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When Long Qian turned around, her line of sight was still horizontal. As a result, what caught her eye was the furious Mo Yeyan, holding a spear that was directly above her forehead!

He was the one who shot the gun!

Long Qian did not bother talking to him and squatted down.

Yun Ye lay prone on the ground, his eyes tightly shut. The gentleness and innocence in those eyes were also tightly shut. On the man's back, fresh, red blood was flowing out from where the bullet had pierced through.

Like a small stream of blood, the blood instantly dyed his white clothes red. Like a blooming Mandala, it carried a bewitching color and a mysterious aura as it spread throughout his body.

"Yun Ye, how are you?" "Yun Ye, answer me!" Long Qian's trembling hands lifted the man's pale face, tears blurring his vision.

At this moment, all of the sadness in his heart had surged up.

She screamed with all her might, screamed with all her might, cried with all her might, cried with all her might …

The man's tightly shut eyes opened a tiny crack. He had just opened his mouth and was about to say something gentle to comfort her, but blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

"Yun Ye, don't talk. It's okay, I'll take you to the hospital." Long Qian Qian was crying and laughing at the same time.

He was laughing because he could still open his eyes and crying because he felt sorry for his injury and blood!

"Light..." Shallow, cough … "Cough …" Yun Ye suddenly opened his mouth and pressed his blood-stained hand on her wrist.

"Yun Ye, don't say anything. You're bleeding the moment you speak …" "Yun Ye, you're fine, you're fine. Trust me, I'll definitely have a way to make you better." The dragon sobbed lightly.

Yun Ye slightly squinted his eyes, the corner of his mouth hooked up into a weak smile, "Idiot, don't cry. You are so beautiful today. If you cry, you won't look good. "

"Yun Ye!" Long Qian cried even harder.

Her hands had long since been dyed red with blood. She wanted to press down on his wound, but she also wanted to cover his mouth to prevent blood from flowing out.

The bullet had pierced through his heart from behind. The man's chest was also dyed red with blood. This spear art could be said to be fast, ruthless, and accurate! People who didn't have the usual sniping skills and experience couldn't do it.

And Mo Yeyue! Long Qian knew very well that he had survived in the army. To him, this bit of skill was as easy as flipping his hand! Anyone with the slightest bit of common sense would know that once one's heart was destroyed, there was almost no chance of survival!

However, Long Qian refused to give up. How would she be able to do that? She could only watch as he died right in front of her. If he couldn't do it, he couldn't do it no matter what.

"Don't talk, okay? Please, Yun Ye! Don't talk, I'll send you to the hospital and have them operate on you and give you blood transfusions. You'll be fine … Yun Ye! If you don't have the blood of your blood type, I'll give you mine, all mine will be given to you. Yun Ye … "Yun Ye …"

"Shallow!" Don't cry... "Don't cry …" The man stretched out his hand with great difficulty and lifted it up, trying his best to wipe away the tear stains on the side of his face.

However, he couldn't even perform such a simple action. Finally, a helpless sigh escaped his lips, "Shallowly, I really don't have much time left!"

"No!" Long Qian cried out in grief! Yes, yes, yes, yes, many, many... "Yun Ye!"

"Promise me you'll take good care of yourself." Yun Ye faced up in the sky, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up.

Long Qian's eyes were wide open as his lips trembled: "No … …" No, Yun Ye, please, don't scare me, okay? "Yun Ye …"

Yun Ye slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were as clear as the horizon. It was just like that night when Long Qian laid in the rear courtyard of the Aqua Tree. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of clear eyes that could see the bottom.

"Fool, don't cry, I will …" It hurts! "

Long Qian nodded her head with all her might, but the more she nodded, the more tears came out from her eyes. She lowered her head and let out a despairing howl, "Don't cry, don't cry. I promise you, I …"

Suddenly! Time seemed to stop once again.

The hand holding her wrist was like a butterfly in the autumn wind, withering away in the wind as it slowly fell off her wrist.

Long Qian's entire body froze. Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at the man without moving, her eyes red from crying.

Yun Ye's eyes were closed. The corner of the man's mouth always had a faint and indistinct smile. The corners of his eyes were slightly elongated. This handsome face was serene and serene.

Just like his departure, it was peaceful and quiet.

There was no quarrel, no scolding, no pain, no resentment!

He gently told her not to cry.

He helplessly told her that he really didn't have to hide his time anymore.

He warmly told her that if she cried, his heart would ache …

Long Qian Qian could not bear his departure. She laid on his body and cried out in grief. Despite the white and sacred bridal clothing on their bodies being dyed red with blood …

The body of the man in his embrace gradually became ice-cold.

Long Qian cried until her tears dried up …

Someone walked over. The footsteps were steady and restrained … As soon as she heard it, she knew who it was. She raised her head, and sure enough, Mo Eversnow's handsome face intruded into her line of sight.

The man wanted to say something but hesitated. He wanted to say something.

Long Qian carefully let go of Yun Ye so that he could sleep comfortably there. She slowly stood up, and a deep hatred appeared in her eyes as she looked at him without moving.

she demanded coldly. "Tell me, why?"

Mo Eversnow frowned and pursed his lips.

"Tell me, why?! Why did you shoot, why did you kill him! "Why?!" Long Qian's emotions were almost out of control.

"She staggered forward a step, tightly grabbed his arms, and shook them with all her might." Do you know, he's going to die, he's going to die... He's a dying man, why did you... And yet, you still killed him so cruelly? Why … "

Mo Ye Han's face was gloomy. His eyes, on the other hand, were downcast. As such, Long Qian was unable to see the emotions in his eyes. Completely invisible.

Deep within her sorrowful emotions, she wailed, "Mo Yeyue, Yun Ye is sick. He won't be able to recover for long, do you know? He had leukemia, so he didn't have much time to live... He just wanted me to help him fulfill a wish. Put on your wedding dress and go through a wedding ceremony with him... This was his only wish, but … But you killed him the day he fulfilled his wish!

Mo Ye Han, you demon! Why is your heart as hard as iron, why! "