I Just Want To Farm

With her face turning pale suddenly, she almost smelled the smell of death—she consciously let go of Qin Yu, but her body was lightened, and Qin Yu forcefully placed her on the leisure sofa four or five meters away.

She sat down and lay on the soft cushion. Qin Yu half-kneeled in front of her, stroking the wound on her abdomen with the fingertips of his palm.

It was just a bullet wound there, but now, it was expanding, expanding freely from within.

"What bullet?"

"I don't know, it's a strange bullet, it feels like it's melting in my body." Her voice was trembling and weak, and cold sweat was pouring out of her forehead.

Hot blood crazily flowed out from the abdomen, completely moistening the fabric of the abdomen, and also flowed onto the sofa.

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

She noticed the change in Qin Yu's eyes just now, it was horror and terror.

It seems to guess what it is, so I am afraid~~she may die.

High probability.

Qin Yu: "It may be a blood melting agent."

Hemolytic agent? She had never heard anything like it.

But she knows another thing.

"Your hands are shaking."

Qin Yu didn't speak, because she was not sure and was afraid of making a mistake. If she made a mistake, she would die.

If you die~

"You know between heaven and hell, why do I choose hell directly?"

"I'm not sure I'll last long enough to save her."

"But I'm sure I'll find you."

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

It's very similar to that year.

"Why can't I be in heaven?"

why?

Bullets whizzed around, and mortals were terrified. She knew that many people were watching them, and many people wanted to kill them.

For a moment, her eyes, which had always been calm and calm, turned faintly red.

"Probably because I saw you die in hell."

Back then, in fact, it should have been many years. Qin Yu knew that it was many years for him, especially for her. Even though her appearance hadn't changed much, Qin Yu knew that it had been a long time.

There are vicissitudes in her eyes.

For many years, they never saw each other again, because she never came back.

So Qin Yu lowered his head, because of guilt, but saw the tearing wound on her abdomen, which doubled in size.

But she felt where the heat source was—it was squirming, spreading.

found it.

then~~

Qin Yu's fingertips went down to the torn wound, but his other hand was going to knock her out from the back of her head.

But was blocked.

"No, just come here."

She had clear eyebrows and smiled slightly, "I can't bear it."

Qin Yu frowned, but immediately relaxed, "Well, it's good to stay awake."

If you faint, you will lose the will to persevere, and relying entirely on your body's instincts may not be conducive to survival.

So bear with it.

She can only endure it.

But when Qin Yu's fingers burrowed into the abdominal wound and touched the flesh and intestines inside~~~

Xiao Tingyun suddenly said something.

"I'm just afraid that if I close my eyes, I won't be able to see you again."

Qin Yu stopped moving his hands.

Finally her name was called.

"Xiao Tingyun."

"I never give funerals to people."

"Although you did it for me."

Her words were so outstanding, her eyebrows and eyes were so cold, without showing any emotion.

When we meet again, we are never happy.

Xiao Tingyun saw it, are you sad?

She was just disappointed, because she knew why Qin Yu was unhappy, and even felt a sense of sadness in her bones.

She stopped talking, because her intestines were burning, she stretched out her hand to hold Qin Yu's wrist in pain, and leaned against the armrest of the sofa, a head of green silk as soft as brocade satin slipped from the silk pajamas when she leaned over.

Blood flowed out much more than before.

The sofa was completely rendered, and Qin Yu's palm was completely soaked in viscous blood.

Chen Bao and the others saw it, bloody, very bloody, terrifying, very terrifying, but they also saw Qin Yu's straight back and her wriggling hands in his belly.

I also saw the woman who was not anesthetized but was forced to wake up - she was bleeding and dying.

Her eyes were trembling, her lips were bleeding, and her pupils were gradually bloodshot.

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

But it has already adhered to her stomach and blood vessels, pulling it out is tantamount to death.

This is a dilemma.

Perhaps knowing that it is either to die or to live, as a human being, Xiao Tingyun knows what she should leave behind.

Now that he's here, he can't really just leave a funeral for Qin Yu.

She never did such a wicked thing.

So her fingertips landed on Qin Yu's eyelids, stroking the trembling eyelashes, like a weak butterfly.

Inexplicably, she felt a little regretful, maybe she shouldn't have come to her.

But there was no turning back.

"Qin Yu."

"I saw a book in your room once."

"You took notes."

"Coincidentally, I also like it very much—one of the poems."

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

Many people have heard it.

"After being away for many years, I smell the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the back of my hand is covered with warmth."

"A butterfly spreads its wings from its eyes, and a swan geese lands on my heart."

"The sun shines on my shoulders, and at that moment, I feel like I am alone."

"Even if I'm in shackles, my feet are in shackles, and I just came back from hell."

Even though she was dying, the strange thing was that she was as gorgeous as ever, as if she had released the beauty that had been accumulated for twenty or thirty years at once. Her hands, from Qin Yu's slightly trembling wrist to Qin Yu's eyebrows, saw the touch in her eyes.

Then Xiao Tingyun smiled.

"I heard that Fat Jiao left."

"So here I am."

"Since I'm here, I won't leave easily."

"Let's do it."

Qin Yu, you are never really alone.

This is what Xiao Tingyun wanted to tell Qin Yu, and by the way, he gave him a breathtakingly beautiful smile.

Qin Yu looked at her, opened his mouth slightly, and only uttered one sentence.

"Breathe."

Just move your fingers.

Outrageously pulled out.

Hot blood flowed out from her fingertips, Xiao Tingyun's pupils also zoomed in, and the blood all over her body lost control at this moment, heading towards her abdomen~~

At that time, Qin Yu held the terrifying and mysterious "bullet" between his fingers, and saw how it looked like in the blood in his palm.

The blood-red elite, with its own sharp edges and corners, is constantly releasing an evil aura-melting blood.

It is to make all the blood in the living body hot and active. As long as there is a little skin wound, it will flow out continuously, and it will also tear the flesh and muscle wounds. In short, as long as a living person has such a small wound in his body A deicing agent bullet, and eventually, the corpse will be bloodied.

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

This is a process.

Now, the process was terminated by Qin Yu, so what's the result?

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

And at the same time~~~

"Be careful!" Chen Bao screamed.