These three words made him murmur a little bit of a demand.

He called over and over again, even though he could not hear any response.

How could Su Jiuer respond to him? She is not here, let alone crouching in his arms and letting herself hold her.

All possession is just because it is a dream.

The skin is as smooth as brocade and has a soft and smooth touch.

If this is a dream, he can do anything about desire to her.

But he did not have any rude actions or reactions at the moment. He just silently tightened his arms and hugged Su Jiuer in his arms.

Su Jiuer once slapped him in the face.

Such a level of pain is not worth mentioning, but what makes Yan Yunxiao at a loss is Su Jiuer's disgusting eyes and stubborn crying.

It was Su Jiuer who let him see his selfish heart clearly, so he always felt guilty in front of Su Jiuer.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered his mother.

Did he really get her if he thought he had gotten her?

Could his father really get her mother?

Yan Yunxiao knew better than anyone else that her mother never gave her heart to his father.

He believed that this was his father's sorrow.

And this sorrow comes from his strength, his capture, and his superiority.

He let go of Su Jiuer, which is also a kind of forgiveness to himself.

So he no longer clings to possession of desire.

He hoped that Su Jiuer would remember his goodness.

Always remember.

His eyelids were very heavy, so heavy that they could not be lifted up, and even a little light could not be penetrated.

I felt Su Jiuer lying in front of him and shaking his body, and his voice was slightly hoarse and subtle, as if calling him to get up.

The sound is low and shallow, Yan Yunxiao can't hear it very clearly.

He remembered that a long time ago, he and Su Jiuer had never had such a big rift. They ate and lived together in Yinhua Palace, and he came back to call her up.

Only when he took a break at noon and asked Su Jiuer to call him up to handle official duties as soon as possible, Su Jiuer leaned against his ear and said.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I'm going to work, I'm getting up and going to work."

She said something he didn't understand very well, but it didn't prevent him from pretending to be asleep.

Only then did Su Jiuer gently shake his shoulders, over and over again, as if she was acting coquettish.

It is clearly such a dull and unconventional daily life, but it has become the most reluctant memory in Yan Yunxiao's mind.

Yan Yunxiao felt that he should be dying.

It is said that before death, people can see the most beautiful scenes of their lives. This is true.

Su Jiuer stared at his face for a while, then called him for a long time, but there was no response. Only the corners of his lips raised slightly, as if he had remembered something pleasant.

He tried to portray Su Jiuer's face in his dream.

If he pretended not to wake up, Su Jiuer would have been angry, her pair of peach blossom eyes staring at him with burning eyes, and her slightly raised red lips representing an imminent questioning.

"Su Jiuer, Su Jiuer."

He murmured unconsciously, and someone's name became a worry that he couldn't dissolve in his mouth.

Su Jiuer was originally very excited and happy about his reaction to sleep, which means that Yan Yunxiao's physical strength has indeed recovered a lot.

And if he calls her, it means he remembers himself.

There was no such thing as everyone said that he had entered a state of cruel and madness.

But he shouted over and over again, and every sound was infatuated and fascinated, which made Su Jiuer feel very uncomfortable.

Su Jiuer moved her gaze away from his face like dodgingly, then lowered her eyes to get the needle.

If you pierce the acupoints for too long, it will cause the local limbs to feel sour and numb, just like the feeling in her heart at this moment.

As the silver needles were removed one by one, the blood that should be stopped was stopped, and Yan Yunxiao's body felt gradually recovered.

In addition to the soft fragrance in the arms, there is also the bitter and fishy smell in the mouth, the cracked pain in the shoulders, the pain behind the back, and the shallow tingling pain in the chest and the respiratory tract, all swept across it.

Instinctively, his brows gradually frowned, and he respected the feeling of physical discomfort.

Su Jiuer's face in the dream was not fully portrayed, and she was about to get up and leave.

He refused, but just held her hand tightly and looked at her without saying a word.

There were ten thousand words to keep, but he couldn't make any sound.

He could only call Su Jiuer and Su Jiuer over and over again.

My Su Jiuer.

Su Jiuer looked down at his big palm and was pulling the strap of her thin skirt. With a little force, she could remove the only layer of cloth on her body. She couldn't help but twitch her eyebrows.

So he reached out and buckled his fingers, ready to spread them apart and pull them away.

In the dream, Su Jiuer was determined to leave and wanted to shake off his arm.

An indescribable feeling of sorrow and grievance suddenly surged into my heart.

Perhaps at today's ceremony, Yan Yunxiao was induced by the fragrance to the bipolar nature of the disease, and witnessed Ji Chuan's frame-up, angered himself and completely aroused his restlessness.

Later, because of King Qi's step-by-step pressing, he was unprepared and exposed his uncontrollable and cruel side to everyone.

Everyone swept over and looked at each other with suspicious eyes, pushing down onto the tip of the speech, who was already in a sensitive state.

He is isolated and helpless and has no support.

That was the scene that Yan Yunxiao was most afraid of and disliked the most.

He also subconsciously searched for Su Jiuer's figure and his sense of security in the ceremony.

But not found.

At that moment, his fragileness could be crushed by a negation.

General Douhu unswervingly recognized him, which allowed him to regain a trace of reason and hide in the Longhua Palace with a glimmer of self-righteousness.

Under that emotional state, he had no lofty plans. He was just a single and extreme. He wanted to escape from everyone's sight and did not want his crazy appearance to fall into the eyes of others.

This was his situation before he fainted. As he gradually woke up, he naturally returned to this vortex.

If even Su Jiuer had to leave

Then there will be nothing more.

The mood condenses at this moment. Is there anything else behind death?

It turns out, it turns out.

It turns out that Su Jiuer is the source of his combat power, and it is an indestructible safe harbor for him alone.

Su Jiuer looked at the two fingers that had just been broken apart, and suddenly clenched them tightly again, clenching them very hard, causing the blood that had just stopped on his arm to gush out again, instantly dyeing the bandage red.

In an extremely chaotic state, Yan Yunxiao tried all his strength to open a small gap in his eyes.

There is no light inside, and the same chaos inside is the same. Even a sober person can barely see the blurry outline of the interior ornaments.

But he felt like he had seen it.

He saw Su Jiuer's blurry outline.

She leaned in his arms, looked at him with her burning peach eyes, and her pink lips were slightly raised, her face full of nervousness.
Chapter completed!