Chapter 475

Fu Yi has no emotion in his eyes, like a killing machine.

Mo Qing had been waiting outside. Just after smoking a cigarette, he heard Lu wanchu's panic voice. Knowing that something had happened, Mo Qing immediately pushed the door and entered. At a glance, he saw Fu Yi, who was out of control, and his face changed greatly.

Fu Yi is sick. How can he get sick at this time?

It is reasonable to say that he had to wait another two days, but he fell ill today, which was unexpected for him and unexpected for Lu Wan.

"Catch him."

With Lu's strength at the beginning of the late Qing Dynasty, Fu Yi could not catch Fu Yi. Fu Yi had great strength and few opponents because he practiced martial arts since childhood.

In the past, when Fu Yi was ill, he was surrounded by many powerful bodyguards in order to catch him and let Lu wanchu treat him.

Mo Qing nodded immediately and came forward to catch Fu Yi.

Fu Yi couldn't catch it so easily. There was no one else around them. They had to carry water for a try.

Mo Qing covered his shoulder and his mouth smelled of rust. He clenched his teeth and came forward again.

Lu wanchu knew that this was not the way to go on. Now it was too late to go back and get the silver needle. He had to rely on himself.

The sound of broken vases came from the living room. It was the sound of Fu Yi breaking vases after he was crazy.

Seeing that Mo Qing had no way to take Fu Yi, Lu wanchu stepped forward, threw himself into Fu Yi's arms and hugged him.

"Fu Yi, wake up. I don't allow you to do this. Do you hear me?"

"Mr. Fu, don't hurt Miss Lu."

Mo Qing put one hand on the wall and shouted in the direction of Fu Yi.

Fu Yi's eyes were scarlet, one hand clasped Lu wanchu's neck, and the other hand raised, as if to do something.

Lu wanchu closed his eyes, slid a drop of tears from the corners of his eyes, breathed hard and said, "Fu Yi, wake up."

Fu Yi was shocked and his body seemed to explode. His eyes were scarlet, and gradually there was a familiar voice in his ears. She was calling him and trying to wake him up.

Late, late, late, late.

Scarlet faded slowly. Fu Yi's narrow Phoenix eyes fell on Lu wanchu. He found that he actually pinched her neck. He touched her painfully. His hoarse voice sounded, "late night?!"

Lu wanchu opened his eyes and looked at Fu Yi in surprise. "Fu Yi, are you awake?"

She tried a long time ago. Fu Yi, who was ill, didn't know anyone, but he knew her and was never willing to hurt her.

There is really no way today. She can only bet like this. If she wins, she wins. If she loses, she doesn't blame anyone. Fortunately, she wins.

Fu Yi stretched out his hand to hold Lu wanchu, leaned his head on her shoulder, flashed remorse from the bottom of his eyes, "well, I'm awake."

Although he wakes up, the violence in his body still exists. He can't guarantee whether he will attack in the next moment.

Mo Qing stood aside with a sigh of relief and couldn't help raising his lips.

Half an hour later, in Fu Yi's room, Lu wanchu personally pricked Fu Yi, and Mo Qing was cooking medicine downstairs.

Although Fu Yi wakes up, it doesn't mean that he won't attack again tonight. Lu wanchu must be with him tonight, put the needle first and say something else.

Fu Yi leaned weakly on the bed. Every time he got sick, his strength seemed to be empty after he went crazy.

After the injection, Lu wanchu didn't leave. He reached out and touched his sore neck. That was the pain left by Fu Yiyi when she got sick.