A figure approached. Jing Yirong ran towards him excitedly. The shadows around the figure became less and less, and his appearance became more and more sober. He was wearing Nalan Qingyi's clothes. Jing Yirong's anxious mood finally calmed down. Next. She rushed forward and hugged him without caring about anything. When she raised her head, she found that the man was actually wearing a silver mask belonging to Ye Xieming. The clothes on his body gradually changed from Nalan Qingyi's blue shirt. Becomes Ye Xieming's black robe.
Jing Yirong was so frightened that she opened her eyes. She suddenly found that she was lying on the bed in Yuluo Village. Nalan Qingyi was still sleeping soundly next to her.
Jing Yirong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. His eyes fell on Nalan Qingyi. It is rare to see Nalan Qingyi get up late. He probably slept too late last night. Faint mid-shot Yi Rong still remembered the scene when Nalan Qingyi carried her back to the room yesterday.
Jing Yirong became more amused. She stretched out her hand and pinched Nalan Qingyi's nose. She waited for Nalan Qingyi's cheeks to turn red in embarrassment and embarrassment.
Well, Nalan Zhijin's nose is a little cold. It's probably because he didn't cover himself with the quilt. Nalan Qingyi can really hold his breath and still doesn't wake up after such a long time. What's wrong with Nalan Qingyi? Could it be that he knows how to hold his breath? So you don’t need to breathe.
The longer the time went by, the weaker the smile on Jing Yirong's face became. Gradually panic replaced the smile. Jing Yirong did not dare to let go of her hand. She did not dare...
"It's time for Qingyi to get up." Jing Yirong finally retracted her hand. She gently pushed Nalan Qingyi. "Qingyi, don't sleep in anymore."
Nalan Qingyi still had no reaction.
Jing Yirong was anxious. "Nalan Qingyi, if you don't wake up, I will divorce you."
"Qingyi, wake up. We have to go to Zhijin."
"Qingyi, I know I was wrong. I will never say goodbye to you again. Can you please open your eyes?"
"Qingyi, I know you want to make me happy. I know you want to play games. But some games are not fun." Tears were sucked into the quilt one after another. The strength in Jing Yirong's body became less and less.
He wiped the tears from his eyes casually. "How could there be water dripping? How could it be."
Jing Yirong patted Nalan Qingyi's cheek. "Qingyi, you have a cold, right? I'll bring Liu Mo to you. I'll bring Liu Mo."
Jing Yirong got out of bed in a panic. She didn't even put on her shoes and went straight to Liu Mo's residence. "Liu Mo. Liu Mo, where are you? Liu Mo, can you please come out? If you have something to do, I need to find you. Come out."
When Liu Mo walked out of the house, he saw Jing Yirong wearing a white underwear, standing barefoot in front of the house. Tears fell on her cheeks. Is this Jing Yirong still Jing Yirong?
"What's wrong."
"Qingyi. Qingyi is sick. I just played a game with him. He got angry. He didn't open his eyes and didn't want to say anything. He must be sick. Go check on him. Go to him. ." Jing Yirong said incoherently, as if he could collapse at any time.
Liu Mo ignored Jing Yirong and ran straight to the hut where Nalan Qingyi and Jing Yirong lived. Liu Mo was surprised to find that Duan Yuliu was already standing in front of the hut. Seeing Liu Mo, he didn't say anything.
Liu Mo walked into the room. He knew with just one glance that Nalan Qingyi was dead. There was no trace of life around the person on the bed. There was no breath at all. Liu Mo was a strange doctor, but not a strange fairy. He could not bring the dead back to life. He gave Jing Yirong a sad look.
"Why don't you check his pulse?" Jing Yirong stepped forward and grabbed Liu Mo's arm. "Aren't you a doctor? Why... why didn't you check his pulse?"
"Jing Yirong. He..."
