Sang Yan was bleeding.
A lot of blood.
The child was slipping away.
Urgent need to save life.
He looked at the white pill, and then at her—he was dying. He really wished she could die with him. If they couldn't live together, then let them die together. The thought was indeed very appealing.
"What is this?"
Han Chen looked at the white pill in Qi Wuya's hand and thought of someone. In a rush, he asked, "Is this the pill left by Miss Hong Zhao? Emperor, then eat it quickly. Miss Hong Zhao is so capable, if you eat it, you'll certainly be fine."
But Qi Wuya didn't eat it.
He looked at Sang Yan, and asked with a smile, "Yanyan, this is the life-saving pill left by Hong Zhao, the only one in the world, do you dare... eat it?"
Han Chen didn't wait for Sang Yan to speak, and immediately shouted to stop her, "No! Emperor! There's only this one! You must eat it quickly!"
"Shut... up!"
Qi Wuya glanced at Han Chen, his voice weak but still stern enough to silence him.
