3. If he dies, we will lose

Banyue exclaimed in surprise: "Childe? Are you here to see our young lady? Are you here to avenge us? โ€

It turned out that this was "that child". Ruan Qingzhi looked at it coldly, and his heart was not as excited as that of the moon.

Look at the bloody breath of this body, blood is dripping from the corners of the robe, where is this to solve the trouble for her? This is clearly here to cause her trouble!

While he was muttering, the visitor had already plunged into the bed and closed his eyes: "Help me!" โ€

Ruan Qingzhi gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, picked up a candlestick and was about to beckoned to his head: "Save you?" You disciple, dare to drill into your grandmother's bed! Don't I want a good reputation......"

Ban Yue tugged at the corners of her clothes and said timidly: "When Childe came last time, you dragged it to the bed by yourself, and your reputation is long gone." โ€

What?! Ruan Qingzhi was stunned.

That dull and dull Miss Ruan has done such a fierce thing? Talent!

Before she could turn this memory out, Banyue had already let go of her sleeves, turned around and rushed to the bed to check the man's injury: "Miss, this time he seems to be more seriously injured than last time...... Oops, the bones are exposed, and there is an arrow stuck in the chest...... It's going to die! โ€

It turns out that I was injured last time, not adultery.

Ruan Qingzhi sighed rather boredly and walked over.

The uninvited guest's eyes were closed, apparently unconscious. Blood oozed from his body, wetting the bedding little by little.

Ruan Qingzhi was angry in his heart, and he couldn't wait to take this person out and throw him into the well.

Banyue hurriedly shouted from the side: "Miss, Miss, come quickly!" If you don't save it, it's too late! The favor he promised to help us last time hasn't been fulfilled, and we'll lose it when he dies! โ€

Ruan Qingzhi thought about it, it's this reason.

If this person is dead, not only will he be saved in vain last time, but he will also have to think of how to dispose of the corpse, which is really troublesome.

Forget it, save it.

Ruan Qingzhi understands medicine. She's an old monster who has lived for hundreds or thousands of years, and she can do anything.

Medicines and gauze were readily available in the house, as were daggers. She lit a candle and roasted the dagger, and without hesitation, stabbed the man in the chestโ€”digging the arrow out.

After that, he found the places where the bleeding was most heavi, stopped the bleeding simply and rudely, threw down the dagger, and went to wash his hands and change his clothes.

As for the dirty and tiring work of cleaning wounds and dressing up with medicine, of course, it is left to Banyue.

Seeing that Banyue wrapped the man firmly like a dumpling, Ruan Qingzhi secretly thought in his heart:

If such an injury were left on an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would die ten times or eight times. Not only did this person not die, but he was able to hold on to her for help, which shows that he is a person with extraordinary perseverance.

This kind of person either has a deep hatred or great ambition.

Such a person, at the moment of life and death, trusts a deep woman like Miss Ruan, will there really be any ulterior entanglements between the two?

Love debt?

Tsk, that's a nuisance! I wonder if it's too late to throw people away?

Obviously, it's too late.

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps under the corridor, and it was the voice of her father, Prime Minister Ruan Cheng, who rushed in: "Evil barrier, you have grown your skills now!" โ€

Banyue immediately pulled the quilt to cover the man and put down the tent.

Ruan Qingzhi turned the screen with difficulty with his legs that were not very obedient, and the future person intercepted him: "It is all taught well by the father, and the daughter is in her heart." โ€

Ruan Wenzhong's brows were tightly wrinkled, and a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes looked vicious.

But the overall image is an elegant and dignified scribe, which is a strange contradiction.

Ruan Qingzhi was not in a hurry, he lit two yarn lamps and placed them on the front case, and calmly stretched out his hand to invite: "Father sit down." โ€