The hermit only vaguely remembered that he had fallen at the door of Yi Yunxuan, and he didn't know why he came here when he was seriously injured? Maybe it was because Yin Yi was still here? Or maybe the woman he couldn't forget was here before?

If he really wants to die, then let him die here, guarding Fu'an and guarding his sister. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Is it just that I am lying in a warm quilt now? Is it a hidden discovery of myself?

"Water... Water... water..."

The hermit was hoarse, and his mind was not very clear, so he only instinctively whispered a few times. The sound is almost inaudible.

Fu'an supported his chin with one hand, dozing off his head little by little, and vaguely heard the hermit calling her in a trance, and suddenly woke up, and happened to see the hermit's chapped lips moving, Fu'an listened to it, and heard that the hermit wanted to drink water.

Hurriedly got up and went to the table to pour water, tested the water temperature again, and helped the hermit up, let him lean sideways in the crook of his arm, and feed it carefully.

The hermit only felt that the long-term drought was as pleasant as the rain, swallowing heavily, Fu'an was distressed and angry, and while holding a handkerchief to wipe the tea flowing from the corner of the hermit's mouth, he muttered: "It's really like a cow drinking water, and even the injury can't be changed." ”

Just as he spoke, the corners of his eyes moistened again.

After Yin Yi put down the hermitage, he went out. Fu'an had to stop the bleeding and apply medicine to the wound of the hermitage himself.

Fu'an carefully took scissors to cut the clothes at the wound, but there were too many wounds on his body, Fu'an blushed, and simply took off his hermitage shirt, revealing his strong chest, but there were countless new injuries and old injuries on his body, and there were not many good places.

Fu'an used to hear Yin Yi always talk about the hardships of practicing at that time and the dangers of performing tasks. It was only after the jade hand stroked every wound on Yin Xiu's body that she deeply knew how much blood, tears and sweat were behind the high and high masters of Yin Yi's current style.

Three minutes on stage, ten years off the stage.

The hermit felt a drop by drop of coldness on his face, was it raining?

Trying to open his eyes, he only vaguely saw a woman beside the bed, secretly wiping her tears, he knew that this person was not hidden.

It's just that these eyebrows and eyes are so familiar? On the round face, the original smiling eyes are full of sorrow. His eyes were as red as rabbit eyes.

Yin Xiu wanted to raise his hand to soothe her frowning brow, but he tried his best, but his arm still couldn't be raised.

"Fu'an, I knew you would be here..."The hermit said softly, his voice hoarse and low.

Fu'an suddenly heard the voice of the hermit, and the expression on his face changed from surprise to surprise, and then he put his arms around the hermit's neck and whimpered lowly, "I knew you would be fine, I knew you wouldn't leave me alone..."

It wasn't until there was a burst of breath from the hermitage that Fu'an wiped his tears and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?" Did I touch your wound, does it matter? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'm just too happy..."

Yin Xiu looked at Fu'an who was at a loss in front of him, and a smile rose on the corner of his mouth, his Fu'an was back, and he didn't die.

"I'm fine. It's just that you're back, why don't you let Yin Yi deliver me a message, do you know how worried I am..."Yin Xiu asked in a low voice.

Fu'an stretched his eyes wide, and said with joy in his heart: "Are you really worried about me?

Yin Xiu thought for a while and said, "It's the same as worrying about the young master now. ”

Fu'an pouted, and said in his heart how could he only end up with the same treatment as his young master, and he was a little lost for a while.

"Master Qingyou had an accident, and you were so seriously injured for Master Qingyou?" Fu'anhu, who reacted, asked suspiciously.

Yin Xiu said with a sad face: "It's all because I'm useless, I couldn't save the young master." ”

Fu'an saw that he was too emotional, so he comforted him softly: "As long as Master Qingyou is fine, let's find a way to rescue him, and we will definitely be able to save it." ”

While speaking, Yin Yi came in, and asked with a somewhat solemn face, "Yin Xiu, what the hell is going on?"

Yin Xiu sighed and said: "The young master was captured by Sima Lie, and now he is locked up in the prison of the Criminal Department, I originally wanted to lead someone to rescue the young master, but I didn't want to fall for Sima Lie's tricks..."

Yin Yi muttered, "No wonder you are so badly injured with your skills..."

"By the way, in order to avoid affecting you, you better send me away quickly, I am afraid that I am injured and I have left blood stains and footprints..."

Yin Yi rolled his eyes, and said angrily: "I did the aftermath work last night, don't you have any ability for your sister?"

Only then did the hermit smile and said, "I forgot, you are no longer the sister who only cries and cries after me." ”

Yin Yi retorted anxiously: "When did I cry and cry?"

Only then did the hermit realize that he had said the wrong thing again.

Fu'an looked at the scene of the brother and sister bickering, his mood calmed down a little, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's just that the young master is in prison for one more day, and there will be more dangers, so we still have to find a way to rescue the young master as soon as possible..."

Yin Yi replied in a low voice, and said: "Since you have returned in vain, we are afraid that it will be even more difficult for us to rescue the young master." ”

Yin Xiu said: "Even if we fight to the death, we have to rescue the young master." ”

Because he was too emotional, several wounds on his body were torn open again, reflecting the snow-white gauze.

Fu'an was disgusted, pressed the hermit back to the bed, and said, "It's all hurt like this, and it won't stop... Master Qingyou is naturally trying to save him, but the most important thing for you at the moment is to take care of your injuries..."

The hermit struggled and said, "No, I must go and save the young master." ”

Fu'an stretched out his hand and pointed at the door of the hermitage's head and said, "The limbs are well developed and the mind is simple. Where is the prison of the Criminal Department? If you fight so hard, even if you go ten times and a hundred times, you can't rescue Master Qingyou? Let's outwit them all?"

The hermit and the hermit looked back at the confident Fu'an, and asked in unison, "Do you have a way?"

Fu'an raised his chin and said, "That's nature." You are concerned about it, and you are messy. Since it was His Majesty who caught Master Qingyou. So who is Your Majesty's weakness? Who cares more about Master Qingyou?"

"Miss..."

"Miss Ye..."

The two of them were like being enlightened, and they said suddenly.

According to the affection between Ye Juan and the young master, it is naturally impossible to see death without saving, and Sima Lie's affection for Ye Juan is well known. If Ye Juan went to ask Sima Lie, he would give Sima Lie some thin noodles if he wanted to.

The hermit cultivator was a little uneasy and said, "Sima Lie is now Your Majesty, does Miss Ye's words still work?"

Fu'an replied, "Whether it works or not, we have to give it a try, it's better than your stupid method." Besides, whether he is the prince or the emperor, I believe that his feelings for the young lady cannot be faked. ”

Yin Yi nodded in agreement, she had been following Ye Juan, and she had everything in her eyes. It's really not okay, and it's okay to come up with a bitter meat plan.

exchanging Ye Juan's life for the young master's life, I can see the weight of Ye Juan's heart in Sima Lie...