The tyrant only favors the alluring concubine

Chapter 265
Yan Xiaoyu cried and backed away, looking at Xiao Ninglan with red eyes blurred with tears, Xiao Ninglan stepped forward and hugged Yan Xiaoyu, he kissed her hair, and said in pain, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I always make you sad, It's my fault that I always make you cry, I promised you that I will work hard to live, I will work hard, don't cry anymore, okay?"

Yan Xiaoyu choked up and stopped crying, her cheek was pressed against his chest, tears wet his clothes.

It was night, Xiao Ninglan coughed worse, Yan Xiaoyu hugged him tightly, she looked up, saw his painful but forbearing expression, her warm little hands clasped his five fingers, she whispered in his ear, "Ning Lan, I understand you, you just want me to live happily, I was wrong today, I'm sorry!"

Xiao Ninglan smiled, he suppressed the fishy sweetness in his throat, and hugged her tremblingly, "Fool, never say sorry to me, never!"

He kissed her cheek, her eyelashes, her nose, and when the kiss fell on the corner of her lips, he stopped, he left her, his face was extremely ugly, and he got off the bed quickly, he said loudly, "Don't come, don't want!"

Yan Xiaoyu looked at his thin figure, just sat there in a daze, she couldn't go over, if he accidentally hurt her, he would blame himself even more.

Xiao Ninglan, actually living like this is a kind of torture for you, right?

Xiao Ninglan, you are only enduring this torture for me.

Yan Xiaoyu stood up resolutely, opened the drawer, and threw out all the poison Xiao Ninglan usually took. Xiao Ninglan's forbearable but painful roar sounded outside. He slapped the tree trunk vigorously, the branches and leaves fell, and dark red blood flowed from his mouth and nose. Blood, those narrow and beautiful phoenix eyes, scarlet like a demon.

After a while, the voice finally stopped. Xiao Ninglan walked back unsteadily. He saw Yan Xiaoyu at the door, reached out and wiped the dark red in his nose, and smiled weakly, "I'm fine, we'll grab it back again." It took a day..."

Yan Xiaoyu knelt down and burst into tears.

By the creek, Xiao Ninglan helped Yan Xiaoyu untie her bandages layer by layer, and the clear stream water reflected the beautiful faces of the two of them.

Xiao Ninglan was already incomparably thinner, but his beauty made her more aggressive.Because of his thinness, his eyes are deeper, and because of his thinner, his facial features are more three-dimensional. His beauty can no longer be expressed in any words, and his whole body is burning with a vigorous and stunning beauty.

Yan Xiaoyu reached out to touch his chin, and there were already black and purple marks on his thin chin. Since she discarded his medicine, his poison spread faster, as if it was only an instant, he had already stood in the world the other side.

Xiao Ninglan still concentrated on checking Yan Xiaoyu's shoulder blades until she was sure that her shoulders were all right, then pulled back the hand touching her chin, "Yu'er, you have to remember, after I die, you will either go to Yun Ziyou, Or take my ashes to Peach Blossom Island, you can't wander outside alone, you will be bullied with your temper."

Yan Xiaoyu nodded, "You've said it so many times, I can recite it by heart."

"Then you recite it to me." Xiao Ninglan frowned and looked at her, eyes full of pity.

"No, anyway, I understand what you mean. You want me to live a good life without you, a happy life!" Yan Xiaoyu looked up at him.

"En." Xiao Ninglan nodded, looking deeply at Yan Xiaoyu in her arms.

Yan Xiaoyu looked at his expression and raised her eyebrows, "Don't you believe me? Then let's pull the hook. If you change your mind after pulling the hook, you will become a pig in the next life."

Listening to her childish words, Xiao Ninglan couldn't help laughing, but she stretched out her little finger seriously, her slender fingers bent into a beautiful arc, under the sun, her fingers were crystal clear.

Xiao Ninglan stretched out his hand to hook her up, Yan Xiaoyu smiled like a crescent moon, "Yan Xiaoyu and Xiao Ninglan, no matter who leaves first, the other person will be fine, happy, and live on instead of the other..."

Xiao Ninglan frowned, but Yan Xiaoyu laughed out loud. Her crisp laughter echoed in the mountain stream and could not be extinguished for a long time.

It was night, and Xiao Ninglan was lying peacefully on the bed. Under the dim light, Yan Xiaoyu's slender shadow was like a silhouette that had been dreamed for many years. He looked at Yan Xiaoyu with some unconsciousness.

Her two hands tightly held one of his hands. This scene was so familiar. He felt as if he had met her thousands of years ago. Her warmth could be felt in his hands, but he could no longer hold her. Express yourself.

At this moment, he thought of the coquettish Yan Xiaoyu, the Yan Xiaoyu who forced him to say those three words, trembling lips, he wanted to tell her, those three very important words, but he couldn't make a sound .