"Is he asleep?" Jing Yirong looked at Liu Mo. "You are telling me that he is asleep, right? He was too tired from playing yesterday and went to bed very late. He shouldn't get up so early.
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Tang Sheng also came to the room at this time. Seeing Jing Yirong's dejected look. Seeing Nalan Qingyi lying on the bed, a bad premonition came from the bottom of his heart. Tang Sheng walked to Nalan Qingyi's side and stretched out his hand on Nalan Qingyi.
Lan Qingyi looked at Duan Yuliu who was standing at the door in shock.
Duan Yuliu stepped forward. "Jing Yirong. He is dead."
"Who is dead?" Jing Yirong turned to Duan Yuliu with a blank look in his eyes. "Who do you think is dead?"
"Nalan Qingyi is dead." Duan Yuliu said word by word. At this moment, he seemed to be holding salt in his hand and sprinkled it on Jing Yirong's injuries, telling her that this piece of skin had cracked.
Okay. It’s not just pretending not to know so it doesn’t hurt.
Jing Yirong blinked and suddenly laughed. "Duan Yuliu, what are you talking about? What are you talking about? Qingyi is right here. How can you say he is dead? He was just asleep." Jing Yirong blinked.
Yi Rong walked step by step in front of Nalan Qingyi. "Qingyi, what's wrong with you? Why don't you say anything? They don't give you any disease and they insist on saying that you are dead. Qingyi, please open your eyes. I slept too much last night."
It's early. So I didn't see you smiling at me. I don't remember what you said. Qingyi, please get up and say it to me again, okay?"
Tang Sheng stood beside the bed as if stunned. Jing Yirong called Nalan Qingyi's name again and again.
Tears fell like broken threads. No matter how hard Jing Yirong tried to restrain himself, there was nothing he could do to stop them from falling.
Jing Yirong knelt on the ground in front of the bed. His panicked hands didn't know which part of Nalan Qingyi's body to touch, because no matter which part it was now, it was cold. All Jing Yirong could see was lying motionless in front of her.
Nalan Qingyi.
"Qingyi, you said you would stay with me." Jing Yirong suddenly grabbed Nalan Qingyi's hand. He kept breathing and rubbing it. He said with a cry, "It's okay. It's okay.
It'll be warm in a while. Qingyi, you won't be cold in a while."
When Jing Yirong made all his efforts and found that Nalan Qingyi was still unconscious and that his hands were still cold, all his emotions seemed to collapse in an instant. Jing Yirong's heartbreaking cry could be heard.
Out of the entire Yuluo Villa.
"Wake up. Wake up me." Jing Yirong hugged Nalan Qingyi into her arms. "I beg you, please. I beg you. Can you open your eyes? Can you?
Don't leave me. Everyone has left. Zhenqi doesn't want me anymore. Xiao Yan is gone and even Zhi Jin would rather sleep than say a word to me. Why do you want to leave me now? What should I do?
What should I do if you leave me alone?"
"Why did you come into my life? Why did you let me fall in love with you? Why did you leave one by one when I fell in love with you? How could you bear to leave me alone? I am so afraid that you will be hurt a little bit.
.Why can you leave me so ruthlessly? What do you want me to do before you come back? No matter what you do, I am willing to do it. I am willing to do it." Jing Yi looked like a child who had lost her treasure. She held Nalan Qingyi in her arms.
He kept admitting his mistakes. He kept talking. There was no trace of ink in his eyes, and the presence of Duan Yuliu and Tang Sheng.
Tang Sheng turned his head away. He couldn't bear to look at Jing Yirong again.
Duan Yuliu was still standing at the door of the room. There was no way to take a step forward or a step back. This distance was the best distance for him.
The look in Jing Yirong's eyes faded away. Except for the constant tears, she just held Nalan Qingyi's body and talked dreamily. Everything around her had nothing to do with her.
