The blood in front of her faded, and there was a call of anxiety and concern in her ear. The call was so familiar, with a reassuring temperature. The voice called her in many tones, first disdain, then ridicule, then respect, and then love, with deep to substantial love. Each sound seemed to carry his oath, as it is now, gently called in her ear.

Qingyu... Wake up... Wake up

Ling Qingyu tried to open her eyes and woke up from the heavy pressure to the fear that seemed to make her unable to move. Her eyes opened a gap. Through the mist of tears, she looked at the anxious face of the fuzzy man in front of her and listened to his cries. Although she was weak and weak, she tried to raise a hand and wanted to touch his cheek.

Yan San picked up her soft and weak hand and stuck it on his face, saying in a voice, "Qingyu, wake up, you see, I\'m still here, is it hot? My hands and my body are warm, I\'m still alive, your Yan San, is still alive, beside you, don\'t be afraid, don\'t be afraid!"

The palm of her hand stuck on the cheek without breaking, and the familiar face still existed. The warmth transferred from the palm of her hand slowly precipitated her heart, and those flying debris gathered back a little bit, so that her eyes slowly gathered, and the person in front of her was more clear.

"Yan San!" With the last strength of his body, Ling Qingyu hugged his neck and burst into tears, crying and calling his name.

Yan San picked her up, let her sit on her body, leaned on her arms, bowed her head and kissed the lip that broke his heart with the sound of the call, sucked and entangled it with force, until her cry turned into a whisper, and then let go of the lip that was swollen by her kiss.

Holding her head away from her, she could see her face and expression clearly. Yan San looked at her misty eyes, Word by word: "Qingyu, listen carefully, I, Yan San, swear here, in this life, I will not die earlier than you, and I will not leave you again. No matter how difficult it is, I will hold on, even if they all die, I will accompany you. If I really can\'t hold on, then before I die, I will take you with me, no matter where I go, I will be with you, so Qingyu, don\'t be afraid, trust me, trust your Yan San, how is it?"

"No..." with a hiccup, Ling Qingyu asked, "won\'t you leave me again? Won\'t you die again?"

"Well, never!" Yan San wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers and said, "I swear!"

Yan San\'s oath

Ling Qingyu leaned softly against his chest, listened to the strong heartbeat, swept the shallower and shallower scars from the corners of his eyes, and breathed a long sigh.

When the nightmare woke up, the whole body was weak and weak. The heartache and panic in the dream seemed to be echoing, but the heart slowly settled down.

Yes, they have come back, not like there. Even if she pleaded for pain in her dream, they still couldn\'t be seen outside the dream. Even if she went to the hall of eternal life, she touched her cold body.

They are back

Yan San... He\'s back

Even if it\'s a nightmare, I can see him when I wake up, touch his warm body, and listen to his voice

Yan San, still alive!

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Her Yan San is still alive!

"Qingyu..." hearing the person in her arms respond lazily and lowly, Yan San completely hugged her in his arms, kissed her on the top of the head, and said, "don\'t be afraid, you know, I never love to swear, but once I promise, I will do it."

Yan San said softly, "Qingyu, you should also know how strong I am, and how Yang Zhao is. You should also know that your men are not made of paper. We will learn a lesson and be careful. Therefore, you don\'t have to worry so much. As you said before, the injury that a man suffered for his beloved woman is a man\'s medal. It doesn\'t matter if he suffered a little injury, as long as he doesn\'t die."

"They today..." Ling Qingyu said half a sentence stiffly, and the latter half swallowed back. Yes, in fact, she knows how strong they are, and she knows what they are trying so hard to save people for. In fact, she knows.

For the sake of blessing, in order not to let her evil spirit and killing sin affect her happiness in this life

"Well, I see. I\'ll tell them tomorrow that we can\'t get hurt for outsiders. Our leaders will be jealous." Yan San chuckled.

Ling Qingyu looked up and stared at him. Seeing that he was smiling, but the pain in the bottom of his eyes did not disappear, he shrank in his arms and sighed, "yes, you are so excellent, and my pressure is so great."

"Well, they\'re really unreliable..." casually, Yan San\'s voice snapped, pulled her head over, looked at her tears did not retreat, and said with a trace of ridicule, "what are you? How can there be me here?" Then he took her hand and pressed it on his heart, saying, "do you want to take out your heart and show it to you?"

"No, no! I\'ve seen it!" Seeing that his fingers were really pinching five finger prints on his chest, Ling Qingyu quickly grabbed his hand and shouted.

"Also, I have no other advantages except better martial arts. What do you say here?" Yan Santou slightly sideways, pondered for a while, and then said, "is it called high insurance coefficient?"

"Nonsense! My Yan San is good everywhere!" Ling Qingyu pointed his finger and said, "good looking, good figure, good temperament, good martial arts, and can make money, oh, win money, gentle and considerate, can massage, and can do housework..."

Yan San looked at her and said everything with his fingers pressed. The corners of his mouth smiled more intensely. He couldn\'t help but bow his head and kiss her lips. With a light gasp, he said, "well, there\'s the best thing you didn\'t say."

"What?" Ling Qingyu raised a question from the corner of his mouth.

"Can make you happy and satisfied..." whispered these words, Yan San blocked her lips to death, and then put her on the bed, covering her strong body.

The lips that seemed to have a fire went down along the neck, kissing out clusters of flames on the skin. The body was still in the sour and soft after waking up from the nightmare, but it had involuntarily begun to cater to the lips that kept printing vows.

Holding Yan San\'s head tightly with both hands, Ling Qingyu bit her lips with her teeth, and still couldn\'t help but utter a low moan.

"Shout out, Qingyu, I like to listen..." whispered, Yan San raised his body and kissed her lips.

"Yan San... Yan San..."