The Blackened Male Leads All Want Me

When the short dagger was pulled out, blood flowed out suddenly.

Su Yan pressed the corner of his lips lightly.

Look up at Yu Wenxu, speak out

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

Yu Wenxu's complexion has turned pale.

Although it is not fatal, blood is constantly flowing out of the wound. If the wound is allowed to go on like this, something will happen sooner or later.

She raised her head and looked at the little **** behind Yu Wenxu, very serious

"Call the imperial physician."

"Yes Yes"

After the little **** was stunned, he hurriedly recovered and went to the royal doctor.

Behind him, Liang Yue fell to the ground, panting with pain to the point of disbelief.

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

A bright red shirt should be noble and domineering.

Now, there is only embarrassment and lingering.

In a pair of eyes, there was all hatred for Su Yan.

Yu Wenxu's dark eyes swept across Liang Yue.

Speak indifferently

"Let's release arrows."

The voice fell, and the sound of whoosh broke through the air.

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

The life that was just alive has now become a corpse.

A strong smell of blood permeated.

The 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 for the slight change in his expression at the moment he saw Yu Wenxu swinging the knife.

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

The expression on his face did not fluctuate.

Yu Wenxu was pale and coughed a few times.

The wound was pulled, and his face turned paler.

Su Yan wanted to push him away from here and go back to the palace.

But the hand hasn't waited to leave his wound.

He grabbed it.

His slender fingers were white, and he could see that he was exerting force.

Su Yan glanced at him, and stared at the dark eyes.

very serious

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

After speaking, he planned to pull his hand away.

However, this person seemed to have drilled the tip of a horn, and he still refused to let go.

She gave up pulling his hand.

Bend over and looked at the wound covering him, quietly waiting for him to speak.

The wound on her neck has not yet been treated, and blood is still seeping through the wound, winding down.

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

"who are you."

"Su Yan"

She answered very calmly.

Naturally, he understood why he asked.

She has memories.

She is no longer just the one who was raised by his own hands, clinging to him every day, crying and coquettish, only knowing what 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 is now experiencing the plane, looking for the fragments of his main god.

It's the same person.

But there was no way to make him cry because the wound on his neck hurts.

The one who needs to be coaxed is a blank gluttonous foodie.

But she is Su Yan.

To her, this is nothing at all.

Reached out and stroked the blood that was running down his neck.

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

Su Yan looked at him and accepted his scrutiny without any panic.

Then, slowly

"I am a beast, because some of the experiences just now give me some memory inheritance."

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

He could only explain his sudden change with the inheritance of gluttonous memories.