Dear Commander-in-Chief

Feng Yangchu's words made Chu Junmo have to face his heart.

Yes, he was moved by Gu Qiqi, and was also upset-he couldn't control himself!

All the time, what lingers in her mind is her delicate and smart little figure, and her grotesque smile always wonders where she is, whether it is dangerous or not.

Even on the sickbed, he could force himself up for her.

Not to mention the danger, and don't hesitate to block her bullets...

He was completely sunk.

Chu Junmo was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his calm and unwavering face, and in a rare hot tone, he asked Feng Yangchu: "Second Uncle, why can't I be moved? Qi Qi is so good, don't I pursue it? The power of happiness?"

Feng Yangchu's eyes became more complicated.

He stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, and sighed softly: "Jun Mo, I know Qiqi is very good, and I understand that you want to pursue happiness. But have you forgotten, your heart...it doesn't allow you to get involved in lovers. Love matters..."

A painful look appeared on Chu Junmo's face.

The position of the left ventricle is painful.

It was his **** congenital heart disease, and doctors all over the world could not cure it.

Life and death are fate, he has always looked very lightly, but at this moment, he hates his sick body.

Because people with heart disease cannot have too intense emotional life.

That will be his last reminder, leaving him untouched.

But I also know that if he can't persuade him to completely dispel this idea at the moment, I am afraid...he will become attached to Qiqi in the future, even if he is hurt more deeply and cannot be saved.

Therefore, Feng Yangchu was cruel and cruel: "Jun Mo, listen to what your second uncle said, let go! Or, just find a girl who doesn't care so much to get married, and make do with it. Otherwise, if you pursue Qiqi, you will definitely regret it!"

Chu Jun's eyes became more determined, and he shook his head: "I don't want to make do with emotional matters."

Feng Yangchu's pupils shrank, and said anxiously: "Did you forget, what year is this year? Wuxu year! Have you forgotten that Wuxu year is your year of blood and light? If you have three long and two short... do?"

The Year of the Hundred Days, the Year of the Tengu..

This year will always be the threshold of life and death for Chu Junmo, the year of blood and light.

Why do you say "forever"?

Chu Junmo lowered his eyes for a while, and his thin lips squirmed: "Second Uncle, I decided to use this prescription, looking for medicine..."

He lifted up the elegant gown and took out a piece of yellowed papyrus from the undershirt.

In terms of prescriptions, although various medicinal materials are rare and remote, they are not difficult to find. Especially for a big president like Chu Junmo, what medicine can't be found in this world?

just……

The last medicine...

Flame blood, Sanjun!

This is the real reason why Chu Junmo has not used this prescription.

Flame blood is a very rare type of blood, 10,000 times rarer than special blood types such as RH negative blood.

It's hard to find such a rare blood type.

Not to mention looking for Sanjun!

What is the concept of Sanjun?

In other words, Sanjun is ninety catties!

How heavy is the blood in an ȧduŀt?

That is about eight catties.

Even if Wanli found the owner of Flame Blood, that would not be enough.

I am afraid that one-tenth of the blood will be drawn every day to maintain that person's life, for more than a hundred days... to collect enough blood!