Chapter 740 Poetry

  Her face suddenly paled, she almost smelled the smell of death—she let Qin Yu loose in her consciousness, but her body was lightened, and Qin Yu was forcefully placed on a leisure sofa four or five meters away.

  She sat down, leaning on the soft cushion, Qin Yu half-kneeled in front of her, and the fingertips of her palms stroked the wound on her abdomen.

  It was originally just a bullet wound, but now it is expanding, and it expands freely from the inside.

   "What bullet?"

   "I don't know, the strange bullet, it feels melted in the body." Her voice was already trembling and weak, and cold sweat came out of her forehead.

  Hot blood flowed crazily from the abdomen, completely moistening the fabric on the abdomen, and flowing onto the sofa.

  But her expression and eyes were still very firm, staring at Qin Yu.

  She noticed that Qin Yu's eyes changed just now, it was horror and horror.

  It seems to have guessed what it is, so I am afraid~~she might die.

  High probability.

  Qin Yu: "It may be a thawing agent."

  Hemolytic agent? She had never heard of such a thing.

  But she knows another thing.

   "Your hands are shaking."

  Qin Yu did not speak, because she was not sure, and feared that she would make a mistake. If she made a mistake, she would die.

  If it's dead~

  "As you know, between heaven and hell, why did I choose **** directly?"

   "I'm not sure I can survive to save her."

   "But I'm sure I can find you."

  Qin Yu was startled, there was a strong smell of blood at the end of her nose, but she could only see the calmness in her eyes.

   looks like that year.

   "Why can't I be in heaven?"

why?

  The bullets roared around, and the mortals were frightened. She knew that many people were watching them, and many people wanted to kill them.

  For a moment, her eyes, who had always been calm and majestic, were faintly red.

   "Probably because I saw you die in hell."

  In fact, it should have been for many years. Qin Yu knew that Yu had spent many years in her own time, and it was even more so for her, even if her appearance had not changed much, but ~~ Qin Yu knew that it had been a long time.

  There are vicissitudes in her eyes.

  In these many years, they have never seen each other again, because she never returned.

   So Qin Yu lowered her head, but because of guilt, she saw the torn wound in her abdomen, doubled.

  But she felt the location of the heat source—it kept squirming and spreading.

found it.

  So~~

  Qin Yu's fingertips went down to the site of the torn wound, but his other hand was about to stun her from the back of her head.

  But it was blocked.

   "No, just come on."

  She has clear eyebrows and smiles slightly, "I can't bear it."

  Qin Yu frowned, but immediately stretched out, "Well, it’s okay to stay awake."

  If you are dizzy, it means you have lost the will to persevere. Relying on your body's instinct to support it may not be conducive to survival.

  So bear with it.

   can only let her endure.

  But when Qin Yu’s fingers forcibly drilled into the abdominal wound and touched the flesh and intestines inside~~~

  Xiao Tingyun suddenly said.

   "I'm just afraid that I will not see you again if I close my eyes."

  Qin Yu's hand movement stopped.

   finally called her name.

   "Xiao Tingyun."

  "I never do funerals for people."

   "Although you did it for me."

  Her words are so outstanding, her eyebrows are so cold, she doesn't show any emotion.

  Meeting again, never rejoiced.

   Xiao Tingyun sees it, are you sad?

  She was just stunned, because she knew why Qin Yu was not happy, and there was even a sadness in her bones.

  She stopped talking, because her intestines were burning, she reached out to hold Qin Yu’s wrist in pain, and leaned against the armrest of the sofa, a dense and soft silky silk slipped from her silk pajamas when she leaned forward.

  Blood, much more than before.

  A piece of the sofa was rendered, and Qin Yu’s palm was completely stained with viscous blood.

  Chen Bao, they all saw it, bloody, bloody, horrible, and horrible, but they also saw Qin Yu's straight back and her hands wriggling in their abdomen.

   also saw the woman who hadn't been anesthetized but was forced to awake-she was bleeding and dying but was forced to wake up.

  Her eyes are shaking, her lips are fading, and her pupils are gradually growing bloodshot.

  She felt that Qin Yu’s fingers had found it.

  But it has already adhered to her intestines, stomach, and blood vessels, and she has to be pulled out~~death.

  This is a dilemma.

  Perhaps knowing that it is either to die or to live, by nature, Xiao Tingyun knows what to leave behind.

Since    is here, I can’t really just leave a funeral for Qin Yu.

  She never did such a wicked thing.

  So her fingertips fell on Qin Yu’s eyes, stroking her trembling eyelashes, like a lonely butterfly.

  Inexplicably, she regrets a little bit, maybe she shouldn’t come to her.

  But there is no turning back.

   "Qin Yu."

   "I have seen a book in your room."

   "You took notes."

   "It's a coincidence, I also like it very much-one of the poems."

  What poetry? She read it softly, her voice clear and brilliant, not like a dying person.

  Many people have heard it.

  "After a long absence, I smelled the scent of flowers and plants, and the back of my hands was covered with warmth."

  "The butterfly spread its wings from the eyes, and the swan goose stopped in my heart."

   "The sun is shining on my shoulders, at that moment, it seems like someone else."

   "Even if I am shackled and shackled, I have just returned from hell."

  Even though she was dying, it was strange that she was as graceful as before, as if she suddenly released the beauty that had been deposited for 20 or 30 years. Her hands moved from Qin Yu's slightly trembling wrist to Qin Yu's eyebrows and saw the touch in her eyes.

   Then Xiao Tingyun smiled.

   "I heard that Fat Jiao is gone."

   "So I am here."

   "Since I am here, I will not leave easily."

   "Let's do it."

  Qin Yu, you have never really been alone.

  This is what Xiao Tingyun wants to tell Qin Yu, and by the way, she sends a beautiful smile.

  Qin Yu looked at her, opened her mouth slightly, only spit out one sentence.

   "Inhale."

  Finger directly.

   Pulled out brazenly.

  Hot blood swayed from her fingertips, Xiao Tingyun’s pupils were also zooming, and the blood all over his body was out of control at this time, moving towards the abdomen~~

  At that time, Qin Yu's fingers clamped the terrifying and mysterious "bullet" and saw its appearance in the palm of his blood.

  Blood-red elites, with sharp edges and corners, but they are constantly releasing evil aura-melting blood.

It is to make all the blood in the living body heat up and active. As long as there is a little skin wound, it will continue to flow out, and it will also cause the flesh and blood body wound to be torn apart. In short, a living person only needs to have such a small amount in the body. A bullet of snow melting agent, eventually, the corpse will be bloody.

Have you ever watched TV series, the kind of corpse poison in martial arts novels, a living person will turn into a pool of blood in a short time, but in that time period, the living person will experience crazy blood loss and madness of flesh and blood The feeling of tearing and melting.

  This is a process.

  Now, the process was terminated by Qin Yu, what about the result?

  Qin Yu turned his eyes and saw Xiao Tingyun's pupils fade.

  And at the same time~~~

   "Be careful!" Chen Bao screamed.

  (End of this chapter)