Chapter 709

Seven days.

In these seven days, Ji Shumo finally realized what life is not like death, what life is like death.

Wound dressing, tear, tear dressing, every day in the suffering of non-human.

Seventh grandfather is the most painful person. He loves Ji Shumo and Du Cao. He is even more worried. If Du Cao wakes up, how can he explain it?

In fact, Ji can feel his internal power dissipate little by little, and his martial arts disappear little by little.

But looking at Du Cao's increasingly ruddy face, Ji Lyric ink only thinks that all this is worth it.

Today, the seventh grandfather sewed Ji's wound according to the sewing method that Du Cao had taught him. Looking at Ji's weak appearance, the seventh grandfather sighed: "do you regret it?"

"No regrets." Ji Shumo took Du Cao's hand and said with a gentle smile, "she's back, and I'm still alive. I'm very grateful."

"These seven days, you are not in the capital. The emperor has asked three or four times. I'm afraid you need to go back quickly and meet the emperor." Seven grandfather sighed and poured the last bowl of medicine into Du Cao's mouth.

These days, the pulse of duckweed has been constantly changing, seven grandfather know, this is normal, duckweed is recovering.

"Seven grandfather, when can she wake up?" Ji Lyric ink can feel Du Cao's face is getting better and better, but I don't know why Du Cao hasn't woken up yet.

Seven grandfather sighed and said in a low voice: "with my heart, I am also *, so I don't know when she will wake up, but I can be sure, this girl, can't die!"

Hearing this, Ji Shumo finally put down his heart and fell down weakly.

"Little mo!"

Seven grandfather called a, quickly pulled Ji Lyric Mo's wrist, feel the pulse, the face is distressed: "you this child, are you stupid?"

I don't know if I feel Ji Shumo fainting. Du Cao suddenly opens his eyes and sits up: "little mo!"

"Grass, are you awake?" Seven grandfather turned to look at Du grass, eyes are full of surprise.

No, it's not right.

Du Cao only felt that he was full of strength, which was totally different from before.

Looking at the pale Ji Lyric ink on the side, Du Cao's face was extremely ugly: "you took his heart blood?"

Seven grandfather himself don't know why, live such an age, but in the face of Du grass so cold eyes or some guilty, low head: "I was forced helpless ah."

"Are you crazy? Do you know what this means? He's going to die! Do you know! Don't you love him the most? " Du Cao is impatient. He approaches Ji Shumo and tries to find out Ji's breath. He is relieved to make sure that Ji is not dead.

He untied Ji's clothes and looked at the ferocious scar on it. Du Cao's tears seemed to ask for no money and fell down: "Wuwu, Ji, are you a fool? I take care of you carefully in the past three years, and you just spoil yourself, don't you! Asshole, Wuwu, you asshole, you are so angry with me, you asshole

Seven grandfather looked at Du grass this appearance, is also red eyes: "grass, you don't too sad, small ink will be OK."

How? It's going to be okay?

Du Cao is very clear. She is very clear about how she got the blood.

What kind of pain is that!

Duckweed dare not think, really do not dare to think, just feel their heart, are going to break.

Ji Shumo soon woke up, although pale, but will not die.

Looking at Du Cao holding his hand, silly smile: "cry?"

"How dare you say that? Ji Shumo, who let you make your own decisions? " Du Cao glared at Ji Lyric Mo, his face smelly.

Ji Shumo gently smiles, sits up and kisses Du Cao's face. He says in a soft voice, "if it's you, you will never look back. Xiaocao, the third day of March is a good day. We agreed, don't you remember?"

"Ji Shumo!" Du Cao called, tears fell down again, but he laughed: "yes, the third day of March is a good day, we agreed."

Ji Shumo gently wiped Du Cao's tears: "fool, don't cry, in fact, it doesn't hurt so much. Fortunately, you came back, otherwise I would really be in agony!"

Hearing Ji Shumo's words, Du Cao's heart was even worse: "but I hurt, I hurt! You fool, Ji Shumo. Are you a fool? "Ji Shu Mo gently smile, holding Du Cao: "no pain, really no pain."

How can it not hurt? That's the blood of my heart! Heart blood!

It's a miracle that you can survive without your heart and blood. Your internal skills are scattered and your martial arts die out.

Du Cao did not dare to imagine what Ji Shumo, the son of the general and the general who killed the enemy in the battlefield, would be like without his martial arts.

He took a deep breath and looked at Ji Shumo with tears in his eyes: "fool, you will regret it. You can't pull your bow and shoot arrows any more. You can't gallop your horse any more!"

Ji Shumo smiles, and then looks at Du Cao seriously: "yes, so I'll ask your Highness the princess to protect me as a weak man."

"I hate it Du Cao broke tears into a smile, hugged Ji's waist, put his face on Ji's chest, and said in a low voice, "tell me how you treat me so well, how do you want me to repay you? All my life, I can't afford it. "

"Grass, are you stupid? I love you. I'm willing to do everything for you. Don't say what you don't repay or what you don't return. My love for you is from my heart, not a trade. "

Ji Shumo looks at Du Cao seriously. He must let the girl know that everything he does is from the heart.

Du grass before and after two generations, never felt such love.

In Du Cao's eyes, everything fate gave her was marked with a price in the dark. Therefore, Du Cao has been good to everyone all these years. When she needs help, she doesn't feel anything. After all, you come and I go.

But today Ji said such words, which makes Du Cao do not know how to answer.

Fixed looking at Ji Lyric ink eyes, clear and transparent.

Du grass a little smile, holding Ji Lyric ink face, heavy kiss down: "Ji Lyric ink, I love you."

If it is not for the body does not allow now, Ji Lyric ink must respond to the enthusiasm of Du Cao.

"From now on, I will protect you, Ji Shumo. From now on, you have to listen to me, you know? I'll make up for you. I'll make up for you