Blood sprayed blood mist in front of his eyes, and Ming Yulong was shocked!

No matter how much you joke, Rong Yi would never squirt blood at her. She quickly climbed up from him, held his shoulders, looked at the blood-stained clothes, and was anxious and incoherent.

"Rong Yi, Rong Yi..."

The long eyelashes were half closed, and a little trembled as her shouts, but there was no response.

Ming Yulong's heart wanted to be tightly pulled by one hand, wrinkled into a ball, shrinking tighter and tighter, and even breathing was about to stop. Everything in front of her became a dizzy scene, shaking in front of her.

She calmed herself down, quickly got up from the bed, ran out of the house, shouting all the way,

"Master Jun, Master Jun!"

Jun Ziao walked out of the house not far away. Hearing Ming Yulong's cry, he hurried back. Seeing her face urgent, she entered the house without saying a word. When her eyes fell on the blood on Rong Yi's chest, she immediately stepped forward to take Rong Yi's hand to take the pulse.

Ming Yulong stood beside him, holding his hands tightly together, his voice with a faint anxiety,

"Master Jun, I was joking with Rong Yi just now, pushing him to the bed, and punching him in the chest with my fist. He immediately vomited blood. Please help him see if I absorbed the red lotus fire, and I was not light or heavy in the attack, and I injured Rong Yi?"

Jun Zi'ao looked cold and after listening to Ming Yulong's words, he glanced at her faintly and continued to take Rong Yi's pulse steadily.

Ming Yulong looked at Rong Yi's pale face and light-colored lips stained with bright red blood, which was so shocking.

I remembered that he looked bad just now, and I thought he was pretending, so I punched him. This time, I hit him so hard that I vomited blood. The one who felt even more distressed was me.

I just like to make a tantrum in front of him, but I just know that Rong Yi has always given up on her and cared for her.

This time, he was troubled and he was so thumping that he vomited blood.

As she thought about it, Ming Yulong's nose became a little sore, and she tried hard to hold it back.

Except in front of Rong Yi, she would not cry easily in front of others.

After stabilizing her voice, she would not let others hear that she wanted to cry. Ming Yulong asked, "Master Jun, what's wrong with him?"

Jun Zizi stopped his hand proudly, brushed his white beard gently, and said lightly: "From the pulse, he has been exhausted by boats and cars for the past two months, sleeping less and eating less, and his body is extremely tired. He fought with Mo Yanhua a few days ago and suffered repeated injuries. His qi and blood accumulate in his heart, and his internal and external injuries are all caused."

Ming Yulong's throat tightened, and she knew why Rong Yi had been struggling for the past two months.

He rushed back from Xijiang thousands of miles away. In order to celebrate her birthday with her, the two had an argument. He didn't even have a rest and rushed back to Xijiang. The journey must be hard and the mood was depressed, which was the first level.

Later, I found out that she was captured by Nalanyi, and went from Western Xinjiang to the sea line, painstakingly arranged everything, disguised herself as a makeup, pretended to be an old chef, and for her safety, she was taught a lesson by Nalanyi and never fought back.

Although Rong Yi didn't say anything about the heavy physical injury and the worry in his heart, his thin cheeks all showed how difficult it was to all this.

Ming Yulong could no longer hold it back, tears slid down her cheeks. She sat beside the bed, holding Rong Yi's hand and put it on her face. There were fine calluses on her slender fingers, grinding her delicate skin.

This is a cocoon caused by his hard practice of cooking in just half a month.
Chapter completed!