"For ...... Why? Zhao Yue looked at him in disbelief, his master's medical skills were superb, and he had always loved Xiaobai, how could he let him suffer like this time?

The immeasurable monk sighed softly, "Alas, only in this way can his blood be the primer of the twelve!" ”

"Medicine...... Medicine primer? Zhao Yue muttered and repeated.

"That's right," the immeasurable monk nodded slightly, pinched a handkerchief and wiped his hands, "Looking at the current situation, if Twelve wants to live, I'm afraid he will have to exchange Eleven's life." ”

Zhao Yue only felt soft, "How can it be ......?"

Chang Mu hurriedly supported him, pulled him aside, picked the important ones, and explained.

The snow is falling, and the light shadows are reflected on the window screens, just like the spring breeze and flying flowers.

Zhao Yue's heart was sour, and he ...... Will he still survive the spring?

"Zhao Yue......" Xue Yue's faint voice was like flying snow falling, almost inaudible, but Zhao Yue was a person who practiced martial arts, his ears were naturally pointed, he roughly wiped the tears on his face, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You don't ...... Mo told Rong'er. A drop of cold sweat slipped down from Xue Yi's forehead, and quietly fell on the tip of the bamboo leaf that was secretly embroidered on the brocade, like the rootless water remaining between the thin leaves of the green bamboo after the rain.

The flowers and leaves spread on the brocade are not afraid of the harsh winter, they are still stretched and full of vitality, Zhao Yue looked at the tiny water slowly disappearing, and after a while, he straightened his complexion, and said solemnly: "Xiaobai, don't worry, I won't tell the little junior sister, but," his misty peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, "However, if you die, the little junior sister will definitely come to mourn." ”

Xue Yi quietly looked at the top of the tent with blue and dark bamboo patterns, and did not answer for a long time, "Don't worry, I won't die," he said, he hooked his pale and delicate lips, "If I die, won't it be cheaper for others?" ”

Zhao Yue, who has always been rough-leaved, heard this, as if he had eaten a pickled sour plum, from his mouth to his heart, he trembled and pulled Xue Wu's weak and soft hand, and asked in a trembling voice: "Does it still hurt?" ”

He remembers that when he was eight years old, he was whipped twenty horsewhips by his father, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't eat or sleep for a whole month, and even now he thinks about it, he has palpitations. At that time, the pain was terrible, so he hugged a father's antique vase, smashed it hard, and listened to the crisp sound of the porcelain breaking, and felt that it didn't hurt so much, but he was ...... The pain all over his body, but he couldn't move, he really couldn't imagine it.

Xue Miao closed his eyes slightly, "Well, it hurts." ”

"You ......" For a moment, Zhao Yue was dumbfounded, "Shouldn't you say, 'I'm fine, it doesn't hurt'?" ”

A shallow smile bloomed on Xue Miao's pale face, "Zhao Yue, you are not Rong'er, is it necessary for me to be a hero in front of you?" ”

Zhao Yue croaked angrily: "Could it be that the heart of this son of the world is not fleshy?" Xiaobai, if you don't bully me for a day, you won't be able to live your life, right? ”

"This time I shed half a tank of blood, and I froze on the top of the mountain for half a night, and I almost lost my life," Xue Yi's dark eyes flashed with a sly light, and he said lightly, "I don't know if I bullied you, or if you plan to kill me?" ”

Zhao Yue's momentum weakened immediately, "I'm ...... Well...... Uh-huh......" "Hmm" for a long time, he can be regarded as bored, "You bully me again!" ”