The moment the short dagger was pulled out, blood flowed out.

Su Yan pursed the corners of her lips.

Raised his eyes to look at Yu Wenxu and spoke

"I just told you you you don't have to save me."

Yu Wenxu's face was already pale.

Although it is not fatal, the wound is constantly bleeding blood, and if the wound is allowed to go on like this, something will happen sooner or later.

She looked up and looked at the little eunuch behind Yu Wenxu, very serious

"Call the Imperial Doctor."

"Yes, yes"

After being stunned, the little eunuch hurriedly came back to his senses and went to the imperial doctor.

Behind her, Liang Yue fell to the ground, gasping for breath in disbelief

"You're not dead? Impossible, impossible! ”

Dressed in bright red clothes, it should have been noble and domineering.

Now, there is only embarrassment and lingering.

A pair of eyes were full of hatred for Su Yan.

Yu Wenxu's dark eyes swept over Liang Yue.

Speak out indifferently

"Shoot the arrows."

The voice fell, and the sound of swishing pierced the air.

Suddenly, the dozens of people who were still standing were all shot through by the bows and crossbows.

A life that had just been alive was now a corpse.

The smell of blood fills the air.

Blood flowed down the steps.

until it flowed to Su Yan's feet.

She covered Yu Wenxu's wound with a clean white cloth.

Except that his expression changed a little at the moment when he saw Yu Wenxu swinging the knife just now.

Now he has returned to normal, just seriously covering his wounds.

The expression on his face did not fluctuate.

Yu Wenxu's face was pale and he coughed a few times.

Pulling at the wound, his face turned pale.

Su Yan wanted to push him out of here and go back to the palace.

But the hand didn't wait to leave his wound.

and he grabbed him.

The slender fingers were white, and he could tell that he was struggling.

Su Yan glanced at him and met his dark eyes.

Seriously

"You ask, I'll say. But if you push so hard, you will only pull the wound and make the blood flow faster. ”

As he spoke, he tried to pull his hand away.

But partially, this person is like drilling the tip of a bull's horns, and he refuses to let go.

She gave up pulling his hand.

He bent down to look at the wound that covered him, and waited quietly for him to speak.

The wound on her neck had not yet been treated, and the blood was still seeping out through the wound, winding down.

After a long time, Yu Wenxu's weak and hoarse voice was heard

"Who are you?"

"Su Yan"

She replied calmly.

Naturally, I understood why he asked.

She has a memory.

She is no longer just the one who was raised by him himself, clinging to him every day, crying and coquettish, and only knows how to eat.

She is Su Yan, the head of the nine main gods.

It is a person who has experienced tens of thousands of years of experience, has seen the darkest evil, and now has experienced the plane, and wants to find the fragment of his main god.

It's the same person.

But there was no way to cry and cry because of the wound on his neck, and asked him to coax him.

The one who needs to be coaxed is a foodie gluttony with a blank sheet of paper.

But she is Su Yan.

To her, it wasn't a big deal.

Reach out and stroke the blood that runs down your neck.

His dark eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to pierce her through.

Su Yan looked at him and accepted his scrutiny, without a little flustery.

Then, slowly

"I'm a beast, because of some experiences just now, I have some memories to inherit."

Naturally, there is no way to tell him about his own affairs.

He can only use the gluttonous memory inheritance to explain his sudden change.