Feng Yangchu's words forced Chu Junmo to face his heart.

Yes, he was moved and confused about Gu Qiqi - he couldn't control himself anymore!

Every moment, her cute and lively figure lingers in my mind. Her anger and smile always make me miss where she is, whether it is dangerous or not.

Even on the sickbed, I could force myself to get up for her.

Not to mention the dangerous moment, block the bullets for her without hesitation...

He was completely trapped in.

Chu Junmo was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly raised his calm face and asked Feng Yangchu in a rare tone that he usually had: "Second uncle, why can't I be moved? Qiqi is so good, can I not have the right to pursue happiness?"

Feng Yangchu's eyes were a little complicated.

He reached out and patted his shoulder, sighed softly, "Jun Mo, I know Qiqi is very good, and I understand that you want to pursue happiness. But have you forgotten that your heart...it does not allow you to get involved in the love affairs of men and women..."

A hint of pain appeared on Chu Junmo's face.

The location of the left ventricle is faintly swelling and painful.

It's all his damn congenital heart disease, and doctors all over the world can't cure it.

He always took life and death very lightly, but at this moment, he hated his sick body.

Because, heart patients should not have too intense emotional life.

That will become his last death talisman and make him doomed.

Feng Yangchu saw his pain and couldn't bear to sprinkle salt on his wound.

But I also know that if I could not persuade him to completely dispel this idea at this moment, I am afraid... he will become obsessed with Qiqi in the future, and he will be hurt even more deeply and unable to save him.

So Feng Yangchu was cruel and cruel: "Jun Mo, listen to the second uncle, let it go! Or, just find a girl who doesn't care so much to get married and live a life. Otherwise, you will regret pursuing Qiqi!"

Chu Junmo's eyes became more firmer and he shook his head: "I don't want to make do with the relationship."

Feng Yangchu's pupils shrank and he said anxiously: "Did you forget what year this year is? The year of Wuxu! You forgot that Wuxu is your bloody year? What if you have three longs and two shorts... what should you do if you leave Qiqi?"

In the year of Wuxu, the year of Tiangou.

This year will always be Chu Junmo's life and death threshold and a year of blood.

Why do you say "forever"?

Chu Junmo lowered his eyes and suddenly squirmed for a while, his thin lips squirmed: "Uncle II, I decided to use this prescription and find the medicine..."

He lifted up his elegant long gown and took out a piece of yellowed straw paper from his close-fitting clothes.

There is an ancient prescription written in small regular script on it: "One or two cicada sheds, five cents of ice soul..."

In terms of prescriptions, although various medicinal materials are precious and remote, they are not difficult to find. Especially for a big president like Chu Junmo, what medicine can't be found in this world?

only……

The last medicine...

Flame blood, three jun!

This is the real reason why Chu Junmo has never used this prescription.

Flame blood is a very rare type of blood, which is ten thousand times rarer than special blood types such as RH-negative blood.

Such a rare blood type is already hard to find.

What's more, we have to find Sanjun!

What is Sanjun?

The ancients recorded heavy weight, sixteen taels are kilograms, and thirty kilograms are kilograms.

In other words, three jun is ninety jin!

How heavy is the blood in an adult?

That is about eight kilograms.

Even if you choose one in a thousand and find the owner of the flame blood, it is not enough.
Chapter completed!