"Actually, I have a lot of reluctance, but...it doesn't matter. It's just wishful thinking and delusion..." Zhao Yue'er's voice gradually became lower and lower, and her eyes became darker: "Brother Yu, your embrace is so nice...you can hug me again Can I take a moment?"
Zhao Yue'er's pleading plea full of longing made Li Yu more painful and self-blaming. Without thinking, he held Zhao Yue'er in his arms and fulfilled her last request in his life.
"It's so good... so warm..."
Being hugged tightly by Li Yu, Zhao Yue'er's eyes became a little brighter. The life that was on the verge of burning out came back to light. She didn't even need to take a breather. She spoke a long paragraph smoothly and coherently: "Brother Yu, do you know that I have never I regard you as my younger brother. From the beginning to the end, I have never treated you like a sibling. But a bamboo leaf branch is a bamboo leaf branch, and it will never turn into a sycamore tree. It will never be worthy of the phoenix. I am not worthy of you, I am content to be a brother and sister with you."
Along the way, Zhao Yue'er had passionate eyes and sour words. Although she tried her best to pretend to be indifferent, she still revealed a lot of infatuation.
Li Yu was not a stranger, so he was not aware of Zhao Yue'er's infatuation, but because his heart belonged to someone else, he could only pretend not to know, and hoped that the status of the sibling could dilute Zhao Yue'er's impulsive affection.
Unexpectedly, when Zhao Yue'er was dying, she still couldn't let go of this word of love, which made Li Yu feel both pity and shame, but also helpless.
Because of deep love, Zhao Yueer was willing to play the music control technique for Li Yu at the cost of his life.
Because of their deep love, although Li Yu was moved, he still couldn't accept Zhao Yue'er's affection.
Huanjun Mingzhu sheds tears, wishing she could not meet again when she was not married.
Zhao Yue'er sacrificed her life for him, but he could only be a heartless man and a heartless lover.
It is most difficult to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman. At this moment, this situation is the most embarrassing and hurtful.
Li Yu had mixed feelings, but he could only comfort him with pain and weakness: "Sister Yue'er, you'll be fine, don't worry."
After all, he still couldn't bear to deceive Zhao Yuer'er with lies in her last moments.
He felt that Zhao Yue'er didn't want to hear his hypocritical, hateful and pitiful words about "liking her".
Zhao Yue'er stretched out her right hand with difficulty, touched Li Yu's face, and gently pinched Li Yu's scar-covered cheek.
This was the first and only time she took the initiative to make an intimate move towards Li Yu.
She smiled and said: "Brother Yu, you don't have to be sad, let alone feel guilty. Being trapped in a cocoon seems to be the sorrow of the silkworm, but it is actually the silkworm's luck. Because it never wants to break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly. As the saying goes, the spring silkworm will die. It’s the most romantic way to live until the silk is gone.”
With this smile, Zhao Yue'er smiled very satisfied.
And Zhao Yue'er's life seems to be fully explained in this smile: "It's hard to tell the joys and sorrows when we get together, but a romantic smile will last a lifetime, and we still look forward to meeting again."
After smiling, Zhao Yue'er lost her energy, the right hand holding Li Yu's face was unable to hang down, and her body became stiff in an instant.
Li Yu cried out in pain: "Sister Yue'er!"
Zhao Yue'er couldn't help but let go of her left hand. In her palm were three white porcelain bottles and one brown porcelain bottle, which were the soul-breaking incense and its antidote.
I just heard her intermittently, whispering instructions: "Brother Yu, you don't like plotting, I... I wanted to... use this poison for you, but, but, but it's too late... Could you please be flexible? I am a quiet person..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Yue'er tilting his head and neck, closing his eyes, and there was no sound at all.
"Sister Yue'er!"
Li Yu held Zhao Yue'er's body, tears welling up in his eyes, and his whole mind was empty.
It was as if he had had a big dream. Fallen leaves were falling, the wind was gone, and the world was spinning for a moment. He couldn't tell whether it was a real illusion, whether it was sadness in the dream, or sadness when he woke up?
