This clearly said that the little beggar who came to wait for him every day didn't come, even if he was a beggar, he didn't have such a word.

Qinghe felt an indescribable anger at this moment, and brushed his sleeves away.

On the willow tops of the moon, people about the evening after dusk. He Dangli's body was beaten to the point that his skin was broken, and there was no good meat on his body, and the dried blood tore at the flesh and cold rags and stuck to the skin that was wounded and boneless. Beneath him was a dark stain of blood that had completely dried, exuding a disgusting smell of blood.

Half-dead, she has already gone out to get more air and less air. was thrown into a firewood room with no air circulation to fend for himself, and at that time, even a move of his fingers would involve wounds all over his body. The pain made her teeth crack and her mouth cracked, and cold sweat rippled.

Pull one and activate the whole body.

She has always been the most afraid of pain, and she can't get used to it, even if she is used to it.

His throat was dry and burning, and there was no place in his body that didn't hurt. She didn't know if the boy would be waiting for her at the low wall in the next few days, and what would happen if the boy went and couldn't see her.

Will he not be here again? Think she's a villain who doesn't keep her word.

On the fourth day, the boyhood came here again, with a lingering shadow between his brows.

Standing not far from the corner of the wall, he looked at the low corner for a while, and rubbed his brows irritably, making sure that the little beggar would not come today, or die somewhere. Fang was a little angry and wanted to turn around and leave.

"Childe." He Dangli, who was holding on to her scarred and sick body, was still having a fever at the moment, and she didn't know what had forced her to come here.

There was also a strong smell of blood that could not be blown away even by the wind and snow, and a large area of rootless flowers of the abyss was wet on the dark placket. The hair was messy and clumped, smelling greasy and foul, and dark blood clots could even be seen at the ends.

"I'm sorry Childe, I missed the appointment." Obviously, she didn't make any agreements and admitts, but her psychology was extremely guilty.

He Dangli's whole person was feverish due to wound infection, and he was weak at the moment. Even his voice was wilting and weak, as if he would be completely asleep in the next second, and his face was burned with red.

is so fragile and vulnerable, you don't even need to stretch out your fingers to crush her, you can watch her die of depression on her own.

"What's wrong with you?" Qinghe's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his throat was a little tight, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern." He Dangli wanted to endure the pain and show a smile, but he only showed a smile that was more hideous than a ghost crying. The intense pain of the wound on her body was stronger than a while, as if she wanted to change this skin bag again.

"I'm sorry." Lowering his messy head, he muttered again, and even his breath was hot and uncomfortable. The whole person was groggy as if she would completely lose consciousness in the next second, and then she was hidden by thick white snowflakes, so that it was easy to wash away her filth and filth.

"You have a fever, why didn't you go to the doctor?" As soon as the words came out, Qinghe also realized that something was wrong, his eyebrows were tightly twisted into eight characters, and he suddenly said again; "You wait here for a while, and I'll be back shortly."

"Okay." The voice is as thin as a kitten cub who is dying, so light and so thin.

Qinghe felt like he was crazy at this moment, and he actually gave medicine to a little beggar he had despised the most before, and even condescended to stare at people to drink.

He Dangli hung on the low wall with half of his body, and his body was so soft that he didn't seem to have half the strength, and even the heat he breathed was hot. Her vision gradually blurred, and she saw the fairy-like boy going and returning, not knowing what he was holding in his hand.

"Drink." The tough tone carries an irresistible command.

After the bitter medicinal juice was poured into his mouth, his body felt a little better, but it was only that little.

"This son bought you steamed buns, you can eat them yourself later, and this is a pill, remember to take it with hot water for three meals a day." Qinghe was a little irritated and stuffed the things he bought into her hands one by one, and turned to leave.

On the second day, He Dangli sweated at night, and his body was much better at the moment, although he still had a low-grade fever. However, it is much better than the previous situation, at least out of danger.

She was still clutching the pill that the boy had given her in her hand and the cold hard steamed bun that was only half left in her hand, and there was a silly smile on her face.

She wondered if she hadn't met that kind son, then she would have become a cold corpse by now.

But she's ashamed that she still wants more. She found that she was becoming more and more greedy, and she couldn't help but inch in with her son's kindness to her.

Because she wanted to get out of here, out of this hellish nightmare.

On the third day, the fever had completely subsided, and even many wounds on the body were no longer so easy to touch them to the point of gasping for cold.

In the low corner of the wall, where few people have set foot, the dirty little beggar washed his face, revealing a delicate little face carved in pink. Full of hope, he pleaded with a young man who was dressed elegantly and elegantly.

"Childe, can you take me away." He Dangli's face full of bruises and unclear facial features knelt humbly in front of the neatly dressed young man, and his attitude was lowly and put into the dust.

She didn't know who could save her, except for the son who was like a beautiful moon in front of her.