He knew that he was exhausted, he could no longer say those three words to her, and suddenly regretted that he didn't say those three words to her when he could speak.

He weakly bent his fingers, hoping to hold her hand and express his feelings with his hands. Yan Xiaoyu noticed his movement, and she kissed his slender
Fingers, whispering softly, "Ning Lan, I love you, I really love love, but if you have to die to be able to love without any grievances, I would rather you live..."

Her misty voice came into his ears, seemingly real or unreal, and then his hand dropped powerlessly, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

There was no wind, but the flame of the candle swayed, Yan Xiaoyu quietly looked at Xiao Ninglan on the bed, tears fell silently.

A cold voice came from behind, "Have you figured it out? From now on, I will no longer be Yan Xiaoyu, only Xiao Hanjing!"

Yan Xiaoyu didn't look back, but she already knew who was coming. She nodded slowly, and the crystal tears on her cheeks fell on the back of Xiao Ninglan's hands. I play a play..."

The hag's face was hidden behind the cloak, she approached Xiao Ninglan slowly, took a look at him, and nodded, "I promise you, but at present, I can only absorb half of the poison in his body, the other half, after two years, we will accept it Help him transfer the poison after the results."

Yan Xiaoyu nodded blankly, "It's fair..."

One night is very short, but for some people, one night is a lifetime.

Xiao Ninglan didn't know why he could still wake up, the morning sun was a bit harsh, he opened his eyes, and closed them again with some discomfort.

Then the pain in his body came slowly from his limbs, feeling as if he had been run over by a car, he opened his eyes again uncomfortably.

He was still lying on the bed in the cabin, there was no Yan Xiaoyu beside him, only a small bench, he moved his body with difficulty, trying to get out of bed.

When the door was opened, the sun was shining brightly, but in the ten thousand pieces of sunshine, a bright red figure was running towards her. She ran very quickly, as if someone was chasing her behind.

She shouted, "Help, Xiao Ninglan, help me—"

Xiao Ninglan frowned, and wanted to drag his body to save her, but found that his legs were as heavy as lead. He looked at the running woman out of breath, and the ghost was chasing after her.

The ghost hooked her five fingers and grabbed the woman's back fiercely. The woman gave him a sad look, and he was furious and shouted, "Xiaoyu..."

Yan Xiaoyu looked behind her, and saw that the hag's hand was grasping her head. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the hag, with blood flowing from her forehead.Xiao Ninglan's eyes were scarlet, under the morning sun, his cry was piercing, "Xiaoyu—"

As Yan Xiaoyu's body fell down, blood sprayed from his thin lips, and then he passed out on the ground.

When he woke up again, it was three days later, Yan Xiaoyu was gone on the mountain, only the mute and him in the beautiful cabin.

He grabbed the mute, and asked fiercely, "Where is Xiaoyu, and the ghost, where did they go? Did the ghost kill Xiaoyu?"

The mute shook his head blankly, opened his mouth wide, but couldn't speak.

Xiao Ninglan resisted the strong feeling of dizziness, and ran down the mountain crazily. He ran very fast, the cool wind poured into his lungs, and he kept coughing.

He didn't have time to think about why he woke up, and he didn't have time to think about why the poison in his body was detoxified. His mind was full of the scene of Yan Xiaoyu being caught on the forehead by the hag, and she fell there dripping with blood, in his memory .

On the street, there were people coming and going, and the figure of a woman in red was particularly eye-catching in the crowd. He grabbed the woman in red by the shoulder and gasped, "Xiaoyu..."

The woman turned her head and looked at him in astonishment. He withdrew his hand in disappointment. He had been looking for her down the mountain for two days, but there was no sign of her at all, and he rarely even saw the woman in red.

He walked back in some pain, maybe she had left here, maybe she was captured by the hag, or maybe she was killed by the hag...

Thinking of this, his heart trembled inexplicably, and he remembered what she said to him the other day, "Yan Xiaoyu and Xiao Ninglan, no matter who leaves first, the other person will be fine and happy, and live on instead of the other person ..."

He was walking on the street with a pale face, and he had already filtered out all the doubts in his mind. It was a ghost. The ghost rescued him, but took Yan Xiaoyu away, or, was it between Yan Xiaoyu and the ghost? trade?
Gongs and drums were ringing on the street, and there was a martial arts contest to recruit relatives on the temporary stage, and someone shouted from the audience, "Who dares to go up to the martial arts contest if you can't see the little lady?"

"Yes, let the little lady open the hijab, open it!"

"Open, open..."

The shouts kept coming and going, the girl who was competing on the stage probably couldn't save face, so she had to lift up the red hijab, the moment the hijab fell to the ground, Xiao Ninglan passed by with a blank expression, just a glimpse, his heart had already forgotten to beat.

(End of this chapter)