It was already afternoon when Bu Chenche and Qiao Shuang'er got the news. When they arrived at Yuluo Village, Jing Yirong still maintained the posture he had in the morning. He said nothing and did nothing but held Nalan in his arms. Qingyi's body remained motionless.
Qiao Shuang'er walked up to Jing Yirong. Holding back the tears in her eyes, she reached out and touched Jing Yirong. "Jing Yirong."
Jing Yirong heard the voice and turned to Qiao Shuang'er. Then she whispered, "Shh, don't make any noise. Qingyi is sleeping. He was too tired from playing yesterday, so he is very sleepy. He is sleeping."
Still unable to hold back the tears, Qiao Shuang'er looked at Jing Yirong with heartache. "You..."
"Why are you crying?" Jing Yirong looked surprised. He turned to Bu Chenche. "I know it was him who bullied you, so you cried. I'm so pitiful. Qingyi will never bully me. He will never bully me." You won't bully me." After Jing Yirong finished speaking, he lowered his head to Nalan Qingyi. "Qingyi, do you think what I said is right? You won't bully me, right?"
Qiao Shuang'er could no longer control her mood. Tears kept streaming down her face. She lowered her head to Nalan Qingyi, who was being held by Jing Yirong. She didn't want to believe that Nalan Qingyi had really left. She stretched out her hand to touch it.
"Don't touch." Duan Yuliu said hastily. But Duan Yuliu's words were already too late. As soon as Qiao Shuang'er touched Nalan Qingyi's body, Jing Yirong had already struck with a palm.
Seeing the situation, Bu Chenche hurriedly stepped forward to catch Qiao Shuang'er's falling body. Some of his palm strength was gone. Qiao Shuang'er was shocked and blood flowed from her mouth.
"Take a pill first." Liu Mo quickly gave Qiao Shuang'er a pill.
Bu Chenche looked at Qiao Shuang'er worriedly. "How do you feel?"
"It's okay." Qiao Shuang'er smiled bitterly and shook her head.
Duan Yuliu walked up to Qiao Shuang'er. "Don't touch Nalan Qingyi's body. You were already lucky just now."
"Why is his body hot? If he died, wouldn't it be cold?" Qiao Shuang'er did not forget the shock in her heart when she touched Nalan Qingyi's body just now.
"He is not dead." Jing Yirong glared at Qiao Shuang'er angrily. "If you dare to say the word death again, I will kill you now."
Qiao Shuang'er didn't complain about such a beautiful appearance. Not at all. "I'm sorry. I made a mistake."
After hearing Qiao Shuang'er's apology, Jing Yirong withdrew her gaze with satisfaction. She buried her head in Nalan Qingyi's chest and leaned against her quietly.
Duan Yuliu had no choice but to pull Qiao Shuang'er and Bu Chenche out of the room. "She injected internal energy into Nalan Qingyi. Once every hour to ensure that the body reaches normal body temperature."
"What should we do now?" Tang Sheng couldn't take his worried eyes away from Jing Yirong. "Can we just let her go on like this? She doesn't eat or drink and yet she injects Qi into Nalan Qingyi every moment. She simply doesn't Just waiting for death."
"There is no way. Now she won't even let anyone touch Nalan Qingyi. Unless she really falls down, she won't let go of Nalan Qingyi." Liu Mo walked to a few people.
Bu Chenche asked Liu Mo, "Why did Nalan Qingyi die suddenly? Was it some kind of illness or poison."
"If it's a disease or poison, do you think I can't cure it?" Liu Mo asked back. Then he felt helpless. "There is only one kind of death in the world that I can't do anything about. That is death from old age. Every function of the body can no longer function. Operation. No matter how great your skills are, you can't bring him back to life."
"Death of old age." Qiao Shuang'er was even more surprised. "Why is brother Liu Mo like this? Nalan Qingyi is still so young. How could he die of old age when he is only in his twenties? How could he die of old age?"
"That's the fact." Liu Mo was helpless. "I have no way of knowing this. But the reason is indeed like this."