This apocalypse is a bit sour

Chapter 227 A farce

Tang Yuan did not expect Meng Youran to admit his crime so quickly.

"You!" Something called trust was collapsing in An Jinlan's eyes.

In the next second, Tangyuan felt that the ice sword in her hand was taken away.

When she came to her senses, An Jinlan had already pointed her ice sword at Meng Youran.

"What?" This was too dramatic, she was the one who came here to settle accounts with Meng Youran, how did it turn into two people falling in love and killing each other.

"You are so unrighteous, I will kill you." An Jinlan clenched the sword tightly in her hand, and killing intent appeared in her tearful eyes.

"Wait, Jinlan, please calm down and listen to me, don't hurt people's lives!" Tang Yuan immediately became nervous, watching the posture, An Jinlan wanted to kill a life with a sword.

"Tangyuan, you were killed by him, you are still so cowardly!"

"I'm cowardly?" Tang Yuan pointed at her face. I obviously came here to settle accounts, but the sword was also taken away, and now I have become a persuasion.

The person in front of him who was about to kill his newlywed husband with his own sword actually said that he was cowardly, obviously he was the most aggrieved one right now.

"All of this is Jinlan's fault, no matter what you do, as long as you can forgive me." Meng Youran walked towards An Jinlan's sword without fear.

"Go away!" An Jinlan's eyes flashed a trace of unbearable, and the hand holding Bingjian tightened even more.

"Don't be so indifferent to me." Meng Youran walked slowly towards An Jinlan, with a hint of determination in her eyes.

In the next second, he opened his arms and rushed towards An Jinlan, the long sword pierced his chest, holding An Jinlan with both hands.

"This may be the last time I can hug you." Meng Youran gently stroked An Jinlan's head with her hand. "I know you have never been me in your heart, but I just like you. I like you very much. I don't regret killing him. The things I regret have not entered your heart. If you give me another chance, I will not hurt you. Tang Heng, I will stay by your side and protect you."

An Jinlan's tears flowed down like broken pearls.

"I like you, idiot." An Jinlan's tone was full of tears and tension. "You must be safe, Tangyuan, save her quickly, aren't you a graduate student majoring in biology?"

"Oh, stop the bleeding first." Tangyuan released a faint ice dance in his hand, and the surrounding temperature dropped instantly.

"You still want to attack him, don't you?" An Jinlan watched Tangyuan's movements vigilantly.

"It was you who attacked him from the beginning to the end. The blood will not flow too fast under the low temperature, and he will not feel so painful." He quickly pulled out the ice sword. "Bring over the rescue on the table."

Tangyuan tore a long strip of cloth from his clothes, and then sprinkled the wine on Meng Youran's wound. Fortunately, it didn't hit the heart, otherwise he would definitely be dead now.

Quickly bandaged his wound with cloth strips, and An Jinlan and An Jinlan hugged Meng Youran's body to the bed and covered him with a quilt.

"Is he out of danger now? Your bandaging steps are correct." An Jinlan looked worriedly at Meng Youran who was in a coma.

"I used to be so daring when I watched TV dramas, it might be useful."

"What TV show!"

In the next second, Tangyuan felt her neck being grasped, and was thrown to the ground by An Jinlan.

"You are disregarding my husband's life, quack doctor!"

"I'm not a doctor, let me go." Tang Yuan held An Jinlan's hand. After murdering his own husband, this guy wanted to murder relatives and friends.

"Wait, your husband seems to be waking up." From the corner of Tang Yuan's eyes, she noticed some movement in the head of the person on the bed.

"Youran!" An Jinlan immediately let go of the glutinous rice balls, and rushed towards the bed.

Tangyuan slowly got up from the ground, if this guy didn't wake himself up, he would be strangled to death.

Standing aside, she looked at An Jinlan who was holding Meng Youran's hand with pear blossoms in the rain.

For a moment, there was a sense of confusion about who I am, where I am, and why I came here.

"Youran, I'll find a doctor for you later." An Jinlan leaned on Meng Youran's palm, and tears fell slowly.

"Tangyuan, do you still want to do something to Youran? You go away, I don't want to see you now."

Tang Yuan heard An Jinlan's words of expulsion, and looked at the current situation again. She was really not suitable to stay here as a light bulb, so she obediently walked out of the door, and before leaving, she did not forget to close the door thoughtfully.

"Wait, didn't I come to kill?"

Four hours later, Tangyuan returned to base B, held hot tea and nestled under the bed of her younger brother, and told her brother what happened at that time.

"The situation at that time was like this. Meng Youran's injuries won't kill him, and he needs to cultivate for several months. Sorry, Tang Heng, I should do it myself."

"As long as they come back safely, that's fine. Let the past disappear." Tang Heng sat in front of the window, looking at the snowy scenery in the distance, hesitating in his heart whether to tell Tang Yuan what he knew.

"By the way, I picked up a flute when I was at the capital base. I remember that you liked to play the flute when you were a child." Tang Yuan took out a flute from her pocket, which was left by the man who had Jiming's appearance.

She absolutely did not believe that it was Ji Ming who attacked her. In the original owner's memory, although Ji Ming was a nerd, he was indeed a very kind person.

A person with a flaming physique would rather endure loneliness by himself than get close to others for fear of hurting others.

Such a person would definitely not kill his childhood sweetheart, and that black-robed man is not a flame body, if so, he would not be obediently shot to death by his ice sword, because he has room to resist.

It's very likely that Ji Ming's body was turned into a living corpse by that man, it shouldn't be, why did his inflammatory body disappear along with it.

"Brother Ji Ming used to like listening to my sister play the flute." Tang Heng held the wooden flute. "My sister hasn't played the flute for a long time."

"Really?" Tang Yuan's smile was a little awkward, and this body's original memory was still somewhat incomplete.

"Let me play it for my sister." Tang Heng took the wooden flute from his sister.

The sound of a soft piece of music slowly flowed out from under the lips, lingering in the entire room.

"Do you like it?" Tang Yuan stood behind her brother's wheelchair and covered her with a blanket.

"I like it. With music to accompany me, the world will be more beautiful."

"We will stay together well from now on. Maybe one day Yebei will cure your leg, and my sister will always be with you. Maybe one day you will be upgraded to uncle. Then there will be many little ones. The child is playing with you." A smile appeared on Tangyuan's lips.

"Sister~" Tang Heng's words were swallowed back when they reached the corner of his lips. His sister was so happy, so naturally he couldn't break it. "You're not ashamed."

(End of this chapter)