Fusu slowly walked into the living room with Sang Xia in his arms, and the blood stains on the ground behind him dripped and were mottled red.

The pierced wound was no longer bleeding, and the blood stains were dripping from the clothes.

Fusu sealed it with spiritual power, but he knew that even if he didn't seal it, her blood would no longer flow.

He knew, but, he would rather not know.

Everyone was silent. There was silence.

Only silence is best. You don't have to think about what to do, you don't have to think about what to do.

Nothing can be done but silence.

Fusu just carried the person in his arms to the second floor, the tap of the bathtub was on, and the water vapor was steaming.

Ah Demon leaned against the door frame, his eyes red and he couldn't bear to look away. She couldn't even believe that what she was seeing was real.

Why? This is the end? Why didn't even Fusu keep his beloved girl? What happened?

With all the wounds and blood-soaked clothes, what did she go through?

Midnight sat on the floor of the doorway, stupidly looking at the lifeless, feeble little body.

Sangxia... What's wrong with you? Who hurt you like this? Who is it? Who is it... Killed, you?

He didn't want to admit it, but he had to face it.

If there is still a glimmer of life, Fusu will not lose his soul like this, if there is still a glimmer of life, Meng Yi will not faint with anger, and if there is still a glimmer of life, Su'er will not be as desperate as herself.

No, already, there is no hope.

"Get out. Fusu turned his back to them, emotionless.

A demon dragged out of the bathroom in the middle of the night, and after Su'er was stunned at the door for a moment, she withdrew silently and closed the door gently.

Half of the water in the bathtub was stored, and Fusu reached out to feel the temperature.

He looked at Sanxia tenderly, and gently took off her clothes one by one. Then put her into the bath, and the blood stains spread little by little in the clear water, like a blood lotus blooming in the lake, one by two...

Leaning her head against the bathtub, he scooped water to wash the blood and sand off her face.

A pool of water is blood-red, slowly discharged along the leak, and the water level is lowered and filled with new water...

He touched her bruised and swollen face, tears dripping down one by one...

At that time, her big round eyes were shining with water, her long eyelashes flapped like butterfly wings, as if she could bring a breeze, the corners of her raised lips, the beautiful curvature...

His hands trembled, not daring to touch the two bloody holes in her heart.

The blood stains had been washed away, and the wound was so shocking that he slammed into the edge of the bathtub in a daze.

Tears kept sliding down his cheeks and onto her skin like May rain.

He gently rubbed the two terrifying wounds that were turning over the white edges, and his spiritual power slowly overflowed and slowly repaired.

He can bear a thousand knives, ten thousand knives for her... However, he did nothing for her, and he could only repair her broken body powerlessly.

The pain in his heart slowly recovered from the shock and strain, and when he first found her, the realm of the divine soul seemed to be swept away and destroyed by an ancient catastrophe. The feeling of instant withering and decaying didn't even have time to make him feel the pain of half a minute in his heart.

And now, as he washed away her blood little by little, and stroked the countless scars on her body inch by inch, his heart was like a mirror slowly cracking from the corners.

It's so slow, but it's so clear. Only he could hear the crackling, only himself...

After the stab in his heart was repaired, he gently turned her over.

Hands trembled again. Her back was scarred more horrific than all else. The wooden thorns that pierced deep into his body seemed to pierce the tip of his heart one by one, piercing the most vulnerable eyes.

The golden spiritual power attached to her back like feathers, snatching countless wooden thorns out of her body little by little. Bloody wood thorn slag floats on the water of the pool...

When she finally regained her original face and no scars on her body, he sat by the pool and washed her long hair. He didn't even dare to make much of a move, for fear that he would accidentally break one of her hairs.

After that, I stopped blowing my hair and dried it by hand. ’

A tear fell into the foam between the fingertips and disappeared in an instant...

He was always playing with her hair, for which she laughed that one day he would get a short haircut as fine as dye, so that he would not have to play.

He said that as long as you still have hair and are not bald, you can't escape the palm of his hand...

However, in the end, she didn't really bother to cut off her long hair. Because he likes it.

He liked to ruffle her long hair, and he liked to comb her, and he had washed her more than once, but not once was he so well-behaved.

She always deliberately shook her head and froze his face, and when he wiped her hair, she would always get wet into his arms, and whisper in a rough voice, 'I'm a river demon, Fusu, take my life'...

All right. Shall I give you my life? Can you wake up?

Water, washing his long hair, tears, washing his cheeks...

A large bathrobe was wrapped around her, and he carried her back to his room.

On the computer desk is her computer, the dinosaur doll on the sofa has a wide open mouth, and on the coffee table is a pair of water glasses that she ordered online, with their names and two red hearts engraved on them.

Midnight laughed at her village girl's earthy aesthetics, but she happily scolded the single dog at Midnight and had no right to speak...

Her strawberry pajamas were neatly stacked on the bed, and she pulled him to see what she was going to buy, 'Fusu, I want to buy this couple's dinosaur pajamas'

'No, I'd never wear such a weird outfit'

'Try it, you see, isn't it pretty'...

He gently lowered her to the bed, her face smooth and supple in the warm moisture of the white coral velvet bathrobe. It's like, she's just asleep.

It seems that he also saw a smile on her face...

There was spiritual power under his hands, and his long wet hair dried quickly.

He leaned against the bed and smelled her hair, the scent of shampoo, but all he could smell was her.

The succulents next to the bedside window grow well in a neat row, red, green, and green, which is extremely beautiful.

In such a season, pothos is still full of vitality and stretches its branches and leaves are luxuriant.

She took the trouble to move these friends out to bask in the sun, changed the water once a week, and took a little time to carefully inspect every day...

She also said that she could not keep a puppy at home, because she always saw a stray homeless puppy at the foot of the mountain.

At that time, he was busy looking for Meng Tian's traces, and he never thought of responding to this...

The door closed softly.

The spirit tree mark on the forehead lit up, and the golden light tree shaped the people on the bed in it.

He sat on the head of the bed with her in his arms, closed his eyes, and the spiritual power made her body warm again.

It was as if, as if, her body had never been so cold.