Xue Zicheng had just fallen asleep in a daze, and was knocked on the door again.

The daughter didn't have time to pick it up, she just wanted to rest for the night, and she would pick up Xue Su'er early tomorrow morning, who knew that there was an urgent matter to find him in the middle of the night.

Reluctantly, Xue Zicheng opened the door and saw Huan Wen's servant, asked what was the matter, couldn't help but sigh slightly, went back to the room and took some messy wound medicine, and hurried to Lanyue Tower.

On the way there, Xue Zicheng couldn't help but think. Why is the fate between General Huan and Miss Xie so deep, how can you meet her anywhere? Moreover, every time I meet, I get hurt, what's the matter?

Although he was slandered in his heart, Xue Zicheng could probably guess Huan Wen's anxiety, and he didn't dare to delay more, so he passed all the way unimpeded, and galloped wildly, but he rushed to Lanyue Tower in half an hour.

At this time, the chaos in the hall of Lanyue Building had not been completely cleaned up, and Xue Zicheng was stunned when he entered the door, not knowing what was going on here.

It's just that now I don't have the leisure to ask more, and I was quickly led up to the second floor by the little girl, walked into the room that didn't even have a door, bypassed the screen, and saw a scene I shouldn't see.

Huan Wen was sitting on the soft couch, holding the half-disjointed Xie Xiaoman in his arms, kissing mouth to mouth.

Xue Zicheng was startled, quickly turned around, and raised his legs to run out.

"Run a fart!" Huan Wen stopped him and scolded, "She's been vomiting blood, I'm afraid that she will choke to death if she has blood in her throat and can't spit it out, so help her guide it...... What the fuck do you think I'm doing! ”

Where did Xue Zicheng dare to speak. At this time, he rubbed over without squinting, and began to lower his head and take all kinds of pills from his medicine box.

"You're talking about the!" Huan Wen blushed inexplicably, pointed at Xue Zicheng's nose and scolded. "What do you think I'm doing!"

"Of course, I'm afraid that Miss Xie will be choked to death and save people." Xue Zicheng's answer was smooth sailing, and it should have been.

Huan Wen only felt panicked when he heard it, although it was the same thing, how could it be so awkward to say it from this guy's mouth!

Xue Zicheng put on a business-like and dustless appearance, and only concentrated on fiddling with the medicine box.

Huan Wen is not scolding, nor is it not scolding. sat there without embarrassment for a while, and after a while, he remembered something, and hurriedly put Xie Xiaoman down again. Let her lie flat and start arranging her clothes again.

Where is Huan Wen who can serve people...... In other words, he is very good at undressing women, and he has no idea what to do when helping women get dressed. Before, in order to see the wounds on Xie Xiaoman's body. Huan Wen unbuttoned her shirt.

So at this time. Xie Xiaoman's shirt fell loosely on his chest, half-covered and half-hidden, which looked more tempting than not wearing it at all.

Huan Wen put on a nonchalant look, and a pair of big hands sorted out Xie Xiaoman's clothes in a daze, but he couldn't figure it out no matter how he tried it, and it took a long time to work hard and still look like he was scattered. The angry Huan Wen sneered, pulled the brocade quilt next to him casually, and covered Xie Xiaoman's body with a snort. Xie Xiaoman's head was covered for the most part.

Xue Zicheng glanced at it with his spare eyes, and only felt funny. But he is familiar with Huan Wen's temperament. At this time, where did he dare to laugh out loud, so he should only hold on to an indecent look, his whole face was stiff, and he almost held back his internal injuries.

Huan Wen had a dark face, and pulled the quilt again, revealing Xie Xiaoman's head with messy hair, rubbing it aside, holding his arms and watching coldly, without saying a word.

Xue Zicheng saw that Xie Xiaoman's clothes were almost taken care of by Huan Wen, so he coughed lightly, turned sideways, and listened to the pulse.

Huan Wen may not have no apprehension in his heart, but his face is not obvious, and at this time, he has a calm face, but he can't help but feel a little agitated in his heart.

What kind of injury would make her so unconscious, and who could hurt her in this Jiankang City?

Xie Xiaoman's ability, Huan Wen has been taught. Even Xue Zicheng is not her opponent, no matter how much Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is in this Jiankang City, there are not many people who can injure Xie Xiaoman to this step.

Moreover, on the other hand, with Xie Xiaoman's identity, there are even fewer people in Jiankang City who dare to hurt her like this.

Huan Wen naturally thought of Rouran, the Rouran in Xue Zicheng's mouth. Although he hadn't felt it, and he didn't know exactly what kind of power that Rouran had, he also understood some truths.

God and man are different after all.

If Rouran needed Xie Xiaoman's death, she probably didn't have any way to continue her life.

Xie Xiaoman......

Huan Wen looked at her sleeping side face, frowning slightly, his heart was heavy, which made people feel depressed.

What am I going to do with you......

Huan Wen asked himself, but he also understood that there would be no answer to this question at all.

