Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of the Little Ancestor, She Always Wants to Cry the Big Brother

Chapter 232 Four Villains Crematorium 65
"Then try!"

Mu Huai's breath rolled in his chest, his eyes were scarlet, and his bony fingers touched the soft sword at his waist, danger was imminent.

Sang Yu watched his movements, his leisurely posture was completely different from his, "Come here."

Countless guards suddenly poured in from outside the palace.

Sang Yu's dark eyes flicked across Mu Huai's face, and he raised his lips with a half-smile: "Take him down."

Seeing blood coming again, Sang Yu couldn't pretend anymore, so she opened her eyes and said in a "weak" tone, "Stop..."

Sang Yu saw her wake up, and just as she was about to step forward, she saw Mu Huai quickly took Sang Yu's hand.

Sang Yu's eyebrows were raised, and his dark eyes were filled with inexorable violence.

Sensing that Sang Yu's face was too ugly, Sang Yu calmly withdrew his hand from Mu Huai's.

She coughed violently until she was almost out of breath and said: "Don't fight for me anymore, cough cough..."

"Yuyu!" Mu Huai looked at her worriedly.

Sang Yu also took a step forward, looking at her with nervous eyes.

Sang Yu breathed a sigh of relief before looking at them quietly.

"Uncle Emperor, Mu Huai, can you please stop fighting?"

The two glanced at each other, both silent.

"You promise me...cough cough cough cough..." Sang Yu covered her lips and coughed again, "Are you okay?"

She let go of her hand, and a touch of blood stained her lips.

Mu Huai was frightened, "Okay, Yuyu, I promise you."

Sang Yu felt very relieved, she looked at Sang Yu who was silent again, and coughed uncomfortably, the blood on the corners of her lips became more colorful: "Uncle Huang, what about you?"

Sang Yu looked at her pale cheeks and hummed in compromise.

"This puts me at ease." Sang Yu fell back and closed his eyes tiredly, "I'm so tired. I want to take a rest. You can go back first."

"Yuyu, I want to accompany you." Mu Huai was worried about her.

"No, I want to be alone." Sang Yu half-closed his eyes, looking fragile and innocent.

Mu Huai could only look at her with nostalgia, then turned and left.

Sang Yu took a deep look at her and left with a flick of his sleeves.

In the hall, Sang Yu opened her eyes, wiped her bloody lips, and couldn't help but hissed.

Tsk, if it wasn't for these two not fighting, she wouldn't bite her tongue cruelly.

Outside the hall, two figures stood against the wind, and danger arose everywhere.

"Sang Yu, I warn you, stay away from her." Mu Huai touched the soft sword at his waist, his misty eyes were full of murderous intent.

Sang Yu's slightly drooping crow-feather eyelashes lifted up, revealing his dark and cold pupils, looking at him neither coldly nor coldly.

"You don't think she likes you, do you?"

"She just likes me!"

Mu Huai was very sure.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have saved him so many times.

Nor that she didn't say no when he kissed her.

It's impossible for her not to like him!

Sang Yu's cold and beautiful face was dyed with a hint of icy smile: "Then we might as well make a bet. If she likes you, I will give up.

If she doesn't like it, leave here immediately and never come back. "

Mu Huai narrowed his long and narrow eyes: "It's a deal."

Sang Yu was very happy when he didn't hear from 38 about the fight between Sang Yu and Mu Huai.

She thought that the two of them had learned to live in peace and stopped being jealous.

After all, when she saw Sang Yu again, his brows were gentle, not as gloomy as before.

"Is it better?" He helped her sit up.

Sang Yu leaned comfortably in his arms, humming softly like a kitten.

Sang Yu put his hand on her pulse. When he saw that the pulse was stable, the worry in his eyes completely dissipated.

He suddenly called her: "Sang Yu."

(End of this chapter)