I want to be friends with the hero

Chapter 147
Singing and dancing to promote peace, cups and cups staggered.

Qu made some gestures to the person beside him, and only after seeing that person nodded, he moved back and resolutely turned around and left the scene.

Returning to the pool by the same route, the woman had long since disappeared.

He looked around and walked through the crowd like a headless chicken, his shoulders kept turning to avoid people coming and going.

Finally he stopped, staring at the woman who lowered her head and was playing with flowers and plants.

"Oh, how are you walking?" The woman was originally complaining. When she looked up and saw his handsome face, she couldn't help but become distracted and raised her head.

Her thin, shapeless face was covered with a thick layer of white powder. Although it covered her dark complexion as expected, it contrasted sharply with the color of her neck, as if completely different bodies were pieced together, which looked weird.

The sharp voice regained Qu Yi's mind, and the tactile nerves on the soles of his feet told him that he had stepped on someone.

He took a few steps back absentmindedly, ignored the strike-up, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

But his eyes were fixed on the bored figure, and he continued to approach her step by step.

"Who is it!" The woman chopped her feet angrily, deeply doubting her own charm.

The lady's reserve does not allow her to continue to be presumptuous, so she can only swallow her grievances in her stomach.

Qu Yi didn't receive her complaining eyes, and even blocked all the surrounding voices.

Involuntarily walking towards the direction of the woman, as if there is a mysterious force driving this body.

The words came to my mouth and I swallowed them, and then I swallowed them again, repeated several times, and finally said: "Girl, can I know what the price is?"

Hearing a familiar voice, Shen Yun raised his head, and saw Qu Yi with a dignified expression, holding his breath and tense body.

She wiped off the dust on her hands, turned around, stood facing him gracefully, and replied earnestly: "Just donate the blood essence of wood."

Her brisk voice was so pleasant that Qu Yi's tense nerves were relaxed, and he raised his handkerchief to wipe the sweat stains on his neck.

It's not difficult for the wood-type blood essence.

But this method can be tried.

"Thank you Miss Shen Yun. If there is a need in the future, Qu Yiwan will not hesitate to die." He bowed deeply, buried his body low, and apologized for his bad behavior before, "Before, I was the one who was rude."

He was emotional, his old-fashioned face kept twitching, and his eyes were red as if they were about to burst into tears.

Shen Yun shook his head, he had misunderstood.

How could things be so simple?
She didn't want to disappoint him after giving him hope.

"There are two requirements."

Qu Yi was not surprised to know that there was a request, and he would go all out no matter what the request was.

"What request?" he asked.

"First, it must be the royal family of the Meow galaxy."

The purest bloodline of the royal family in the Meow Galaxy is the one in front of me. As for the arrogant princess Qu Yi, she was unexpectedly excluded.

Seeing him staring at her with burning eyes, pleading and hoping condensed in his resolute eyes, it was as if he had placed all his bets on her, leaving no way out for himself.

Shen Yun's attitude did not change, he looked at him calmly, and said the second condition: "Second, donate ten drops of wood-type blood at the same time."

"Ten drops!?" Qu Yi's thick voice can become so sharp and piercing that it is comparable to the most outstanding soprano.

This is simply Arabian Nights!
Qu Yi once suspected that she was lying, but her eyes were so clear that they overshadowed the surrounding eyes, so clear that one could see through them at a glance.

It makes people unable to firmly doubt.

However, for wood-type blood essence, the limit for ordinary aliens is three drops, and after a year or so of cultivation, they can recover to their original state.

The B grade is five drops, the A grade is seven drops, and the S grade is nine drops.As the level increases, the counterattack of the same number of drops becomes smaller.

And when it reaches the limit, the number of drops will increase. Even if she is an S-level alien, nine drops can already make her walk through the gate of hell.

If it was ten drops... the consequences would be disastrous.

But she said it so lightly?

When the people around heard Qu Yi's scream, they immediately became quiet, and their gazes converged.

"What happened?" The same meaning was written in his eyes.

After looking suspiciously for a few times, he turned his head and continued his actions: "It's nothing serious."

The whole venue resumed its hustle and bustle.

On the other hand, Qu Yi looked ashamed, as if his soul had been burned by a raging fire. Just a moment ago, he was deep in heaven, but this moment he seemed to have fallen into the [-]th floor of hell.

He knew in his heart that according to the young master's temperament, he would never take other people's lives for his own legs.

This answer means that the young master will never stand up again.

"Still as bold as ever!"

Qu Yi turned around stiffly, his eyes were red, and he called out dejectedly: "Master."

Qu Ling pushed him to the front of Shen Yun. Although she didn't say a word, her eyes were full of prayers.

Qu Jing's seemingly plain eyes contained an inviolable majesty: "Go back to the punishment hall and get twenty thorns."

Stabbing is a kind of punishment against strangers. The alienated thorns can penetrate the barrier, pierce the flesh, and instantly tear open the flesh.

Twenty stabs will not kill you, but your skin will peel off.

Qu Yi had no complaints. He knew the young master's rules, and this kind of punishment was considered to be lenient.

"No." He said, taking Qu Ling's place.

Qu Jing looked at the straight Shen Yun standing beside her, her standing posture was a beautiful landscape.

He rested his hands on his legs, his numb nerves felt numb, and the muscles under his hands were atrophying even with the best care.

It was obviously a part of his body, but he was not qualified to use it, which made him extremely frustrated.

"Qu Yi's smooth escape is of course inseparable from my acquiescence." He pinched his fingertips inward, talking about his fragility that he never wanted to reveal, "Hope is right in front of us, and I'm just a mortal body, and I haven't cultivated enough yet I look down on the point of life and death, so I can't help but want to know what the answer is."

Zhou Cuo had personally seen her retain a helpless person. This woman created an unforgettable miracle with her firmness and simplicity.

So he also hoped that she could create another miracle.

"Second...is there really no other way?" Qu Ling suppressed sobbing and asked pretending to be strong.

Shen Yun frowned and didn't know how to comfort her.

"Qu Ling is enough." Qu Jing's fragile voice contained the sadness of hopelessness, "I can't do it, I can't ask a woman I met by chance to fight for me."

Actually otherwise, if this person had nothing to do with Yu Chengqi, he would definitely make a completely different choice.

He decided to give up from the moment he got the answer, and Shen Yun easily read the unwillingness from his introverted hands.

Back then, meeting him was just a coincidence, and even without the power he imparted to him through his legs, she would stick to her decision.

Although the simple picture does not show what her decision is, the Shen family members are all stubborn, and once they decide, they will not change.

So it can be speculated that her energy helped her escape death, and if he regretted it, she could give the power back to him.

"I can help you, and I won't necessarily die." She knelt down and looked him in the eye.

The smell of alcohol and flowers was mixed, and the rest of them stared nervously at Qu Jing's lips, hoping that he would make up his mind.

The two gazed at each other for a long time, but there was no ambiguity. One dared to speak, and the other wanted to agree.

(End of this chapter)