Chapter 157 The Ninth Day

Day nine.

Since yesterday,

Qian Renxue fell into a coma, and she did not wake up until noon on the ninth day.

And at this time, she

Even his breathing has become very weak, as if he might die at any time.

I don’t know how long it has been,

Qian Renxue's fingers trembled with difficulty.

Immediately afterwards,

She suddenly trembled,

He opened his eyes suddenly as if he had just escaped from the quagmire,

Breathing heavily.

She kept squeezing the wound,

"ah!"

But she still gritted her teeth and climbed to Qin Wushuang's side little by little.

at last,

Qian Renxue, who doesn’t have a good spot of flesh on her limbs,

Finally, he turned his attention to his lower abdomen and belly.

Qian Renxue's arms were withered and covered with rolled flesh.

Smiling so happily.

"Wake up... wake up..."

But it’s only for a moment,

Just this action has become very difficult for her now.

The sad eyes gradually turned into tenderness like water,

She was really running out of strength,

"Am I still... good-looking?"

Qian Renxue bit her chapped lips tightly and endured the pain again to pick up the dagger.

Stab it directly into your own belly.

Even the nails fell off during the crawl just now,

How come it doesn't hurt.

"In this life, I have never seen a more beautiful woman than you."

And after she squeezed out every drop of divine blood, she said to Qin Wushuang like a treasure,

at this moment,

Qian Renxue smiled, seemingly not feeling any pain.

"Wushuang..."

"I still have it..."

"I miss you so much..."

But she,

There is nostalgia in the liberation, which is extremely complicated.

She groped for the dagger,

But as soon as her fingertips touched the cold dagger body, she couldn't help but shrink back.

"pain!"

"If I die... you won't be too sad..."

"Wushuang, I really..."

But so what,

It seems that I want to engrave it in my heart forever and bring it into reincarnation.

But as soon as she took two heavy breaths, she couldn't help but turn her head and look at Qin Wushuang,

A look of disappointment suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Wushuang..."

After the words fell, she picked up the dagger again,

"Look...I still have some..."

As the divine blood in her body was withdrawn again and again, she was infinitely close to the end of her life.

Maybe it’s just closing your eyes in the next moment,

She spoke with difficulty,

The sound of "whisping" is like a broken bellows being blown,

There is a possibility of complete misfire at any time.

Qian Renxue gently kissed his eyebrows, the tip of his nose, and his lips,

Full of deep nostalgia and reluctance.

There are thirty million words in the world, but the word love is the most murderous!

Just like Qin Wushuang has no complaints or regrets towards him,

Qian Renxue, who suddenly wakes up, is also willing to sacrifice everything and even her life for him. It is true that there is no trace of murder.

Qian Renxue pulled out the dagger and threw it away.

Qin Wushuang's eyes were always closed, showing no signs of waking up.

"But this...is also good."

She may fall into silence forever and be unable to wake up.

His expression became increasingly paler and became crazier.

"I still have it..."

In the dim lights of Tiandou City, the young man in white held her tightly in his arms,

Tell her in a boy's unique voice,

"Don't move, it looks good."

She raised her head with difficulty,

He rested his head on Qin Wu's legs and stared blankly up at Qin Wushuang's handsome face.

"I'm almost...I can't hold on anymore..."

"Why haven't you woke up yet..."

She raised her head and looked at Qin Wushuang, who was still motionless.

"besides…"

"Xue'er really, really... really want to... listen to you talk again."

"I'm about to die..."

Then he used his flesh-and-blood palm to squeeze the wound on his thigh without stopping.

Until the light golden divine blood seeps out.

But this time,

As if she was dissatisfied, she drew out several bloody wounds.

Once again, pale golden divine blood flowed out.

The voice was intermittent and trembling, with relief in the pain,

"Xue'er... I really want to... I really want to..."

In this short process,

She is also beautiful and has a white head, and is about to turn into a handful of withered bones.

It’s true that everything in the world is unpredictable and fate has its way with people.
To be continued...