He held the dagger tightly and tried to pull it out.
"I'll call the imperial doctor right away! Hold on!"
She bit her lower lip tightly, her small nose was faintly red, and there were tears in her eyes: "My dagger is not poisonous, I will stop your bleeding immediately!"
Seeing the panic in her eyes, Jun Wuhen behind him flashed a trace of complicated emotions in his eyes.
Although he knew that Yanran was not without affection for Xijian Liying, but after seeing her hurt him.
She blamed herself so much and was so panicked that she had completely forgotten about the man still standing behind him.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. It turned out that she would not only do this for herself, but also for that man?
For a moment, my mood was so complicated that it was difficult to describe.
He wanted to step forward to help them, but as soon as he took a step forward, he took it back.
In front of them, he felt like a superfluous person for the first time.
When Xijian Liying saw her panic and nervousness, a smile appeared on her lips. She still cared about him, at least she was not indifferent when she saw that he was about to die.
That's enough!
He owed her three thousand years ago, causing her to die at his hands, and even swore a blood oath to avenge him.
In the past three thousand years, they have been tossed and turned in the world of mortals, but in the end they were unable to escape from the reincarnation of fate.
If he wanted to hurt her, use her blood to break the blood curse and relieve the pain of the three people, he would never be able to do it.
Then, let him, the chief culprit, bear all this and end it with his blood and his life.
A beautiful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he grabbed her palm with his hand, stopping her from pulling out the dagger.
"Yanran, don't be like this!" He chuckled, with a relaxed smile on his face: "Listen to me, there is no one else here now!"
"I also ordered Feiyue not to stop you from leaving!"