Chapter 439

"Your presence here will affect Mr. Wei's wound cleaning. I'll take you out."

Xifeng holds her waist and drags people out, but Su Yueru makes him reluctant to take her out.

"Then I don't speak. I'm here. I'm here with him. Elder martial brother, I've never asked you. Just this time..."

Looking at Su Yueru with praying eyes, the west wind a little meal, his hands will unload strength way.

Su Yueru, like a slippery fish, jumps to the bedside, falters at her feet, and kneels down in front of Mo Beichen.

Wei Changqing wants to reach out to pull her up. She just reaches out her hand. Su Yueru has climbed directly to the bedside, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly.

"Do you feel any pain?"

Face is full of heartache, tears drop by drop on the lapel, before this, Su Yueru never knew he was such a crying person.

Mo Beichen shook his head slightly, but his face was pale because of excessive blood loss, and his lips split slightly.

"Don't cry I'm even more hurt when you cry... "

"Where does it hurt? I'll give you some painkillers..."

Su Yueru quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve, trying not to let her tears fall.

"Fool I'll love you. "

Mo Beichen's voice sounds very weak. His long eyelashes hang slightly, and his strong nose is stained with cold sweat beads.

Su Yueru raised her arm and covered her eyes.

It was he who made her cry. Why should she be moved at such a time.

But she just can't help crying, and she doesn't want to cry

Wei Changqing poured the powder in a white porcelain vase on Mo Beichen's wound.

It's a good hemostatic, only slightly irritating.

Mo Beichen frowned and hissed for a moment.

Although it was only a slight voice, it was still heard by Su Yueru.

"Does it hurt?"

"No pain..."

Mo Beichen opened his mouth and said.

The skin that was submerged in the arrow was slightly black around, revealing the everted skin.

The blood stopped quickly, but the arrow was not in the flesh.

"Take it easy. It's going to be pulled out."

Wei Changqing said and rolled a towel to Mo Beichen's mouth.

Mo Beichen glanced at him and snorted coldly.

It's discrimination against him.

"I don't need it."

Looking at Su Yueru said.

"Come here."

Su Yueru quickly leaned down, close to the man's cheek.

Mo Beichen suddenly stretched out his hand, took her neck and pressed her face under his arm.

"Pull

A low roar.

He didn't want her to see how the arrow was pulled out of his body. He didn't want her to cry for him any more.

Su Yueru didn't dare to struggle, so she had to open her eyes and look at the man's good-looking cheek. She tensed up in an instant. Her two sword eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and her big cold sweat slid down her forehead and fell on the pillow.

The veins on his forehead burst out. He should be in great pain!

Leaning forward slightly, his lips covered with bright red.

Mo Beichen's body is slightly one Zheng, enjoying that warm lip petal to stick on his lip petal feeling.

Wei Changqing's eyes twinkle slightly, and the corners of his mouth are bitter, but his action is sharp. He pulls out Mo Beichen's shoulders and sprinkles them with acne medicine, painkillers and antidotes.

He quickly cleaned up the wound and forced himself not to see the two people who were showing their love at this time.

Washed the hand that stained blood with copper basin for a while, dun dun, it is to cannot help light cough after all.

Su Yueru just slightly got up and left, lowered her head and retreated for several steps. At this time, she was shy. Was it late.

"The poison on the arrow is not very severe. It's far worse than that in your body. Cough..."

Wei Changqing coughed lightly. She glanced at Su Yueru, who was drooping her head. Suddenly, she curled her fingers into fists and put them on her lips.

"Yueru, you've come to bandage him. I'm a little tired."

Wei Changqing's face was a little pale, with a thick sweat on his forehead, and he said in a low voice.

Su Yueru quickly took the gauze in his hand and thought about it. She took out her embroidered handkerchief and gently wiped it on his forehead.

"You may as well have a rest."

Su Yueru is both distressed and guilty for Wei Changqing. Originally, they could retreat completely. However, after this trip to Mobei, she involved herself and lost three confidants in a row. She experienced this feeling once when she lost gouache, but he endured it three times Three times the pain.

"Good."

Wei Changqing should be a, slowly hook the corner of the mouth, turned around the lonely back, let Su Yueru heart is more guilty.Waiting for Wei Changqing and Xifeng to retreat, Su Yueru turns her head to see Mo Beichen lying on the bed. The man has already slightly frowned and fell asleep.

Su Yueru lightly bandaged his wound, looking at his sleeping face, Su Yueru sighed.

It's really exhausting that so many things happened in just a few months.

Su Yueru lies on the side of Mo Beichen, looking at the figure of that person, unconsciously also fell asleep.

When I wake up again, the people around me are gone.

Su Yueru sat up in a hurry. Her thin blanket slipped down and looked around. Mo Beichen was naked, revealing a white bandage that almost covered her body.

Put the note in your hand on the candle and light it. Let the flame burn clean at your fingertips. Only the general note is left until it is half burnt.

Turn your head and look at Su Yueru with a smile.

"Awake?"

Su Yueru stood barefoot on the floor, just because she came out in such a hurry that she didn't even wear shoes. Now she has no shoes to wear.

Mo Beichen thin lips slightly Yang, seems to be in a good mood, step forward two steps, a big hand, she fished into the arms, a step will put her on the bed.

"Don't mess about. You still have injuries."

Su Yueru exclaimed, quickly stabilized her figure, lying on her back, her soft hands against his chest.

"What do you think the king will do?"

Mo Beichen evil spirit a smile, bow to fall a kiss on her lip petal.

"Nothing, nothing..."

Su Yueru flurried aside eyebrows, this person is clearly deliberately teasing her.

"What did you burn just now?"

Su Yueru blinked her eyes and said.

Mo Beichen a turn over, then cross legged sat on the bed, stretched out his hand to Su Yueru in his arms, let her head on his legs.

He put his hand on her forehead.

"Fortunately, the fever is gone."

Su Yueru subconsciously put her hand on her forehead.

"I call it tenacious vitality. Please call me Xiaoqiang who can't fight."

Mo Beichen pinched heavily on her nose.

I suddenly think of what Xifeng said.