Guide To Save The Yandere Villains Chapter 398: Covet the gods (25)

Dawn breaks out of the clouds, cuts through the entire night sky, and re-spreads the light of hope for the world.

When the news of the successful operation came, Aile was relieved, and looked at Si Tu with gratitude in his eyes.

In his opinion, it was because of the presence of Miss Si that the leader of the party was able to turn the crisis into safety so quickly.

Ms. Si's sincerity must have moved the God of Light.

Yin En, who was standing outside the crowd, silently withdrew his gaze from the operating room.

The clenched fist became tighter and tighter.

Early in the morning, the warm sunlight fell on the white hospital bed, and the man's fingertips moved.

The severe pain was transmitted to the nerve endings, and Andre wanted to cry out in pain, but he was startled by the sleeping girl next to him.

Her face is still exquisite and beautiful, as beautiful as an elf who does not eat fireworks.

As if she should be held in the palm of the world and loved, carefree, safe and happy.

And a person like him who wanders in darkness and killing is destined to be two extremes with her.

One is the purest white, and the other is the ultimate black.

Like two parallel lines that never meet, they can be seen from a distance but cannot touch each other.

The pain from the wound on his body stimulated him all the time.

But Andre was still unwilling to wake up the sleeping girl, and he was willing to do so.

The early morning sun is warm, but it is still a bit dazzling when it covers the body.

The girl's drooping thick eyelashes trembled, and a pair of green pupils were reflected in Andre's dark eyes.

He didn't even have time to take back his focused and obsessed gaze.

"Are you awake?"

Shaking his head, Si Tu let himself wake up quickly.

Seeing that his face is still pale, why did he lose weight like this after not seeing him for a few days?

In the future, he must replenish his body.

"I'll call you a doctor first."

There must be another comprehensive inspection before Si Tu can rest assured.

"I'm fine"

I just want to keep watching you up close.

Andre held her wrist that was about to leave, and touched the wound, causing him to frown in pain.

"It's okay, just lie down and don't touch the wound anymore."

Si Tu's tone was concerned, and he quickly helped him lie back on the hospital bed.

"You are a human being, not a god. If you are a human being, you will be in pain. You don't have to endure the pain in front of me, and I won't laugh at you."

Tucking up the quilt for him, Si Tu went to ring the bell.

Although they were scolding words, they were more pleasant to Andre's ears than the Pope's prayer.

"I don't want you to worry."

It is almost his instinct to endure pain.

No matter when and where, as the leader of the Quebec Party, you must not reveal your weakness and wounds.

But in front of her, he wants to be willful for a while

The doctors rushed over and breathed a sigh of relief after doing a physical examination.

The fate of the leader of the party was saved, and they did not insult the white coat they were wearing.

"If you don't want me to worry anymore, protect yourself and don't let yourself get hurt again."

Where is life so important as a so-called mission?

I have to say that the brainwashing of the Quebec by the royal family is quite thorough.

Looking at the scars exposed from the loose buttons of Andre, Si Tu frowned even deeper,

"When are these wounds?"

He is only in his twenties now, and those wounds have healed over.

Obviously, it was left when he was a child.

"It was about ten years ago, or maybe more, I don't remember exactly."

For as long as he can remember, it has been endless training.

In the beginning, the enemy was a stranger, then he was a comrade-in-arms brother, and later, he gradually became numb.

Hate the sun, hate the so-called gods, and hate the injustice of fate.

But this world is always fair. He lost everything he could, but met his bright redemption.

"I don't want to see any new scars on your body."

Si Tu's tone was extremely solemn, and there was undeniable determination in his green eyes.

Like a queen sitting high on the throne, and he is the most loyal believer crawling at her feet.

"Are you concerned about me?"

Andre raised his dark eyes with a focused and gentle expression.

Perhaps because of his injury, his voice is hoarse, but it has a unique charm.

Tsk, the injured little villain looks even more charming.

System question mark face: So your own host took the initiative to fall this time?

"You saved me, we are friends, of course I will care about you."

Si Tu poured a glass of warm water and handed it to his chapped lips.

But Andre didn't seem to want to drink the glass of water, and looked at her with almost stubborn eyes,

"For Miss Si, is this concern only from friends?"

Without waiting for Si Tu's answer, Andre lowered his eyes, looking extremely disappointed, and continued,

"Will Ms. Si treat all her friends like me? Will she stay by his hospital bed and send her most sincere blessings for safety before leaving?"

Most importantly, it will become the only light that illuminates his dark and rough life.

Is such a strong emotion really just from a friend?

Andre was eager to get her answer, but feared that the answer was not what he wanted.

Conflict and panic instantly magnified in my heart, and even my fingertips curled up unconsciously.

As weak and pitiful as a small animal that desperately needs protection.

There was no accusation in his tone, more of grievance

But Si Tu was still overwhelmed.

"I"

Before she could explain why, Andre pulled her into his arms, and the water in the water glass made his hospital gown faint.

"Are you crazy? Your wound has just been stitched up, so you can't get wet!"

Because of his action just now, blood was even faintly oozing from his white bandage.

After finally pulling him back from the gate of hell, you want to do it yourself?

"I'm crazy!"

Andre replied loudly, but there was more grievance in his tone.

In order not to let his wound continue to burst, Si Tu could only follow his will and nestle in his arms.

The rhythm of the beating heart gradually coincided with the chart on the instrument yesterday.

She has witnessed the existence of miracles with her own eyes, so she cherishes this hard-won blessing from the gods even more.

"When I was performing tasks in the sixth district, I could only think about you. Even when I was cut across my chest by the demon's sharp blade, I was thinking about whether you would be sad because of it?"

Everything he thinks is always influenced by her.

Uncontrollable, but willing to fall.

"Then will you be sad because of this? Will you care about the wounds on my body?"

I am waiting for your final answer, just like a fallen angel waiting for the final judgment.

Will they fall into darkness forever, or be redeemed by light?

It's all in your mind.