Changsun Tao called out tentatively, but the people around him seemed to be sleeping soundly and had no reaction.

"Yan Yan?" Changsun Tao's voice was hoarse, and he shouted carefully again, but the horror on his face became stronger and stronger. The sudden fear, involuntary panic, incredible shock, and the cowardice that he dared not face instantly cocooned him.

"Yan Yan..." He went crazy and tried his best to get up, climbed to Yu Qinghuan with his hands and feet, knelt on the ground, and reached out to touch Yu Qinghuan, but his hands were trembling and shaking, and he didn't dare to find the pulse that was close at hand.

The bead was still glowing with a strange red light, reflected on Changsun Tao's face, and his shrill expression was visible at a glance.

"Yan Yan!" Changsun Tao was full of panic and thrust into Yu Qinghuan's neck in panic. No movement under his hands were all cold.

Such warmth scared him so much that his heart and courage were broken, his face shattered into countless sad fragments, so desolate and desperate.

"Yan Yan, ah..." Changsun Tao hugged Yu Qinghuan tightly and suddenly howled loudly. The screaming of his lungs awakened everyone present.

"Ah...Yan Yan...Ah!" Changsun Tao had already turned his breath and could only make a whimpering sound from his mouth. The grief made him lose his ability to express himself. He hugged Yu Qinghuan so helplessly and so scared.

When everyone woke up, they saw this scene - Changsun Tao knelt on the ground, looking crazy, howling heart-wrenchingly, holding Yu Qinghuan, crying like a discarded child.

"Let go!" Yang Qian rushed over quickly, "Let her go!"

Changsun Tao seemed to have not heard of it. The huge sorrow caused his five senses to fail. His hands spasmed and pinched Yu Qinghuan's shoulders, as if he wanted to rub the person in his arms into his bones and blood.

Since Yan Yan is dead, why should he live alone? Why should he live alone!

"She is not dead yet! Let her go!" Yang Qian was in a hurry and slapped Changsun Tao hard, shouting loudly, "She is not dead yet! You are going to strangle her to death!"

Changsun Tao woke up like a dream and repeated at a loss: "I'm not dead...I'm not dead?"

Yang Qian snatched Yu Qinghuan from his arms, put it carefully on the ground, turned around and shouted, "Will you ask about the situation first?! Do you know that you almost strangled her to death because of your impulse!"

Yang Qian was angry. In his opinion, perhaps the concept that the Xingyang Palace has always practiced and the master's fate are very important, but Yu Qinghuan is his only sister, and his only sister, in order to save Changsun Tao for a lifetime, how could he not resent Changsun Tao?!

At this time, seeing Changsun Tao's excessive behavior almost cut off his sister's last glimmer of hope, his anger was instantly ignited.

The guards of the King Qi Mansion held the sword at their waists and looked at Yang Qian vigilantly, with the sword tense and ready to go.

Changsun Tao was beaten backwards, in a very embarrassing way. The wound on his shoulder blades, because of the violent movement just now, opened scarlet red spots.

He didn't care, didn't care about the injury, didn't care about the pain, didn't care about Yang Qian's attitude, just repeated the sentence: "Is it still alive?"

"Living!" Yang Qian said angrily, "Lying down quickly! She changed your life. If you dare to sacrifice it, I will be the first one to spare you!"

Sanmeng was really excited when Yang Qian was so excited that he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Prince, the princess has magic weapons to save her, and she has no worries about her life. But if the prince moves violently, I'm afraid..."

Changsun Tao covered his shoulders, and while breathing a sigh of relief, his heart was broken and crushed, causing a slight pain.

He ignored Sanmeng and Yang Qian, picked up the bloodstains of his fingertips and gently applied them to Yu Qinghuan's neck. When he saw that there would no longer be light on his neck, he could not help but whimper again.

A man doesn't cry easily. Changsun Tao, who had always felt that his head had fallen out of control but had a scar that was big. For the first time, he lost control of his emotions in front of the genitals. He was like a child, and his tears fell one by one.

His life was indeed exchanged for Yan Yan. If it weren't for this strange pendant, what was waiting for him? Is it endless self-blame and guilt, or lifelong loneliness.

Fortunately, Yan Yan is alive, Yan Yan is still alive.

What kind of pain and torture is Yan Yan, who has only breathed a breath?

Sanmeng took this opportunity and quickly pulled Yang Qian away and whispered in his ear: "Brother Yang, it's too obvious, it's too obvious. Don't arouse King Qi, be careful to stimulate him/her. Isn't the princess' life in vain? The overall situation is the most important, and the child's personal love is the second. Quickly put away your thoughts about the princess."

Yang Qian looked at Sanmeng in disbelief, and finally replied with only three words: "You are sick!"

Sanmeng shook her sleeves: "Why just advise you? You really want to suffer."

At this time, the guards of Prince Qi's mansion reminded: "Prince, Ling is still kneeling outside."

Yang Qian immediately said, "Let him kneel! That idiot who obeys orders!"

The guard said, "Prince, he has been wet for more than an hour."

Changsun Tao tried his best to restrain his emotions, and finally he said in a hoarse voice: "Let him come in."

Zero, who was soaked all over, came to Changsun Tao, knelt down with a "bang", and lowered his head dejectedly: "Master, my subordinate almost burned the princess to death, please punish him."

Changsun Tao slowly wiped away the tears from his face and asked him, "What did she leave for you?"

How could A Ling blame this? If Yang Qian did such a thing, the crime was unforgivable, but A Ling was a doll who could only obey the master's orders. If Yu Qinghuan gave him an order, how could he not obey?

Ling said: "The princess said..." He repeated what Yu Qinghuan said to him to Changsun Tao word by word.

Changsun Tao's heart was immediately like he was kicked a few times, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe. Finally, he just said powerlessly: "Go and dry your clothes, be careful of catching a cold."

Yang Qian was immediately angry again: "King Qi, you are so underestimating if he committed such a thing?"

Changsun Tao did not answer, slowly lay down beside Yu Qinghuan, and stroked the messy hair on her forehead with difficulty, laying without saying a word.

No matter what.

Even if the sky falls, I don't care.

Sanmeng looked at Yang Qian carefully and said tremblingly: "King Qi, on the day you disappeared, we have already sent a message to Mr. Baili. Wait a few more days and believe that he will come. As long as he is here, the princess will definitely be able to save him. Please relax."

Changsun Tao said: "Thank you."

Sanmeng quickly pulled Yang Qian, who was ready to go, to prevent him from being impulsive again.

Changsun Tao held Yu Qinghuan's hand and slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, his concern for Yu Qinghuan suppressed the layers of guilt and self-blame.

At this moment, he realized that he was just a selfish love species and could not put the people of the world in front of Yan Yan.

Because Yan Yan is alive, he is alive. If Yan Yan dies, it would be fine if he doesn’t live. What’s the matter with him in the world?!

This time, no matter what, he will never let Yan Yan go.

He secretly used his skills, and what flowed in his blood was no longer the thrust blood, but Yan Yan's efforts and sacrifices, and his love for him to sacrifice his life.
Chapter completed!