Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Both sides had their own beliefs and goals, and were deadlocked for a while, but more than two-thirds of the people had already fallen to the ground, and reinforcements arrived soon. It seemed that the other side was at the end of its strength.

The encirclement was getting closer and closer to Song Yue. It was unclear whether she was moving or they were moving.

Seeing that Mo Shisanlu was almost unable to walk steadily, Su Ge pushed him to Yi Fengbai and said, "Take him out."

Yi Fengbai caught Mo Shisan who was about to fall to the ground and immediately took him to retreat. Although there were obstacles, he had the help of Xiao Xinpan after all. On the contrary, Su Ge seemed to be weak and became a breakthrough point.

Seeing that Mo Shisan was successfully brought to Song Yue, Su Ge breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing could happen to him no matter what. Perhaps he was used to choosing other people besides himself, and now he didn't think there was anything wrong. He wondered if there might be someone who would rather he choose himself.

Song Yue took Mo Shisan over, and could barely support his pressing body. She struggled for a long time before moving a little distance.

The sight of blood dragging on the ground was frightening. Song Yue's white clothes, which were originally stained with blood, were instantly soaked, and the sticky touch made people feel uneasy.

I put him on the ground and checked the wounds all over his body, as if every one of them needed to be treated quickly. I barely found the wound that was bleeding the most heavily, and I had to keep an eye on his condition at all times. The conditions were harsh and he had to endure it all by himself.

But perhaps because of the pain, he was numb. Mo Shisan's cold sweat mixed with blood slid down his body. The whitest part of his body was probably his lips.

I felt my consciousness was hazy and reached out to touch the person in front of me.

"Thirteen, it's me. Don't move. You have to cooperate. When you get better, I'll take you home and let my father pick a good day. Then you can name our child. We'll travel around the world with the child and uphold justice. If you don't like it, we can just build a piece of land..."

Describing the beautiful life in the future actually made Song Yue's distracted eyes brighten up a bit. She was very happy. Most of the time, the patient's willpower is much better than the doctor's treatment, and the effect is much better.

Song Yue couldn't panic or lose her composure at this moment. The fear she should have shown when facing her relatives in her previous life was gone, as if the person in front of her was just an ordinary patient.

It is said that doctors do not treat themselves, isn’t it because they care too much?

When Song Yue discovered this transformation in himself, he felt that his skills had improved a bit. Of course, this transformation was only considered successful if he could carry out this idea in an orderly manner after discovering it.

Mo Shisan rarely saw her so focused. He felt that she, who was so pure and flawless, should always be like this. Her heart was full of hope and her spirits were high. It was completely impossible to tell that the previous expression was emanating from her face.

Just one discovery made his pupils shrink sharply. Then he turned over and protected her under him. The silver needle pierced his skin, but the pain was completely negligible. It was far less despairing than the pain from his heart.

The silver needle also pierced Song Yue's skin. When she discovered something was wrong, Mo Shisan had already pinned her down. She watched helplessly as the man with unsteady steps staggered, picked up the knife, and pounced down with all his strength. The long blade pierced Mo Shisan's body, and even his own body, which could not support itself, fell on Mo Shisan.

However, he did not feel any gravity at all. He only felt that his chest was about to be pierced by the sharp tip of a blade, and the place that was completely pierced was Mo Shisan's heart.

The silver needle in his hand was swung straight towards the man's neck, but it pierced steadily into the back of his hand.

"Thirteen!"

Mo Shisan couldn't help but speak, and the blood in his mouth sprayed all over Song Yue's face, but he still wanted to help her wipe it clean, perhaps because he wanted to look at her a few more times in the last time.

Song Yue was almost incoherent as she pushed the lifeless man away with all her strength, and the tip of the knife penetrated her skin completely.

He was suddenly pushed away by Mo Shisan and fell to the ground. He did not dare to delay for a moment and stood up to check on Mo Shisan's condition. He fell backwards and knelt on the ground. What supported him was the handle of the knife and the body of the man he had just pushed away.

Song Yue quickly ran to his side, but faced with his current state, she seemed particularly at a loss. After a moment of hesitation, she supported his body from the side and lied to herself, "Thirteen, hold on. I can save you. Just hold on and you'll be fine soon."

Looking carefully at the edge of the knife, I felt more hopeful than despairing, as if I had really found hope.

Mo Shisan's consciousness was scattered, and he could hardly hear what she said. His hands rose and fell in the air, and he didn't have the strength to turn his head. He muttered so softly that he couldn't even hear himself.

He didn't want to face a blank space in his last conscious moments, and was eager to express his emotions. The blood gushing out choked his mouth and nose, and he kept coughing, which consumed more energy. He fell limply in Song Yue's arms. Song Yue was very familiar with this situation, and she held his arm tightly, trying to wake him up.

Mo Shisan finally felt her presence and held her tightly, unwilling to let go. However, the slippery blood always made his hand slip again and again: "Yue..."

Song Yue finally stopped and listened to his voice.

He called out in a trembling voice, "Thirteen, Thirteen?"