It's as if by catching him, you can grasp the last straw.

She had been in the dark for too long, so long that she needed to touch a ray of sunlight, even if it wasn't as beautiful as she had imagined. But he is still as desperate as a moth to a fire.

"Childe, I can work, and I eat very little. Just treat me as a dog that you raise that comes and goes, I will be a very obedient dog, and I will be your most loyal dog. "She was never born with any self-esteem and dignity, because living is more important than anything else.

It's like someone who has used up all her strength just to live.

"Okay." Qinghe looked at the poor little creature who was kneeling on the ground, and couldn't see the human appearance at all, and the ghost made her agree.

That day was the closest he thought he could touch the sun, but it was also the time to fall into the dark abyss.

Even after many years, she still remembers that winter night was very cold and still covered with snowflakes, the exhaled heat was frozen and frosty, and she squatted in a small and uninhabited corner with only a thin spring shirt, waiting for a teenager who said he would take her away. I waited alone for a day and a night, even if I was so hungry and cold that I fainted for a while, I refused to move this small square inch of land, and I was worried that the man would not find her when he came, or that she would miss it because he came.

The snow was so heavy that night that the wind was so strong that it hurt her cheeks, and the thick snow was about to pile up to her blue calves. As a result, it was not the teenager who was waiting for him, but the more brutal beating and punishment.

Again, she didn't wait for the promise of the boy to take her away.

Her light seemed to abandon her once again, as if it had never been there? Did God think she was too greedy and wanted to take back that light?

He Dangli was so cold that his hands and feet were stiff, his eyelashes and sideburns were covered with snow, and his head was white.

A pair of navy blue bamboo and silver deerskin boots on a white background suddenly appeared in front of her, bringing a touch of verdant color to this vast world that is no longer colored except for a piece of snow white.

"Heh, finally let me find you." An eerie sneer came from above her head.

"Brother... Brother..... After curling up in the cracks in the corner of the wall on the edge of the snow all night, he was already frozen unconscious by the ice and snow, and He Dangli, whose lips were black, looked up and saw his face full of iron blue. His face was hideous, like that of a bloodthirsty demon who had just crawled out of hell.

My heart shuddered, and fear spread from the soles of my feet to my hair. She also recognized at this time that the boy would not come, and he had broken the appointment.

But there is nothing to be sad about, but she doesn't know why, she feels so sad. Why does it seem like the whole world is going to abandon her?

"Okay, you, Yu Niang has actually learned to run away, you said that my brother should punish you like this." Every word seemed to be squeezed out of the teeth, with the smell of cold blood foam.

"Yu Niang is really a long skill."

He Dangli was thinking, no matter how bad the days are, there will be no worse than this day. But the reality will tell her far away in the next second, there is no worst, only worse.

She was dragged back to He Mansion by her brother that day, and what was left on the ground was a bloody trail of her body, accompanied by dazzling and gorgeous rootless flowers.

It's like a red plum in the snow, but it's just a few pieces of incense.

She almost thought she would be tortured to death in her brother's room for a few days, but she miraculously survived. His hair was cut into short pieces with scissors, his left calf was fractured, and his face was swollen on both sides. And wherever you go, you always carry a delicate and small chain on your hand.

It's like a dog that has been kept in captivity and put on a chain.

woke up from the dream, but the person concerned did not want to wake up from beginning to end, because for her. I don't know which one is more terrifying, dream or reality, and even more so the unknown.

The autumn wind is still rolling the bead curtain, I asked if the begonia is still the same, and the curtain man smiled back to the west wind.

It has been two days since He Dangli fainted for no reason on that day. People haven't woken up for a long time, if they don't breathe, they even think that the beauty has already died.

"Doctor, I asked you when she would wake up." Cui Lan, who had been dealing with the backlog of twists and turns for several days, had a little cyan stubble under his chin, and his sharp phoenix eyes were full of worry.

"Returning to the Holy Lord, it stands to reason that General Hu Wei is only like this when he is infected with a little wind and cold, coupled with excessive depression and rapid fire. was supposed to wake up after taking the medicine, but the old man really didn't know the current situation. Imperial Doctor Li, who was hurriedly summoned into the temple that day, was also panicking at the moment.

"It is possible that General Xu Huwei does not want to wake up." Because he wants to escape and is unwilling to face reality, there are even many examples of this matter. But even more so, it made him sweat ripple on his back.

"Good, good, really good." The man was so angry that he said three good words in a row, which shows his perfunctory weight.

"I decree that you need to wake people up no matter what method you use." Is it that you don't want to face reality, or you don't want to face him!

Either one option made him angry.

The eyelashes of the person lying on the bed seemed to tremble slightly, like two butterflies with wings ready to fly.

He Dangli was in a trance, and it seemed that he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams, because they were all nightmares. You can't find any sweetness at all.