Chapter 342: Distraught

Han Fei had a dream.
The dream repeated the scene of pushing Qin Che into the cliff over and over again.
Over and over again.
Repeatedly.
Every time, she felt her heart died once.
In the dream, she kept trying to stop the abnormal self, but she couldn't move, she was like a spectator, and she could only watch.
Immediately after the picture turned, she once again came to the world of ice and snow, the world she hadn't been to for a long time, was Qin Che's inner world.
She stood in the snow, feeling the cold temperature, and then slowly reacted.
Correct! This is Qin Che's inner world! She can still come here, does it mean that Qin Che is not dead!
With this thought in mind, Han Fei started to run regardless, and ran in a hurry. She fell directly, got up and continued, her eyes were terribly stubborn.
find him! She wants to find him!
Han Fei also had to tell him that she didn't mean it, she didn't want him to die!
She ran in a hurry, and what caught her eye was the small wooden house. Han Fei's expression was joyful, and she rushed over, yelling, "Qin Che! Qin Che!"
She ran into the wooden house desperately and slammed the door open, but the familiar figure did not appear.
Han Fei was lost to the extreme.
Almost cried.
She struggled to control her emotions, scanned around, made sure there was no one in the room, and then went out.
She wants to find lakes, lakes...
But when she ran to the lake, she could only see the ice, which was terribly empty.
Vaguely, there seemed to be a figure standing at the end of the lake.
Han Fei smiled and was about to run over, but when she ran over there, the figure disappeared.
All are just illusory.
fake.
Han Fei couldn't help it any more, kneeling on the ground, the big man crying like a collapse.
In her sleep, her tears continued to flow, making her pillow wet.
Bai Li Wenxiu and He Lao sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Han Fei, who was lying on the bed with haggard and pale faces, both of them felt uncomfortable.
Ten days have passed.
Since the battle, Han Fei has been in a coma for ten days. Had it not been for Crane’s decoction, Han Fei would have died.
But it’s not a way to continue like this. Han Fei is already thin and out of shape, and the internal organs of her whole body are exhausted. Until now, she can’t even swallow, and He Lao’s soup medicine is useless. If Han Fei Never wake up again...
Neither of them dared to think about this possibility.
Baili Wenxiu looked up at Old He, and said, "When will Han Fei wake up?"
Old He shook his head and said: "It depends on her will, but now...Han Fei doesn't want to wake up, and we can't do anything."
Bai Li Wenxiu lowered his head and looked at Han Fei's face no longer radiant. His heart ached so badly that he couldn't help but grasp it tightly.
Old He glanced at him, sighed, and said, "His Royal Highness, you'd better take a break first. You have been guarding for many days. My disciple hasn't woke up before you fell."
Bai Li Wenxiu nodded and said, "I will stay here for a while."
Seeing that he was quite persistent, Old Crane swallowed all the words of persuasion that came to his mouth. This is another pair of resentment. The most difficult word between heaven and earth is love.
He left the room after leaving the medicinal materials, leaving Bai Li Wenxiu and Han Fei behind. He has more important things. The Qi Wukong and others who were dragged back in the forest that day still breathed a sigh of relief. Lao Ge was snatched back from Yan Wangye, but he was seriously injured. He is still nursing and cannot do without his treatment.
Fortunately, Han Fei still had feelings in his body that day, and he didn't really kill him after the opponent's defeat, otherwise even the genius He Lao would have nothing to do.
What made Old He's headache even more troublesome was that the five people were easy to save, but they were still humans, and he still had a way.
As for another pair of bones...
He Lao expressed his sadness.
He rummaged through all the medical books and couldn't find how to save a skeleton.
But Mr. He felt that the skull would not die like this, so he picked up all the bones and piled them in his prescription without any idea.
Bai Li Wenxiu sat by the bed and looked at Han Fei quietly, the tenderness in his eyes was about to overflow.
Bai Liwenxiu couldn't help reaching out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Han Fei's cheek, but when he was about to touch it, he stopped. He slowly closed his hand, seeming to be cowardly.
"Han Fei, what should I do with you..."
This sentence is very light and light, and it is almost inaudible.
Bai Li Wenxiu has never tried to be so frustrated.
He waited day by day, getting more flustered and anticipating every day.
Expect and worry.
Looking forward to her waking up.
And she woke up in fear.
After she wakes up, will she chase King Qin away?
As at the time, she was about to jump off the cliff and follow King Qin.
At that moment, Bai Liwenxiu really thought he was about to lose her, and even his breathing was about to stop.
Bai Liwenxiu hates herself, hates her own powerlessness, but is helpless.
He sat in the chair, as if lost in thought.
Han Fei was sitting on the snow, and the cold temperature made her tremble, but her expression was extremely numb, even if she was frozen purple, she didn't care.
"Host."
Taobao's voice came in suddenly.
Han Fei raised her head numbly, looking at the child floating in the air, suddenly a surge of anger.
She brushed and stood up, her face grimly said: "Taobao. Why are you here?!"
With a slight hesitation on the child's immature face, he said: "Host..."
Han Fei bit her lower lip tightly, biting bleeding, her eyes were full of resentment and sorrow.
"Why betray me?!"
Taobao drifted closer and said: "Host..."
"Go! Go!"
Taobao's face was about to cry.
Han Fei grabbed the snow on the ground and threw it at Taobao desperately, but the snow penetrated through its body and nothing was thrown.
Taobao is just a projection here.
But Han Fei still didn't stop, as if venting her anger, she desperately grabbed the snow on the ground and threw it over.
Click it.
Taobao didn't avoid it, just looking at Han Fei.
Finally, Han Fei was tired and sat stiffly on the blood, tears falling one by one, and then covered her face with both hands, as if she wanted to prevent her tears from falling weakly.
"Host……"
"Get out! Get out of me! Get out of me!"
"Host, calm down!"
"Qin Che is dead! He is dead! I killed him! I personally sent the dagger into his chest! I also pushed him off the cliff! It's all my fault! I am the mastermind, but You are an accomplice!"
Taobao's face flashed with sadness, and he said in a cowardly small voice: "The host... the male is not dead..."
Han Fei, who was in collapse, was stunned when he heard these words, suddenly got up and said: "What did you say?! Say it again!"
"The male is not dead, he just went where he should go."
Han Fei was startled, her voice seemed hoarse, and slowly said, "What are you talking about? Qin Che is not dead? Yes, is it true? What else should I go to? Tell me!"
"Host, can you calm down and listen to me now?"
Han Fei nodded desperately.