"Then try it!"
Mu Huai's chest was filled with breath, his eyes were scarlet, and his knuckled fingers touched the soft sword at his waist, danger imminent.
Sang Yu looked at his movements, his leisurely posture was completely different from his, "Here comes someone."
Countless guards suddenly poured in from outside the palace.
Sang Yu's dark eyes flashed across Mu Huai's face, and he raised his lips with a half-smile: "Take him down."
Seeing blood coming again, Sang Yu really couldn't pretend anymore. Youyou opened her eyes and said in a "weak" tone: "Stop..."
Sang Yu saw her waking up, and just as he was about to step forward, he saw Mu Huai step ahead of him and hold Sang Yu's hand.
Sang Yu's eyebrows were raised, and his dark eyes were filled with inexorable violence.
Realizing that Sang Yu's expression was too ugly, Sang Yu calmly took his hand back from Mu Huai's.
She coughed violently until she was almost breathless and then said: "Don't fight for me anymore, cough cough..."
"Yuyu!" Mu Huai looked at her worriedly.
Sang Yu also took a step forward, looking at her nervously.
Sang Yu took a breath and then looked at them faintly.
"Uncle Emperor, Mu Huai, can you please stop fighting?"
The two looked at each other and were both silent.
"Promise me...cough cough cough cough..." Sang Yu covered her lips again and coughed, "Okay?"
She let go of her hand, and a touch of blood stained her lips.
Mu Huai was frightened, "Okay, Yuyu, I promise you."
Sang Yu was deeply relieved. She looked at Sang Yu who was silent again, coughed uncomfortably, and the blood on her lips became more and more intense: "Uncle Emperor, what about you?"
Sang Yu looked at her pale cheeks and hummed in compromise.
"This puts me at ease." Sang Yu fell back and closed his eyes tiredly, "I'm so tired. I want to take a rest. You can go back first."
"Yuyu, I want to accompany you." Mu Huai was worried about her.
"No, I want to be alone." Sang Yu half-closed his eyes, looking fragile and innocent.
Mu Huai could only look at her with nostalgia, then turned and left.
Sang Yu looked at her deeply and walked away.
In the hall, Sang Yu opened her eyes, wiped her bloody lips, and couldn't help but hissed.
Tsk, if it wasn't for these two not to fight, she wouldn't have bitten her tongue so cruelly.
Outside the hall, two figures stood facing the wind, and dangers abounded.
"Sang Yu, I'm warning you, stay away from her." Mu Huai touched the soft sword at his waist, his foggy eyes filled with murderous intent.
Sang Yu's slightly drooped crow-feathered long eyelashes were raised, revealing his dark and cold pupils, and he looked at him coldly.
"You don't think she likes you, do you?"
"She just likes me!"
Mu Huai was extremely sure.
Otherwise she wouldn't have saved him so many times.
Nor that she didn't say no when he kissed her.
There's no way she doesn't like him!
Sang Yu's cold and beautiful face was dyed with a hint of icy smile: "Then we might as well make a bet. If she likes you, I will give up.
If she doesn't like it, leave here immediately and never come back. "
Mu Huai narrowed his eyes and said, "It's a deal."
Sang Yu was very happy when she heard no more news from 38 about the fight between Sang Yu and Mu Huai.
She thought that the two of them had learned to live in peace and stopped being jealous.
After all, when she saw Sang Yu again, his eyes were gentle and no longer as gloomy as before.
"Are you feeling better?" He helped her sit up.
Sang Yu leaned comfortably in his arms, humming softly and softly like a kitten.
Sang Yu put his hand on her pulse. When he saw that the pulse was stable, the worry in his eyes completely dissipated.
He suddenly called her: "Sangyu."
(End of chapter)
