Murong Yi

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The wounds on Reprint's legs and chest were still oozing blood until now. There was no blood on the gray skin, and he lay there quietly with his eyes closed, as if he had lost his life long ago.In fact, in all fairness, the reprint at this moment has already stepped into the coffin with half a leg.Not to mention the big and small tragic wounds on his body, even the poison of "long drunkenness" that has reached its final stage, can easily kill him if it takes off after half a stick of incense.

Chongjing stuffed several pills into Chongyin's mouth, and Chongyin's complexion didn't improve. When Chongyan saw it, tears were about to come out. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he wanted to get up and rush out to find Zhao Yonglong, but he was caught by Murong Yan who had been silent all the time. He blocked it with one hand.

"Master!" There was mist in his long eyes, his tightly clenched fists trembled uncontrollably, and he growled uncontrollably at Murong Yan, "It's this time and Zhao Yonglong is still gone... He, he won't come to reprint At once……"

Having said this, he paused seriously, looked at the reprint on the bed in pain, then turned around with the corners of his lips tightly pursed,

"Your subordinates are going to find him now! Threats or anything...! No matter what, he will be saved if he doesn't!"

Although Jiang Hai agreed in front of everyone, Zhao Yonglong was notoriously eccentric.They treated him like that at that time, if he didn't save him, there was nothing anyone could do!Seriously, he knew it in his heart, but he couldn't wait here helplessly anyway.

Chong Jing sighed lightly, looked at Murong Yan: "Master... if Mr. Zhao doesn't come here again...reprint...it's true..."

For a moment, both of them stared at Murong Ni closely, with serious expressions on their faces.

Now that Zhao Yonglong has been late to come, and the two of them have extremely special identities, if they were not forced to, how could Yan Yan say the words of coercion by force?But having said that... In fact, in the final analysis, everyone still depends on Murong Yan's idea on how to act now.If he wants to harden his heart and doesn't care about the life and death of the reprint, then no matter how hard they refuse to do it, they can only watch the reprint poison.

However, Zhong Jing knew that this situation would never happen...

But why his master looks like this now, that is because of Jiang Hai just now...

Thinking of this, Chong Jing's heart sank.

Murong Yan naturally understood what Zhong Yanjing and Jing were thinking.

He looked down at the gray-faced man, who was barely breathing.Zhong Fei said that he came out to save him after hearing the news from Murong Yu...

The left rib is in a slight pain, and the pain continues.The pain, as subtle as a pinprick, has never stopped since seeing the man lying on the ground in Prince Rui's mansion.

He slowly got up, walked slowly in front of Zhongyin, slowly stretched out his hand, tremblingly stroked Chongyin's cheek.

...When he touched the reprinted cheek, the emotion that had been hidden under the skin broke free fiercely, and the endless darkness instantly swallowed him whole.

For a moment, everything around me disappeared.

The whole body was split in two by the sharp blade, and all sensations except pain were mercilessly driven away from the body by the intense pain.And the broken limbs that lost all their strength could not support this heavy body at all.

Murong Yan unconsciously staggered a step forward, and put his other hand on his chest, as if doing so would relieve the huge pain that was born.

Looking at the lifeless face in the field of vision... All kinds of pictures that are completely different from it automatically appear in my mind.Fresh, vivid.The time of eight years flashed in my mind, as if it was only a moment, and it seemed that several long centuries had passed...

For this man who has been silently following behind him, deep down in his heart, he has always owed him.

Knowing his feelings, but can not give a full response.He can only keep people by his side selfishly, but he is reluctant to let go.

As Han Xiaoshi, he was hurt too deeply by A Sen, and what he got in return for his complete trust was endless disappointment and pain.Since then, people who have never been interested in things like love have deliberately built invisible walls around them.

He has only lovers, but never had a lover.

But now looking at the thin man in front of him, thinking about why he became like this, apart from heartache, he also unconsciously felt full of remorse and pity...

"...I'm going to find Zhao Yonglong."

The man with his head down suddenly spoke, and both of them were taken aback.

"If he is willing to save people, that's the best. If he is unwilling...heh... I don't need to sell my brother's face!"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the cold tone and force made the other two people in the room shiver.

After Murong Yan finished speaking, she pushed the door open and left.

Then after a short while, he turned around and walked back.Half a step behind is the elegant and calm Zhao Yonglong, dressed in white.After that, there were servants who each carried a medicine box.