From childhood to adulthood, Huan Wen has been a person with a very clear goal. If you recognize it, you will move forward, never stop, never retreat, and never regret it.

He rarely hesitates because of things, and he never hesitates because of a woman.

For Huan Wen, women are also things with clear goals.

The reason why he married Princess Nankang was to consolidate his status.

The reason why he wanted to marry the side branch of the Xie family as a concubine was to climb the reputation of the Xie family.

The reason why he lingered back and forth in Lanyue Tower was to play with the beauties in the building and listen to obscene songs.

For him, women are nothing more than these functions. But the Xie Xiaoman in front of him can't be attributed to any category.

Sometimes, Huan Wen was also thinking about how Xie Xiaoman would treat him if he was a man.

It's certain to kill when you find an opportunity. Because Xie Xiaoman is too similar to himself, similar people will naturally understand how dangerous the other party is.

But admiration is certain. This kind of admiration is also a secret praise for oneself, and the so-called heroes cherish each other, which is exactly the case.

But no matter how much I sympathize with each other, you stand in my way, I still want to kill you.

Of course, it was a slaughter with respect, with respect in the heart, which was naturally different from crushing an ant to death.

If Xie Xiaoman was really a man, Huan Wen would be very happy to meet this enemy, and would even toast Xie Xiaoman with a glass of wine before he died, and another bottle after her death.

That's a good story.

But reality is reality after all.

With a woman like Xie Xiaoman, Huan Wen really doesn't know how to deal with it.

Huan Wen prides himself on being a seven-foot man, and it is difficult to be really ruthless to women. Xie Xiaoman, who is partial to life, is not inferior to the ability of the man, if she is still alive and active, she will inevitably become a stumbling block on the road to her success.

People like Huan Wen certainly don't like stumbling blocks.

When he just carried Xie Xiaoman, who had passed out in a coma, into the room, Huan Wen also hesitated for a moment, whether to let her live and die here. But in the end, he still called his servants and called Xue Zicheng......

He had no way of accepting this outcome.

If Xie Xiaoman really wanted to die, Huan Wen didn't want her to die so inexplicably.

He wants to...... If possible, Huan Wen hopes to kill Xie Xiaoman with his own hands, kill openly, and kill like a general. Because only in this way can Xie Xiaoman be given enough respect.

Of course, these are all messy ideas. Reality is reality.

Maybe when he will be shrouded in horse leather, it's okay when Xie Xiaoman will die in Rouran's hands.

is also a person who is destined to die at the end of the world, and thinking about how to die is a thing that is enough to describe it with the word "luxury".

Thinking of this, Huan Wen laughed at himself and shook his head.

He watched Xue Zicheng raise his hand to listen to the pulse, but when Xue Zicheng's fingertips just touched Xie Xiaoman's wrist, Xue Zicheng's face changed, and the whole person was frightened, as if he was bounced up, and took two steps back in panic.

Xue Zicheng's eyes were wide open, and he glared at Xie Xiaoman with an incredible expression.

"What's wrong?" Huan Wen asked in a deep voice, his brows furrowed, and he leaned forward.

"This can't be ......" Xue Zicheng shook his head and muttered to himself, his voice a little hoarse.

He took two steps forward with difficulty, sat down on his knees again, stretched out his hand, and trembled slightly to catch Xie Xiaoman's pulse.

The breath can be distinguished by a slight touch, Xue Zicheng seemed to be burned, and withdrew his hand abruptly again, and smiled pale and inexplicably.

"! What's going on! Huan Wen was a little impatient, and his voice became deeper and deeper.

His eyes gleamed black.

Xue Zicheng shook his head, gritted his teeth, and forced himself to calm down.

Xue Zicheng, do you want to make a face. After all these years, are you still cringing like this?

He scolded himself again and again, exerting all the strength of his body, and only then did he tremble for the third time and pressed the three fingers of his right hand on Xie Xiaoman's veins.

Even, in order to prevent his hand from moving away out of fear, Xue Zicheng grabbed his right arm with his left hand, although it was covered by sleeves, Huan Wen could still see the force of Xue Zicheng's arm.

Huan Wen guessed something, his face changed slightly, and his expression became more and more complicated.

However, a simple listening to the pulse, Xue Zicheng took a quarter of an hour.

When he withdrew his right hand, Xue Zicheng almost collapsed, sweat soaked through his clothes, sliding down his forehead, cheeks, and neckline, as if he had just climbed out of the pool.

Pale and weak, Xue Zicheng pretended to speak easily, but found that he couldn't make any sound.

Huan Wen's brows were furrowed, his arms were hugged tighter in front of his chest, and the whole person looked more solemn.

"Is that the old man?"

After all, it was Huan Wen who asked questions first.

Xue Zicheng smiled weakly and nodded.

"What hurt Miss Xie is the breath of that one." Xue Zicheng's voice was weak, like a patient who had just undergone surgery.

"Just breath?" Although Huan Wen couldn't practice, he understood some professional terms.

Xue Zicheng nodded with a wry smile and replied weakly: "It's just breath." (To be continued.) )