Until a string of cold tears hit the back of his hand.
Qi Chengyi's red pupils were slightly startled, and then he let go.
Fu Yunqing's body was like a kite with broken strings, and he knelt on the ground in a miserable state. His bun had been torn loose by him, and his lips were swollen and red from being kissed, with some teeth marks on them.
Before she could react, Qi Chengyi's body, which was seven feet high, suddenly fell down and half-knelt at her feet.
He raised his hand tremblingly, wiped away the blood on the corners of her lips with his fingertips tremblingly, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry..."
Fu Yunqing held back his tears, glared at him angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "It's not easy to live once, but I almost got strangled to death by you again."
The poison of quenching resentment cannot be tolerated by ordinary people.
There is no need to guess, Fu Yunqing also knows how much pain Qi Chengyi has endured.
Hearing about the quenching of grievances, one feels like being stabbed by thousands of swords, and is in agony, with excruciating pain as if the internal organs are misaligned, and is in a manic and excited mood. He must either kill someone and see blood to relieve the pain, or take an antidote.
Qi Chengyi fell to the ground in pain, holding himself with both hands, trembling all over, and his face was as pale as a dead man.
He was holding back, holding back from being poisonous, holding back from killing people and seeing blood.
Bear with it and don't hurt Fu Yunqing.
But Fu Yunqing's bloody lips were like a poppy, fatally bewitching him.
He also wants to...
He really wants to...
cannot.
he can not.
His internal organs were churning like knives, and Qi Chengyi vomited out a mouthful of blood in pain.
Qi Chengyi turned around tremblingly, not daring to look at Fu Yunqing's face.
He shrank to the corner little by little, far away from Fuyun Qing.
He closed his eyes in pain.
Anyway, it’s not the first time he’s been so embarrassed.
It's just that he was so embarrassed in front of her, and it was a bit embarrassing.
Qi Chengyi's whole body felt like he was falling into a dark ice cellar, feeling cold and painful.
Just when he closed his eyes tremblingly and was in endless pain, there was a pair of soft arms behind him, gently hugging him into a warm embrace.
Fu Yunqing sat on the ground and held him in his arms.
She made a cut on her wrist, blood gushed out, and she fed all of it into his mouth...
The warm blood is like an antidote, flowing along the lips and teeth, through the throat and stomach like a thread...
The severe pain in my body was all relieved by comfort.
Fu Yunqing held Qi Chengyi tenderly, blood dripping into his mouth little by little, and she also turned pale due to excessive blood loss.
Time passes bit by bit.
I don't know how long it took, but Qi Chengyi woke up in her arms. The raging poison in his body was completely suppressed. The blood-red in his pupils faded and returned to normal.
He looked up and saw Fu Yunqing's pale, almost transparent face.
Fu Yunqing passed out due to blood loss.
It turns out that she meant it when she said, 'Once we form an alliance, good times and bad will depend on each other.'
Qi Chengyi stood up, his sword eyebrows knitted into knots, staring at the woman in front of him who had almost consumed most of his blood to save him, and felt indebted for the first time in his life.
He sighed slightly, wiped the blood from her lips with clean silk, and bandaged her injured wrist.
He gently placed his fingertips on Fu Yunqing's lips where the teeth marks had not disappeared, and rubbed them gently. Thinking of that crazy kiss, he was actually a little... addicted.
Not addicted to blood, but addicted to the kiss between men and women.
After all, he had been single for too long, never married a wife, had a concubine, and never lived in the streets. He originally thought that he was pure and devoid of desires, but looking at it today, he was not so desireless.
Qi Chengyi took off his robe, put it on Fu Yunqing's shoulders, and carefully held her in his arms, like a delicate butterfly that could fly away at any time.
When he was running out of patience, the iron plate above finally opened a small crack, and he saw half of Shen Huaixu's face.
"Sir, wait a moment, I will open the coffin immediately."
Shen Huaixu forcibly pried open the iron plate from the outside and handed it down a long ladder.
Qi Chengyi hugged the unconscious Fu Yunqing and walked out of the grave. He looked at the messy grave and said, "Restore it to its original state. Don't make people suspicious."
"Yes." Shen Huaixu nodded.
Chu Bingke woke up Chen Xuenian, who had fallen asleep, and apologized embarrassedly to Qi Chengyi:
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty the Eighth Prince. I was injured in the arm by a hidden arrow earlier, and I met an enemy again. I finally got rid of the enemy, and then I brought in reinforcements."
Qi Chengyi, Fu Yunqing and others were trapped below for a day and night. When they walked out of the dungeon, it was already dark again.
He carried Fu Yunqing back to his yard, placed her on the bed, and tucked her into bed.
Qi Chengyi stood at the door.
Shen Huaixu knelt on the steps paved with broken porcelain shards, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and said with difficulty: "My savior is late, and I deserve death."
"There's no next time." Qi Chengyi's face was expressionless and extremely cold.
"There will never be a next time..." Shen Huaixu sweated like rain.
"Let Huijinfang find some tonics that can nourish and restore blood."
"yes."
After Shen Huaixu left, there was a faint sound of the quilt being lifted in the room. Qi Chengyi walked over and held Fu Yunqing's hand: "What are you doing?"
"Of course I'm going back to Xuezhiyuan." Fuyunqing replied weakly after losing too much blood.
"Lie peacefully." Qi Chengyi brought a bowl of tonic, sat on the edge of the bed, took a spoonful, blew it gently to cool it, and put it to her lips, "Drink."
"You sound so domineering. If you ask me to drink, I will drink?" Fu Yunqing glanced at him.
"Then I..."
"Then I beg you to drink." Qi Chengyi softened his tone and said, "Miss Fu, please be a good boy and drink some tonic that nourishes blood and restores vitality."
Fu Yunqing didn't expect Qi Chengyi to be so flexible and flexible. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He took the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He sighed: "It's really a loss-making business. I gave up most of my blood to finally detoxify you."
Qi Chengyi snorted lightly.
Fu Yunqing was slightly startled and asked curiously: "Why did you react like this? Did you already know that my blood can cure hundreds of poisons?"
"I thought of it when you were bleeding and detoxifying in the dungeon." Qi Chengyi's answer was vague.
Fu Yunqing said: "Although my blood can detoxify hundreds of poisons, every time the Tempering Resentment Poison is detoxified, it will relapse once a month. If you want to detoxify permanently, my blood alone will not do it. You will also need to add some strange medicine."
Qi Chengyi didn't know where he got the courage, and he held back a sentence: "I'll be your little brother, and you can detoxify me, how about that?"
After hearing this, Fu Yunqing was thinking about whether this deal was a good deal. He raised his eyebrows slightly and joked: "Be my little brother and hit wherever I point."
"You kill people, and I'll take care of you. You set fires, and I add firewood. You cause trouble, and I take care of the aftermath." Qi Chengyi's handsome eyes smiled, "Hit wherever you point, and listen to whatever you say."
"Okay." Fuyunqing smiled sweetly, patted his shoulder and said:
"If you drink my blood, you are mine. From now on, you will be my little brother. I will protect you in everything. If you have a bowl of porridge with me, you will have half a bowl of porridge with you."
At that time, Fu Yunqing didn't know what kind of younger brother she had adopted.
Qi Chengyi curled his lips and smiled, hiding the thoughts in his eyes, and nodded: "Okay."