Zhao Yonglong's eyes swept across Chong Jing's solemn face, and then fell on the person on the bed.

The servants behind him respectfully and carefully arranged the medicine box on the table in front of the bed, and then quickly slipped out.

After feeling the pulse, he opened Chongyin's eyelids and looked. Zhao Yonglong sat down in front of the bed gracefully with his hem lifted, and waved his hand to signal Chongjing to bring one of the medicine boxes over.

"Can you really save Reprint?"

Standing aside, Reprint swallowed and asked cautiously.

Zhao Yonglong glanced at him blankly, then turned his head and took out a thin black cloth roll from the medicine box, unfolded it, and there were densely packed silver needles of different lengths pinned to it.

Chong Jing walked up to Chong Yan and touched his back secretly, signaling him to stop talking.

Zhao Yonglong took one out of those silver needles, and dipped some of the potion in the opened bottle.

"You two go out, I don't like to have idlers waiting around when I save people." Zhao Yonglong said while slowly piercing the silver needle into Reyin's forearm.

Chong Yan frowned when he heard that, and was about to say something, but Chong Jing stopped him: "Then let's go out first, if Mr. Zhao needs anything, just shout loudly."

After all, he retreated with a reluctant seriousness.

As soon as the two left, only Murong Ni was left among the idlers in the room.

He stood quietly at the end of the bed, watching Zhao Yonglong skillfully pierced several silver needles, then pulled them out indifferently, holding them up to his eyes for a closer look.

Zhao Yonglong observed for a long time before putting down the silver needle.

Murong Yi suddenly became nervous, he unconsciously took a step forward, and before he could speak, Zhao Yonglong's cold voice rang out faintly.

"Don't worry, you can't die."

"... That kid Jiang Hai told me to save him with a sad face. Since I promised, I won't break my promise." Zhao Yonglong said after digging out a few medicine bottles from the box and pouring out a few pills.

"Raising him for so many years, this is the second thing he asked me for." After crushing the pills in the water, Zhao Yonglong signaled Murong to come over and help.

"As a master, I can't bear to let him down when I see how pitiful my apprentice is looking at me..."

Water was poured into Reprint's mouth, and Murong Yan stretched out his fingers to wipe away the water stains that had slipped down, and a few traces of strange emotions dispersed in his drooping black eyes.

"That kid has been like this since he was a child. He looks like he doesn't care about anything. In fact, he is soft-hearted, like a woman... It was the same thing eight years ago... You asked him to leave you early tomorrow, but he didn't say anything. Willing. In the end, that kid Murong Mo forced to come to the door, and there was such an ending, which made me lose my mind all day long. After so many years, the person concerned came to the door again... Really..."

Zhao Yonglong, who is usually not talkative, said a lot uncharacteristically, but his expression was always indifferent, and he couldn't see anything.

"Mr. Zhao may as well speak up if you have something to say, instead of beating around the bush like this."

Not wanting to continue listening, Murong Yan suddenly cut him off.

Zhao Yonglong put down his cup, straightened his robe, and walked in front of Murong Ni.

A smile seemed to flicker across the corners of the graceful lips, but when Murong Ni looked again, the exquisite face in front of her was still completely indifferent.

"I like your pleasure. Make it clear, then."

"I'll save him. In exchange, Jiang Hai will never have any grudges with you again."

A life for an unclear past?

...Speaking of which, it is really a good deal.

Murong Ni was stunned, thought for a while, then slowly raised his eyes, and nodded slightly: "Deal."

Somewhat surprised by his straightforwardness, Zhao Yonglong narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your reaction is different from what I expected."

"Heh." Murong Yi lowered her head again, her fingers gently walked slowly on the reprinted face, "The past is far less important than what you have now."

"..."

Zhao Yonglong looked at him, then lowered his head thoughtfully and licked his lips, turned around and walked outside the door, ordering Chong Yan to get a pen and paper.

When he walked in again, Murong Yan was sitting on the edge of the bed, bent over, kissing the lips of the person under him lightly, her loose black hair was scattered on her back, some fell down to the bed, and a few strands fell on the bed. Pressing the fingers on the edge of the bed, they trembled slightly.

Outside the window, the dawn pierced through the heavy dark curtain, shot into the dim room through the gap, and poured on Murong Yi and the man who was seriously injured and unconscious on the bed...