There was a slight chill from the wound on the medicated compress, the man's nerves relaxed slightly, and the pain came to him overwhelmingly, and he gritted his teeth and couldn't help but squeeze a few snorts out of between his teeth.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall.

Didn't hear the sound for half a sound, Mu Ge turned around hesitantly, the white light illuminated several places in the room very brightly, Mu Ge saw his appearance clearly in the light, a black scarf covered half of his face, only a pair of closed eyes were exposed, he was wearing black clothes, holding the medicine bottle with one hand, hanging weakly on one side, the other hand was still vigilantly placed on the sword, a large red blood flower was printed on his chest, mixed with a trace of black, blood continued to overflow from the wound, he leaned on the corner, closed his eyes, as if resting, Mu Ge's brows were blurred into a straight line, and if he continued like this, it was estimated that he would die before he left the courtyard.

She frowned and returned to get the scarf, but the man moved slightly, but did not open his eyes. She wrapped the scarf around his wound and lowered her head to help him bandage it.

The man opened his eyes and looked at her sharply, Mu Ge didn't look up, "I don't want you to die in my house." ”

Yes, but I didn't want him to die in his own house.

The man felt that her bandaging action was deliberately lightened, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously hooked a light smile. The sharpness in his eyes faded away, and he closed his eyes again.

"Okay" After a while, Mu Ge put down the scarf in his hand, cut it off with scissors, and muttered.

She raised her head, and the man also opened his eyes, looking at each other, Mu Ge saw her reflection printed in his dark black pupils, black like an endless whirlpool, and wanted to suck her in.

Mu Ge was suddenly startled, but for a moment, a wave of disgust surged in her chest, and the hand holding the scissors began to squeeze tightly, and then pinched, only to feel a stuffiness in her chest surging towards her, she closed her eyes, trying to resist the urge to stab him, but her hand raised the scissors uncontrollably.

Murderous intent abounded, and the man sneered, looking at her as if thinking about something.

On the bed, Lingyue turned over and said in a daze, "Water." ”

Mu Ge turned her head to take a look, and the image of her falling to the ground with a bloody face appeared in her mind, and she finally dropped the scissors fiercely.

The man lowered his sword and let her go to the window.

"You come with me," she said, opening the window, not wanting to stay with him any longer, even if only for a moment, "you jump out of here, follow the road, there's a dog hole, climb out, and you can be saved." ”

"You follow me" The man pointed his sword at her heart, narrowing his eyes slightly, he didn't feel at ease with someone who wanted to kill him.

"Okay" She knew he was suspicious, and if she could, she would have picked up the scissors and stabbed him to death.

Mu Ge picked up a chair and stepped on the window with difficulty.

The man jumped up, and the wound that had just been wrapped was bleeding because of the tearing, Mu Ge glanced at it, and then looked ahead.

"Go," the man commanded.

Mu Ge walked in front, the man suddenly stopped, covered her mouth, and hid in the grass, Mu Ge struggled to let him go, but heard neat footsteps, closed her mouth, she clenched her hands into fists and put them on both sides.

Kill him, he is very weak now, he is not his opponent at all, maybe he can get out of the way, as long as he is dead, all grievances are over, kill him! As long as he is gone, maybe the Chu family will always exist and will not repeat the previous ending.

"Do you smell something" Wang Shi waved his hand and stopped, his nose sucked hard, and he smelled blood.

The guard walking beside him also sucked hard, and said, "It seems to smell of blood." ”

Feeling the sound of the man's nervous breathing, he quietly moved Mu Ge's hand behind him, as long as he pushed, he would be discovered, and the outcome could be imagined.