203 There is another way

"What should I do?"

Shen Moyi muttered and asked, his voice was so low that he could hardly hear himself.

"There is only one way, otherwise, no one can save him."

The cold and ruthless voice of Yishui sounded in the air.

For a moment, Shen Moyi's face was as pale as paper. I'm afraid she didn't even know it. She lowered her eyes, as if a thousand pounds of boulders were blocked in her chest, which made her breathless.

At this moment, she wanted to shout and vent all her unhappiness, but she wanted to kill Nan Zhouling more.

"To the way, he is in a coma now. The poison has spread all over his body. I'm afraid he won't live tomorrow."

It turns out that the last sentence is not the most hurtful, but this sentence is the most ruthless.

Shen Moyi believes Yi Shuihan's words, because he doesn't have to lie to her, because he won't care about other people's life and death. He is the kind of person who is cold to the bone.

"Do you have a way to save him?"

At this moment, Shen Moyi did not know how terrible his pale face was. No matter how his voice trembled unconsciously, it was a kind of fear, a kind of fear from his soul. He was afraid that he was almost losing his mind, even more afraid than facing death.

Yi Shuihan looked at Shen Moyi as if he had lost his soul. He was jealous, frowned and said disdainfully, "What's the big deal? Just find the woman who is sting and XXOO with him?"

Hearing Yi Shuihan's words, Shen Moyi raised his eyes, looked at him like a knife, and roared, "Yi Shuihan, do you know anything about love? You are a pathetic and amiable person! You don't understand love at all. Why do you say it so lightly? Love is inseparable from life and death, stick to it for a lifetime, and never betray it, do you understand?

Shen Moyi's words seemed to be a heavy hammer on Yi Shuihan's body.

Yi Shuihan looked at Shen Moyi in an in an stunn, looking at those sad and desperate eyes, and complaining with a loud voice--

She said that he doesn't understand love. Yes, he really doesn't understand. No one teaches him what it feels like to love, and no one gives him the feeling of love. How can he understand it?

"If you love someone, would you rather die than be fingered by other women?"

Yi Shuihan's voice is extremely ethereal, like coming from the distant sky, far away and ethereal.

Shen Moyi clenched his fist and stood there stubbornly. In fact, he was also struggling in his heart. Who knows?

"Yes, I'd rather him die than let other women touch him."

Her voice is as firm as ice, echoing coldly in the night sky. In fact, when she speaks, the pain in her heart is like a knife. Who can know, except herself?

And when Xiao Qing heard this sentence in the dark, the anger and coldness in his heart had turned upside down in his chest, and his disappointment with Shen Moyi had reached a peak -

How can she be so selfish that the prince loves her so much and spoils her so much, and she not only makes the prince unconscious, but also can't live tomorrow, and she would rather die than save him. For the so-called perseverance of love, haha•••••••• Shen Moyi, really looks It's your fault.

Xiao Qing clenched his fists, and his eyes rose with anger. He was thinking in his heart to find the woman to Nan Zhouchen. In his heart, Nan Zhouchen's life was the first, much more important than anything else.

"I'd rather him die than be fingered by others."

Yi Shuihan looked at Shen Moyi and muttered to himself. Seeing the woman's determination to the determination of his soul, he seemed to be longing for such feelings. It was sad and beautiful, but touching.

Although he doesn't understand such feelings, he really wants to have them.

He looked at the woman in front of him in a moment, and there seemed to be an unknown feeling in his heart.

"What if I say there is another way to save him?"

For a long time, Yi Shuihan said faintly, and his voice was low and cold.