"Yi, you will be fine, and you will stay with me forever!"

His eyes were getting blurry, and Ling Mulao could already feel the weakness in his whole body. As the blood drained away little by little, his whole body became light and airy as it gradually became colder.

However, she still held her fist tightly. As long as more blood could be retained, more of the poison in Nangong Yi's body could be removed, and then he could live safely.

In the past, she didn't know what love was, but now she finally understood the meaning of the sentence "Asking what love is in the world can tell people whether they will live or die together."

Nangong Yi, this is the man she has identified with Ling Mulao all her life, so she must protect him even if she risks her life, just as he once said to herself.

His vision became increasingly blurry, and his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly open his eyes. Ling Mulao bit his lips fiercely and tried his best to stay awake with his last breath.

"No, girl~ don't~" There was no sound anymore, Nangong Yi just made mouth movements and prayed word by word.

There were ripples in the deep eyes of the narrow eyes. The corners of the eyes of the man who would not shed tears when he saw his mother dying in front of him were wet.

Nangong Yi thought he was strong enough to face death, but when he saw Ling Mulao's face turning pale and life passing by, he could no longer control the fear in his heart.

Tears fell one drop at a time, and the cold liquid slowly slid down, blurring his vision. However, he saw a bright smile on Ling Mulao's lips.

Beautiful, so enchanting, so beautiful that nothing can be found.

"What are you doing?" At the moment when their eyelids became heavier and heavier, Ling Mulao and Nangong Yi faintly heard a sharp shout.

There seemed to be two figures shaking in front of him, one blue and one black, but before he could see their faces clearly, Ling Mulao's figure flickered, and he lost consciousness as soon as his vision went dark.

The body floats lightly in the air, as soft as walking on the clouds.

In the haziness, Ling Mulao seemed to see many, many people, some he didn't recognize and some he knew.

Sometimes there was feasting and feasting, sometimes she was in a state of intoxication, and she walked alone on the streets of the bustling metropolis; sometimes there were pavilions and pavilions, and sometimes the sky was blue and the land was vast, she was running hurriedly in a fantasy world.

Like a dream, but not a dream, Ling Mulao felt a severe headache. He looked at the people and things shaking rapidly in front of him at a loss, and began to struggle desperately.

"Girl, girl~" An anxious voice sounded faintly in my ears, full of magnetism but very haggard.

Nangong Yi is Nangong Yi’s voice.

When Ling Mulao heard this, she suddenly opened her eyes. The dazzling light shone into her eyes and she couldn't help but squint slightly.

"Girl, are you awake?" It is still Nangong Yi's unique magnetism, and such a voice has a seductive sex appeal.

Ling Mulao raised his brows and saw that handsome face in front of him, but his eyes were bloodshot, his lips had a slight trace of whiskers, and his face was so haggard that it looked as if he hadn't slept for several nights.

"Yi~ Are you okay?" Ling Mulao opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and weak, but he tried very hard to hold back the pain in his wrist and slowly raised his jade hand, gently stroking the other person's cheek with his fingertips.
Chapter completed!