If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

In the room, the low air pressure became increasingly oppressive.

"How is it?"

Ying Chengan's face was terrifyingly gloomy, and the aura on his body almost crushed the old imperial doctor's backbone.

The old imperial doctor quickly knelt down and said with fear: "Although the wound did not hit the vital point, the poison in the arrow tip is a strange poison in the world. The poisoned person will gradually shed tears until death within seven days."

"The antidote." Ying Chengan spat out a few words coldly, with no trace of anger on his face.

The old imperial doctor lay on the ground, not daring to raise his head to look at the regent.

"You need to collect seven kinds of strange flowers with aphrodisiac effects, and smoke your body with one kind of strange flower every day without..."

The old imperial doctor did not dare to say anything.

Ying Chengan's momentum dropped, "What can't you do?"

The old imperial doctor's body continued to tremble, "You must not lose your virginity."

When the words came to this point, the old imperial doctor became heartbroken, his head fell on the ground, and his voice trembled.

"After seven days, the patient needs to be allowed to cry thoroughly. Only when the tears have dried up can he feel normal again."

"In the future, the patient must not be allowed to smell the fragrance of these seven flowers, otherwise the patient will be poisoned again."

After finishing speaking in one breath, the old imperial doctor knelt on the ground, not even daring to take a breath.

Ying Cheng'an walked to the bedside and held the unconscious little eunuch's hand, his voice cold.

"I'll send people to find seven kinds of flowers. You wait outside to see if they are available."

The old imperial doctor responded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes."

The old imperial doctor quickly withdrew. Ying Chengan lowered his eyes and looked at the pale little eunuch, his lips pursed tightly.

He acted calm throughout, as if he would not lose his mind.

But in fact, there was already a turmoil inside, leaving only some remains of reason.

Ying Chengan held Song Chuyi's hand tightly, his pupils dark.

Half an hour later, a strange flower that met the requirements was delivered.

Ying Chengan placed Qi Hua next to Song Chuyi as the old imperial doctor said.

The strange flowers exude a faint fragrance, which penetrates into the nose bit by bit.

Song Chuyi also smelled that fragrance.

It's a bit like a rose, but it has more of an osmanthus feel than a rose.

It is indeed a strange flower, even the fragrance is different!

After the floral fragrance was gradually inhaled into his body, Song Chuyi felt that his body was trying to awaken his consciousness.

His long eyelashes trembled and he slowly opened his eyes.

"grown ups?"

He called out softly, with a little confusion and doubt.

Ying Chengan responded with a low "Yes".

Song Chuyi observed Ying Chengan's expression.

His face was gloomy, and although there was a cold look on his brows, he was not crazy.

He doesn't seem to lose his mind.

That's good, his waist should be saved.

After all, every time the villain feels insecure, his waist gets tired.

"Your wounds still need to be bandaged."

Ying Cheng'an said this and started bandaging Song Chuyi's wounds himself.

The strange flowers next to it still exude a faint fragrance.

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, he felt as if there were ants crawling in his bones, and it was uncomfortably itchy.

His body subconsciously leaned towards Ying Chengan.

"Sir, post it."

He put his face against the back of Ying Chengan's hand and rubbed it.

Ying Cheng'an did not stop the little eunuch's movements, and his men treated his wounds more gently.

The inscription that had been held by the little eunuch had a hole in it and was placed beside the bed.

Ying Chengan picked it up and opened it.

The arrow pierced the word "Happiness" and split it in half, which was extremely dazzling.

Song Chuyi also saw the inscription, rubbed the back of Ying Chengan's hand, and said softly: "I want to put that inscription away properly."

"Sir, help me keep it first."

Ying Chengan responded calmly, rerolled the inscription and put it under the bed.

The little eunuch also rubbed his face against the back of his hand.

After a breath, it seemed that it was not enough, so she took his hand and touched his collarbone.

"Sir, touch it."

The little eunuch's voice seemed to be mixed with honey, sweet and greasy.

Song Chuyi didn't seem to know what he was talking about, and only acted based on some instinct.

Ying Chengan held down his arm.

"Bear it."

Song Chuyi's eyes widened suddenly, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.

The floral fragrance is strong and the effect becomes more powerful.

The fragrance of flowers affected not only Song Chuyi, but also Ying Chengan.

There was no need for him to accompany me when it came to treating illnesses.

He could have locked the little eunuch in the room and let him suffer the pain of love alone.

He might be able to endure it better without him around.

But Ying Chengan didn't choose to do this.

He allowed the rich floral fragrance to enter his body.

Qi Hua is indeed a Qi Hua, even if he has strong internal strength, he still can't stop the burning heat.

He endured the pain that the little eunuch was experiencing at this time.

The eyes were faintly red, and the blood was flowing, making the cold white skin begin to turn red.

Ying Cheng'an pressed Song Chuyi's arm with his big hand and laughed softly.

"Why did you save me?"

When Song Chu heard this, he barely regained some sense.

He rubbed his face against Ying Chengan's knees and said softly, "Because you are very important to me."

He didn't lie, he was honest and focused.

"It's very important."

After emphasizing softly twice, Song Chuyi lowered his head, the ends of his eyes faintly red.

The returning reason was defeated in an instant.

Ying Chengan stared straight at Song Chuyi's eyes that were obviously distracted, and his thin lips were slightly opened.

"That man didn't want to kill me."

Song Chuyi heard Ying Chengan's voice in a daze, and couldn't think clearly.

I just replied with some instinct: "But I don't want you to get hurt."

He tilted his head, his eyes falling on Ying Chengan, but his eyes were unfocused.

"Something very, very bad will happen to you when you get injured."

He couldn't tell what the bad thing was.

But there was a voice in his head saying that Ying Cheng'an couldn't be hurt.

Ying Chengan pressed his thumb on Song Chuyi's palm, and his voice became a little hoarse.

"I will only be the same as you are now."

Endure the pain of this love.

But he is a martial arts practitioner and has deep internal strength to resist.

Unlike the little eunuch, he could only let the heat sweep through his body.

Song Chuyi blinked blankly and lowered his head slowly.

"Don't you want me to save you?"

His voice was very soft, with a hint of vulnerability and grievance.

"No." Ying Chengan's throat rolled, "I just..."

Something came to his lips but Ying Chengan suppressed it.

Those calm eyes seemed to stir up turbulent waves in an instant.

He closed his eyes, and his eyes returned to calmness.

Song Chuyi felt extremely uncomfortable, but his arm was being held down by Ying Chengan, so he couldn't do anything.

He could only put his legs on Ying Chengan.

He said vaguely, "Just what?"

Ying Chengan held down Song Chuyi's legs and his voice became hoarse.

He lowered his head, his eyes were direct and naked, with a hint of paranoia hidden beneath his calmness.

"I hate to let you get hurt."

This was even more painful than his own injury.