Chapter 1013 Goodbye, Young Marshal, I Will Climb the Wall Tonight (3)

The man was wearing a green gown, and his figure was as tall as a pine or a bamboo. He has a pair of dark eyes and an upright temperament. He is a typical gentleman, as if he was not the one who just did those bastard things.

"It's my fault for offending the girl."

When he said this, he looked a little apologetic.

Fu Yue: "..."

If it weren't for the tingling sensation still lingering on my lips.

She really wanted to believe this man's evil deeds!

Looking at the two corpses lying on the ground, Fu Yue frowned. When she took a closer look, she discovered that a very thin and long silver needle was pierced into the necks of these two people. It must be poisonous.

Fu Yue glanced sideways at the person standing beside her, and said in a calm tone, "Sir, you are really a weirdo. He even has a mechanism in the mourning hall."

Sheng Yun smiled lightly: "Young lady is so complimentary."

Fu Yue: "..."

Not wanting to talk to this person anymore, she turned around to leave, but as soon as she took a step, she felt dizzy.

Top-heavy and a feeling of powerlessness came over me.

A cold hand touched her forehead, and the man's pleasant voice came.

"You have a fever."

Fu Yue pursed her lips.

Yes, this body had been running away for most of the night before she came through. Exposed late at night, her physical strength had long been exhausted.

She turned to look at Sheng Yun, who still looked like a gentle gentleman.

"Girl, I'm offended."

After the words fell, the man bent down, put his hand around her waist, put the other hand on her leg and wrist, and hugged her steadily.

Darkness comes.

She fainted.

There is always that faint fragrance lingering on the tip of my nose, which is a bit inexplicably familiar.

…

Fu Yue had a dream.

A bizarre dream.

In the complete darkness, a sweet male voice sounded in her ears, far and near, hiding unspeakable sadness.

"If it were to happen again, would Yue'er still choose him?"

"Yue'er wants me to die, right?"

"Then I really went."

…

Fu Yue's head hurt like crazy.

That voice kept nagging in her ears.

What is immortal.

Annoyed to death and with a headache, Fu Yue cursed, "Get lost."

As expected, the other party became quiet.

He stared at her dimly.

When Fu Yue finally woke up from a daze, she opened her eyes and felt a burning pain in her throat. She was top-heavy and felt dizzy one after another whenever she moved casually.

She felt that her breath was burning with heat.

Sure enough, I had a fever.

At this time, a hand stretched out from the side to help her up steadily.

Fu Yue turned her head and met a pair of clear and narrow eyes without surprise. There was a faint concern in the man's eyes.

"Are you awake? Drink the medicine."

As she spoke, a bowl of black soup was handed to her lips.

Fu Yue stared at the bowl of bitter-tasting medicine and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Her intuition told her that this was not a good person.

She couldn't drink his medicine casually.

Thinking this, Fu Yue shrank back, pursed her lips tightly, and looked at Sheng Yun with undisguised defense and resistance in her eyes.

The other party was not annoyed at all, she just smiled gently again, put down the bowl of medicine, touched her forehead with the back of his hand, and said in a soft voice, "Are you confused by the fever? Why are you looking at me and not saying anything?"

He handed the medicine in his hand to Fu Yue again.

Fu Yue looked at him.

The man looked back tenderly.

"What, are you afraid that I'll poison you?"

Fu Yue: "..."

Since you knew it, you still said it so openly.