The Seventh Bride of President

Zhuang Xiaoyu only felt that his eyes were dark and dark. His eyelids were so heavy that he wanted to move. There was a heart piercing pain in his ankle.

There were intermittent sobs in her ears, and someone was calling her name again and again.

Zhuang Xiaoyu carefully identified it. She only felt that the sound seemed very close to her and very far away. She wanted to find a light and get out of the dark swamp, but she didn't know where to go. All the surroundings were dark, and the soles of her feet seemed soft

Zhuang Xiaoyu closed her eyes, felt it for a while, and whispered, "brother."

"Xiao Yu, my brother is here."

A familiar voice came. Zhuang Xiaoyu opened her eyes and a vague man appeared in front of her. He was dark all over and just plated a layer of light edge around him.

Her eyes could finally see the light. Zhuang Xiaoyu walked towards the man who was talking: "brother, wait for me."

She was about to walk towards the man with light edge, but her wrist was grabbed: "Xiaoyu, don't go, that's not your brother."

Zhuang Xiaoyu wanted to move on, but his wrist was tightly clenched in his heart. The warm touch was so real.

Zhuang Xiaoyu asked, "who are you? Let me go."

"I'm a Yan, I'm your a Yan." Qin Wuyan's voice was mixed with heavy grief. The deep pain seemed to pass through her heart, "Xiao Yu, don't leave me, I'm your a Yan!"

Zhuang Xiaoyu's heart suddenly hurt, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

"Madam has responded." the wizard took the silver needle out of Zhuang Xiaoyu's acupoint. "On behalf of the sacrifice, please say more to madam."

He didn't sleep for three days. Qin Wuyan's hair was messy, his chin was blue, and his eyes were full of blood.

He firmly held Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers and refused to release them at all. He pressed her palm on his lips, on his face, on his chest and heart, and called Zhuang Xiaoyu's name again and again.

After Zhuang Xiaoyu fainted, the witch doctor was helpless. No matter what he did, Zhuang Xiaoyu just couldn't wake up.

In desperation, Qin Wuyan can only invite the only wizard on the poison island. The wizard knows how to cure poison and likes to fight poison with poison. When healing people, he is good at taking strong medicine. If the body's bearing capacity is strong, he can wake up safely. If the body's bearing capacity is weak, he may die.

The witch doctor picked up the silver needle, grabbed Zhuang Xiaoyu's other hand, stabbed her finger with force, and immediately stuffed her finger into the porcelain vase.

Zhuang Xiaoyu only felt the pain from her fingertips and heart. The pain quickly spread to all her limbs and bones. Her whole body convulsed with pain. All her limbs and bones gushed out an unbearable force and opened her eyes.

"Miss!" cried the nurse.

The wizard wiped the sweat off his forehead: "madam is awake."

Qin Wuyan's throat choked.

The wizard reminded, "don't forget what the sacrifice promised me."

Qin Wuyan stood up. "Naturally, he won't forget. He also asked the wizard to sit in the side hall and wait for a while."

The wizard put away his porcelain bottle, closed the bottle cap, shook the blood inside with satisfaction, turned and left.

Qin Wuyan took the warm handkerchief handed over by the nurse and wiped the fine sweat on Zhuang Xiaoyu's forehead, "Xiaoyu, you scared me to death. I'm so afraid of you..."

In this way, I slept forever and couldn't wake up.