Fox Demon: Huaizhu is not a concubine, and hegemony has no wife

Chapter 594: Have you ever risked your life for others in your life?

Warm sunlight pierced through the misty clouds, passed through the window, and fell on the little monster on the bed.

To date, Qingtong has been in a coma for three consecutive days.

Su Mu asked Cuiyu Xiaotan about the situation and learned that Cuiyu Xiaotan was not seriously injured, but it might take some time for her to wake up, perhaps a few days or even months.

There is no doubt about Cuiyu Xiaotan's medical skills. In today's world, the only person who can surpass Cuiyu Xiaotan's medical skills is probably Cuiyu Ling.

Although he knew that Qingtong was fine, looking at the pale girl lying on the bed with her eyes closed, he looked a little silent. The scene of the first time he met the little goblin emerged in his mind. Qingtong at that time was so small and pitiful, so he kept her by his side. In fact, if he hadn't known that the other party was Qingtong, he might not have treated this little goblin specially.

But after taking in the little fairy that day, Qingtong stayed with him. Although as a little fairy, she could not do much, but she always tried her best to complete every task she assigned to him.

Every single one...

This is all the case.

"Have you ever risked your life for someone else in your life?"

Su Mu stretched out his hand and gently stroked Qingtong's cheek, as if whispering to himself.

If Qingtong was in danger and would face death if he took action, would he make the same choice as Qingtong?

If I ask myself honestly, I'm afraid I can't do it like Qingtong.

In his entire life, it seemed that he had never really risked his life for others. The so-called risking his life did not mean working hard for others, nor did it mean trying his best to do things, but that even if he really died, he would be truly willing to do so.

What he seemed unable to do, others did for him.

Faced with the assassin's potentially fatal attack, the little monster Qingtong hardly even hesitated.

It seemed as if it was only natural that she would risk her life to die for him.

But this... is it really as it should be?

Is it really worth it for Qingtong?

"Have some food."

A soft voice came from behind.

Su Mu turned around and saw Dongfang Huaizhu appeared behind him. The woman's face was still a little pale, but her eyes were gentle.

"Why did you come out? Why don't you take a good rest?"

Su Mu hurried forward to support Dongfang Huaizhu: "In your current condition, you need to lie down on the bed and don't move."

Although the assassination incident that day did not cause any harm to Dongfang Huaizhu, she had experienced such a dangerous situation and had just given birth, so she needed to take good care of herself after the confinement period.

"I'm fine."

Dongfang Huaizhu shook his head, his eyes fell on Qingtong who was lying unconscious, and he pursed his lips slightly: "I have to come and see how Qingtong is doing."

She whispered: "If it weren't for Qingtong, our child..."

However, Dongfang Huaizhu immediately raised his head again, with a forced smile on his face: "But Xiao Tan said that Qingtong is fine, and she will be fine after she wakes up from the coma."

Looking at Dongfang Huaizhu, Su Mu was silent. In fact, not only did he feel guilty, but Dongfang Huaizhu also felt guilty in his heart. Su Mu felt that Qingtong was fighting so hard for himself, but on the surface, the little goblin was fighting hard to protect Huaizhu's child.

No matter what, whether it is for Dongfang Huaizhu or Su Mu, they will not really think about who Qingtong is doing this for? They will not think about it in this way. Just knowing what Qingtong did is enough.

Although Su Mu still wanted to stay with Qingtong, he didn't want to make Dongfang Huaizhu worry, so he supported Dongfang Huaizhu and went back.

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A hazy fog.

A tiny spider broke out of the ground like thousands of other spiders. It slowly awakened its consciousness from a tiny, ignorant creature, and eventually became a low-level little monster. Then, like other little monsters like her, it began to weave spider brocade desperately every day.

This happens every day.

Every day they worked hard to spin spider silk and weave spider brocades. They were exhausted every day and were often beaten. They did not have enough to eat or wear warm clothes. Even though they did not know how many pieces of spider brocades they had woven, they never had a piece of their own.

Although I don't understand why I have worked hard for a long time, but I still have never had a piece of silk, and never had a piece of my own.

Although I work hard every day, every day is still very hard.

But I always feel that tomorrow will be better.

But the days, as always, day by day, month by month, year by year, seem to have never changed.

It seemed as if I had become a tender green seedling that had been buried under the rocks in winter and had just broken through the ground, but was now facing the heavy pressure of the rocks and the cold wind.

Perhaps it will soon die under the weight of the rocks, or shiver to death in the cold wind.

But suddenly one day, I met someone and my living environment suddenly changed.

There is no longer the task of weaving brocade every day as before. I will not be beaten or scolded every day. I can eat my fill every day. Even if I live in a big, warm house with warm quilts, I no longer have to give the brocade I weave to others. I can weave whatever I want for myself.

It is like a tender sprout that has just broken through the soil under the rocks in the cold winter, and is suddenly moved to a warm room. It no longer has to suffer the invasion of cold air and can bask in the warm sunshine every day.

But suddenly one day, a cold wind blew and heavy rain fell, as if to break everything and push himself back to the past.

Although I felt so scared at that moment and wanted to shrink my head, as if I had buried my head in the soil in the past, all the beatings, hunger, and abuse would seem to disappear, but it seemed that I could no longer bury my head in the soil.

then

He raised his head and started fighting desperately.

But she was so weak, unable to change anything, unable to do anything, and could only be thrown to the ground like a used rag. She could do nothing and could only lie on the ground.

It seemed that she could only lie on the ground and watch.

Just like her humble life, just like her weakness throughout her life, nothing can be changed.

But even so, it's better to just block it for a while.

even if...

Even just one second.

pain

Endless pain invaded the whole body, the legs and wrists that had not yet transformed were shattered, and the body was like a broken doll.

It seemed as if my breathing had stopped.

She could do nothing more.

I feel like I'm going to die.

Maybe soon...

I'm about to die.

Like the young sprouts that were once pressed under rocks and now break through the ground in the cold winter wind, death seems to be common in such an environment.

It seems to be a matter of course.

But suddenly

I don't want to die anymore.

Qingtong... doesn't want to die yet.

I have never accompanied my master, never hidden in my master's hair, and looked at this beautiful world.

Nor has he ever used spider silk to paint the road he and his master walked together into a beautiful picture.

She... doesn't want to die.

I also want to be my master's other pair of eyes.

I want to accompany my master to more places in the future.

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Qingtong: I'll generate electricity, or I'll die in front of you, hum~.~