Only the burning pile of firewood mixed with bamboo branches kept crackling, no matter the sour words and secret laughter, no matter the flute, hate and flute love, no matter the gratitude and shame, it kept crackling.
I don't know how long it took before Li Yu gradually came back to his senses.
Thinking about burying Zhao Yue'er, he reached out to pick up the porcelain bottle of Broken Soul Incense first, but was pleasantly surprised to find that there was still a trace of warmth in Zhao Yue'er's palm. It was not the warmth of the fire, but the real warmth of the palm.
Li Yu was overjoyed, his heart was pounding, and he quickly reached out to check Zhao Yue'er's breath, and found that there was still a faint breath floating around.
Li Yu was overjoyed: "God bless Sister Yue'er, great, great!"
He quickly gave Zhao Yue'er another Huitian Pill and gave himself the Immortal Heart Pill so that the broken bones could regenerate as soon as possible and he could bring Zhao Yue'er to a famous doctor as soon as possible.
By the time of his destiny, Li Yu's legs had recovered to 80%, and he couldn't wait to take Zhao Yue'er to a nearby town for medical treatment. I just found a few medicine shops, but the doctors all shook their heads and sighed, saying that there was nothing they could do to save the day, and asked Li Yu to prepare for the funeral as soon as possible.
For three days in a row, Li Yu traveled to many places, all in vain. To comfort her, although Zhao Yue'er lost consciousness, her breathing continued, making Li Yu unwilling to give up easily.
After using up the Huitian Pills, Li Yu fed Zhao Yue'er the remaining Immortal Heart Pills without any hesitation.
Fortunately, no one had been pursuing or suppressing him during these days. Although Li Yu was secretly surprised, he was still happy and contented himself with it, which suited his mood of not wanting to cause trouble.
From the mouths of many doctors, we learned that there was a doctor in Xunyang City named Sang Ye. This man had superb medical skills and brilliant methods. He was one of the best doctors within a radius of thousands of miles. He might have a glimmer of hope to save Zhao Yue'er.
It's just that Sangye charges extremely high prices. If he doesn't have enough remuneration, he won't treat people easily, so he got the nickname "one money, one life". Therefore, only high-ranking officials and giants of the immortal forest can call on Sang Ye's masterful hands.
After Li Yu got the news, he drove for six more days and finally arrived in Xunyang City and in front of the "Xinglin Hall", pinning his hopes on the leader of Xinglin.
This Sang Ye has a thin figure. Although he is over 60 years old, he has a childish face with white hair and a youthful appearance, which gives people a feeling of vitality.
Sang Ye glanced sideways at Li Yu first, then looked at Zhao Yue'er, casually checked Zhao Yue'er's eyes and mouth, and sighed: "The reason why she can't sleep but still has a breath left is because her consciousness is exhausted too much. The spirit is declining but the body is not declining, the mind is broken but the energy is constant. This disease is a terminal disease that is unique in ten thousand. Even the ten sects of the Immortal Forest are helpless. Please forgive me for my inability to do anything."
This was the first time that Li Yushang had seen someone analyze the cause of Zhao Yuer'er's illness so clearly. He became more and more hopeful and begged, "Please, please take pity on my sister. As for the medical fee, I will spend all I have on it."
While speaking, Li Yu took out emeralds, corals and other objects from his bag, all of which were treasures of the Xianyin Sect presented by Tang Yurou.
Sang Ye's eyes suddenly glowed with heat, and his voice changed from cold and arrogant to eager: "Since I am so sincere, Old Man Sang has to cure your sister's difficult and terminal illness even if he fights with all his strength."
Li Yu heard the implication of Sang Ye's words and was 100% sure of curing Zhao Yue'er. He was even more overjoyed. He suppressed his excitement and said: "The old god's wonderful hand has restored youth. I am extremely grateful!"
Sang Ye smiled slightly and waved his hand: "Don't rush to praise now. The old man may not be able to cure this disease. He just tries his best. The old man will prepare the medicine now, and the little brother will wait a moment."
As he spoke, he walked towards the back hall, then turned around and told the medicine boy: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Your honorable guest is here, why don't you serve some good tea!"
