Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

After struggling to open his eyes, he finally saw the person he had been thinking about. He raised his arm and placed it on her face, forcing a smile uglier than crying: "Yue, Yue, your hand is used to save... cough cough cough, cough cough cough, save people, don't, don't..."

Song Yue didn't want him to waste any more energy, so she finished what he hadn't finished. "I know my hands are for saving people, not for killing. Can you stay with me? Don't worry, I've been in your situation before, and I can save you. Just hold on and don't fall asleep, okay?"

Mo Shisan looked at her bloody and blurred face with longing, and nodded several beats late.

Song Yue thought that he really still had the strength to hold on.

He didn't know when more people started to appear around him. Bo Qiu looked at their situation and then at Su Ge, who was obviously exhausted and covered in blood. He left some people to help Song Yue and ran towards the staggering figure with a clear goal.

It is extremely irrational to move patients now.

We had to ask for external help.

Su Ge's eyes were dizzy, but he still did not forget to look at Mo Shisan's situation through the crowd. He just couldn't react for a long time. The sky and the earth were shaking. The last setting sun in the sky echoed with the bright red on the ground, indicating the tragedy here.

The two reds seemed to merge into one, and were eventually swallowed by the darkness.

Before Bo Qiu could reach him, he had to watch him fall down. It goes without saying what would happen if the prey in a wolf pack fell down. Fortunately, he was not the only one paying attention to Sugo.

Yi Fengbai's goal has always been to get to his side, and now, all the wolves pounce on one prey, which naturally gives others the opportunity to prey.

He only needed to deal with the two people in front of him to reach his side. His potential was stimulated, helping him block the overwhelming swords and bring him out under Bo Qiu's external attack.

As if sensing the presence of his teammates, Sugo subconsciously grabbed the life-saving straw beside him.

The clash of swords and shouts woke his supported body. He opened his eyes and saw an empty space in front of him. There was no one blocking his sight anymore, and he could see the person he had been worried about at a glance.

Song Yue was busy. He tried to stand up straight, and withdrew all the strength he was leaning on others. His sword was placed on the ground. If you didn't look at his fingertips and joints that were white from exertion, you would probably think that his condition was not that serious.

He pushed the person next to him and said, "Go and help her."

Yi Fengbai looked at him with a complicated expression. Compared to Song Yue, he felt that Su Ge needed more help.

Mo Shisan only felt extremely tired, his eyelids kept drooping, his lips moved, as if he said something but no one heard him. The scene in the dream had already attracted him, and his already blurred consciousness could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

Song Yue seemed to have telepathy and suddenly grabbed his hand: "Thirteen, Thirteen."

She called out again and again, but there was no response. She didn't dare to verify the truth of her guess.

She was honestly shedding tears, and the busy people around her stopped and turned away reluctantly. Su Ge still saw the situation he least wanted to see, and he walked behind Song Yue and patted her shoulder, as if silently comforting her.

But as if something had been triggered, Song Yue looked up at him and forced a smile: "Shushu, I can still save him, right?"

"Yes, I can still save him, I can still save him..."

He kept repeating this sentence as if he was possessed by a demon.

Su Ge couldn't ignore her, so he slowly squatted down with his sword in hand, probed his fingers under Mo Shisan's nose, and felt for her pulse. Song Yue's judgment was correct.

I withdrew my hand and sat quietly aside. At this moment, any words would be pale, powerless and futile.

He grabbed her hand that was moving restlessly on Mo Shisan, his tired eyes still full of comfort: "Yueyue, calm down."

Song Yue couldn't help but hugged Mo Shisan and didn't move. Tears just kept falling, which made Su Ge's heart ache.

After sitting with her for a long time, he became more and more tired. His eyes kept blinking. He struggled to get up from the ground, took a deep look at the motionless person on the ground, and moved a few steps away.

"Boqiu."

It was convenient that Bo Qiu appeared in his sight.

"Keep an eye on her."

Bo Qiu hesitated and asked, "This?"

"This is an order!"

Although he was barely breathing, his eyes were filled with determination: "Everything depends on her. I hope she can do it well."

Bo Qiu couldn't disobey him, and he knew what was important, but he couldn't help but worry. Besides himself, the only person Su Ge could trust and be loyal to was Chu Wu, but if he left him behind, what would he do?

I watched his slowly receding back, speechless for a long time.

Looking back, the chaotic scene was no longer there. All his strength had been drained away. He sat against the wall, holding his sword. His eyes were empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking. His consciousness gradually became blurred, and his head tilted to the side.

The person who was automatically ignored shook his head and walked forward, picked up the bloody man formed by the fusion of his own blood and the blood of others, and walked out of the alley from the other side.

I don't know what he's so stubborn about. I always feel like he doesn't care about himself, but why is he the same with others? He's so stubborn about one person to such an extent, and I don't understand the emotional connection between them.

I just felt like I didn't know him well enough to even feel bad for him. We didn't even have many mutual friends, so maybe it was only me who felt our relationship was special, but he didn't think so.

I felt very depressed, but once I sent him to the clinic, I had no chance to feel melancholy anymore.

Perhaps the goal was not achieved, and one day was enough to catch several spies.

But this time Su Ge didn't sleep for too long. He was extremely restless in his dream and called Song Yue's name countless times.

Yi Fengbai thought that he had always heard him calling his name in his dreams, so he thought that at least there was a place in his place that belonged to him alone. He was also annoyed that he did not have any deep memories of him in his dreams, and sometimes he wanted to enter his dreams to see what he looked like.

But now even the last special thing no longer belongs to him alone. He is really too careless. How can he accommodate so many people at the same time?

He was lost in thought, his hands were clenched tightly, and he saw that he had been sweating profusely without knowing when. He opened his eyes quickly and was about to sit up, but was quickly pressed down on the bed.

The joy was still there because Doctor Zhuang said it would be good if he could wake up.

"Where's Yueyue?"

The light in his eyes dimmed, but he answered honestly: "She's fine."

Su Ge struggled hard: "I'll go see her."

"What are you doing? Take a look at yourself first. Why are you trying to show off?"

The words were very stern, without the usual indulgence and timidity, and the body language coordinated to pin him down on the bed.

But blood still seeped out from the white gauze, the red was glaring, as if it was mocking him all the time.