A Genius and a God Fell In Love

The boy choked up crying, "Uncle, woo woo~"

"Don't cry, I hope you can, can get out alive..."

"No, Uncle, we're all going out, and there's still an hour left. If you insist, we'll go to the hospital right away."

The middle-aged man struggled to move his arms and said, "Drink some more to replenish your strength. When I die, the body will disappear."

"No, no." The boy shook his head desperately.

"If you don't drink, you don't drink, young man... anyway... I'm going to die, so I think it's doing good deeds for my relatives."

The middle-aged man's voice became weaker and weaker, he urged, "Hurry up, kid, you should be more decisive at this time."

"Uncle, no, I can't..."

"Quick, I'm dying." The middle-aged man tried to raise his arm again, as if he had pulled the wound, and fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The boy quickly held his hand, "Uncle, I can't do it, I will have nightmares."

"Heh... go out from here, who doesn't have nightmares, drink quickly."

The boy's hands trembled, and he closed his eyes abruptly when he met the encouraging eyes of the middle-aged man.

Clutching his arm, he lowered his head...

When the wind goes away, the black cloth stops.

The middle-aged man gradually loses consciousness, and he seems to see his own home.

...the gentle smile of his wife, the figures of sons and daughters playing.

Finally, the eyelids no longer have the strength to open them.

...sorry...my dear family...

I didn't make it out alive to be reunited with you.

sorry.

"uncle."

The young man held his shoulders and shook him, his face was full of snot and tears from crying, "Uncle, wake up, Uncle..."

Suddenly, with his hand empty, the middle-aged man's body disappeared.

"uncle!"

The boy lay on the ground and cried, "Uncle, woo woo~~"

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"Feiyuan, cough, cough... which direction is the note pointing at?"

"Front." Zhao Feiyuan supported her, with a worried expression on her face, "How is it? Can you hold on? Do you want to take another bite?"

She stretched out her arm in front of the girl, and the girl shook her head quickly, "No, no, how can I still drink your blood, absolutely not."

She spoke too hastily, and coughed violently again.

Zhao Feiyuan quickly patted her on the back, "Don't get excited, I think your condition is too bad, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on."

"It's ok..." the girl panted, "It's less than an hour, and I'm going to crawl out even if I do."

Zhao Feiyuan looked distressed, "You little girl, why are you so strong."

Nangong Nan pulled her lips weakly, "Isn't this..." Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly went limp and passed out.

"Nangong!"

Zhao Feiyuan helped her sit down, and shouted anxiously, "Nangong, what's wrong with you? We're going out soon, hold on."

After calling for a long time, the girl didn't respond, and her breath was very weak.

Zhao Feiyuan stared at her for a few seconds, bit her finger and dripped it on her lips.

Nangong Nan opened his eyes slightly, and subconsciously pursed his lips, "Blood, Feiyuan, you..."

"Just wake up." Zhao Feiyuan wiped the blood from her fingers on her body casually, and said, "How are you doing, are you feeling better?"

"It's much better." The girl said softly, "Thank you, Feiyuan."

Zhao Feiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, "Let me help you up, and you can go out after a while."

"Um."

The two got up.

After Nangongnan stood firm, Zhao Feiyuan stepped forward to lift the black curtain.

The girl suddenly said, "Are you really planning to go out with me?"

"ah?"

Zhao Feiyuan didn't react for a while, and turned to look at her holding the black curtain.

Nangong Nan's face was calm, and his voice did not fluctuate and said: "It's almost time to reveal your true colors."