more person in the room. He was still curled up there, moaning in pain. His face was so pale, big drops, big drops of sweat and tears mixed together and flowed down.

The slender fingers gently touched his forehead, and the movements were a little stiff and difficult.

Sweat soaked in the white and tender fingertips, and the fingers seemed to tremble slightly. The damp heat came from the fingertips. She was a little trembling and a little dull.

"Dong'er, don't leave me." Suddenly, Huo Yuhao stretched out his hand suddenly and held her hand tightly.

She was shocked and wanted to pull her hand out of his hand. But his hand was tightly held, and this grip was like casting copper and iron.

She didn't break free, but she felt his hands were very icy, terrifyingly ice-cold. It seemed as if the whole body was gone.

Could it be that every time he uses Haodong Palm, he will be like this and suffer in life?

It was strange that after holding her hand, Huo Yuhao became a little calmer, his body trembling became lighter, and his mouth was still murmuring, but the pain seemed to be significantly reduced.

He was so pitiful! Unexpectedly, loving someone would become like this. But why did he transform his love into skills? Why didn’t he find his lover in his heart?

Not far outside the tent, a man was squatting in the shadows, watching her walk into the tent.

A smile appeared on his face and slowly stood up. It seemed that she didn't have to stay there today. She hadn't come out for so long.

Isn’t it the eternal Yu Xu Sanshi?

Yu Hao was backfired by Hao's Dong Palm and his body was weak. Xu Sanshi knew the best, so he actually came back with Huo Yuhao, protecting around and protecting Huo Yuhao.

However, after she entered, she didn't come out for a long time. Tonight, she didn't seem to have to continue to protect her.

Leaving quietly without making any sound.

Inside the tent.

Huo Yuhao had completely calmed down, his breathing became even, and his body no longer trembled. There were occasional murmurs, but less pain.

He held the white and tender little hand tightly with both hands, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and refused to let go of anything. There was a satisfied smile on his face.

He fell asleep. Then the moonlight cast from the tent window, she could see his side face. She came here because she was a little worried about him at that time and was a little curious about his condition.

But at this moment, she found that she could not leave.

If he forced it out, of course, he would be able to do it, but, in that case, he might be hurt. His heart was soft and she didn't do that. He didn't move any more. He just held her hand tightly, curled up there, and slept slowly.

Is this the pride of heaven that everyone is paying attention to? A bitterness appeared on the corner of her mouth. It turned out that behind him was so fragile. It seems that behind his gaining this powerful strength, he paid too much, too much.

But why can he calm down by holding my hand? Is it just because he is comforted?

She took out a square towel with her other hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Even she herself didn't know why she did such intimate actions, and everything was done naturally.

His brows gradually stretched under her wiping, as if she had a magical power that could truly calm him down.

The hands holding her hands gradually felt a little warmer, and they were not so tight. His curled body even stretched out with a slight swaying of his body.

Continue to wipe, gradually, the square towel falls aside, and she gently caresses his hair.

He was not ugly, his facial lines were soft, his closed eyes and his eyelashes were also very long. His pale face had a bit of blood, but the vitality released by him seemed to be stronger than anyone else.

Before she knew it, she was a little dull. Before she knew it, he held her hands tightly and gradually let go under her caress.

"Well..., I can finally leave." She gently retracted the hand he had held before, with sweat on her hands, but she subconsciously clenched her fists, as if she wanted to leave the wet heat.

Gently retracting her hand on his head, she stood up quietly. He was still sleeping peacefully, without any movement.

She quietly walked towards the curtain of the tent, but for some reason, she couldn't help looking back at him every time she took a few steps.

His breathing was still even and there was no change.

Finally, she walked to the door, turned around, and looked at him deeply.

A person who is so persistent in love should be a good person.

Good night, good night, good man!

In the early morning, the warm sunlight shone through the tent windows on Huo Yuhao's face, and the warmth made him wake up from his deep sleep.

Open your eyes, feel the dazzling sunshine, and subconsciously cover it with your hands.

Well? Why is it so late? I haven’t gotten up yet? Usually, he got up in the morning to practice!

Turning over and sitting up, everything that happened last night quickly appeared in memory. Huo Yuhao subconsciously glanced at his starlight sapphire storage ring. Among the storage ring, more than a dozen super-high-altitude soul-detection guides were lying there calmly.

That's right, last night we not only successfully stole the super high-altitude soul detection guide, but also should have killed the crazy bull Douluo. I used Haodong Palm for generations. After I came back, it seemed particularly painful. But why don't I feel anything now?

In the past, after being used for generations, it would not be possible to recover in one night. It would always take a while. Moreover, the next day would inevitably be in a daze.

But at this moment, he felt refreshed and unspeakable, and he felt no sequelae. Instead, he felt like he had a beautiful sleep and overslept.

Strange! Tickling his head, Huo Yuhao stood up and walked out of the tent.

Today is sunny and the air is excellent. Take a deep breath and the fresh air moistens the body, which makes you feel refreshed.

Why do I feel so relaxed? I feel so good? Huo Yuhao asked himself with some amusedness.

But he had no answer. Even if he had something to eat, he wouldn't be able to make his mood better. But today's mood seemed to be particularly good! What happened last night.

Frowning, thinking hard.

He vaguely remembered that he was in great pain at that time, but later, it seemed that Dong'er came, holding his hand, comforting the longing and pain in his heart. Later, the pain became smaller and disappeared. Then he slept very comfortably and comfortably.

Dong'er, is it really you here? Huo Yuhao's eyes were wide open. Could it be that Dong'er had been hiding by my side and was in pain when she saw me? Then she came? And comforted me? It was Dong'er, it must be her, it must be me who felt her breath.

He suddenly turned around and rushed back into the tent like crazy, rushed directly to his bed, and took a deep breath to find the smell of Dong'er.

But, after a night passed, how could there be any smell left? There was only his own taste in the bed.

Could it be that everything is just an illusion? The strong loss made Huo Yuhao clench his fists. At this moment, suddenly, he saw a white corner.

Subconsciously stretched out his hand and pulled it, and a small square scarf fell into his control.

This square scarf is silky, lubricating and soft, and it looks like a girl's skin, with some sweat stains on it.

This can never be mine! This is clearly a woman's.

Huo Yuhao looked back and forth several times, and there was no mark on this scarf. There was only a faint fragrance like orchids or musk.

Dong'er, this seems to really taste like Dong'er.
Chapter completed!