The old lady said kind words, but her hands were extremely tricky and vicious, only a few strokes, and then Dou Qingshuang's palm was pulled away from a few blood marks, I fantasized about how this delicate cousin cried and begged for mercy to her, but I saw that her expression did not move a little, as if the ring ruler was not on her palm.

The old woman's face froze, a trace of hesitation flashed in her eyes, and she was secretly ruthless. But Dou Qingshuang didn't seem to react at all, but she tired herself.

The old grandmother panted, she really couldn't move, looking at the palm that had been beaten, several old women looked at each other, and their faces were blue and white.

They have been in Jiang Mansion for so many years, and this situation in front of them is the first time they have seen it, and for some reason, their hearts are inexplicably frightened.

"Are you done?"

The cold voice came faintly, making a few grandmothers who were in a daze feel a spirit, and when they met the pair of black pupils, the legs of several people suddenly weakened a little.

"Hehe," the grandmother who hit her the hardest pulled a smile on her face, and at that moment, she didn't dare to look directly at those eyes, and when she reacted, she lowered her head, and the old woman was ashamed and annoyed in her heart, and she clenched the ring ruler in her hand, but she didn't dare to fight again.

The white palms that were still raised were bleeding blood, and the blood dripped down the palms of the hands on the floor, making a crisp and piercing ticking sound.

If you continue to fight, I'm afraid that both hands will be wasted.

The other grandmothers pulled the old woman with the ring ruler, the old woman came back to her senses, trembled excitedly, slowly withdrew the ring ruler held in the air, did not leave a word, and left in a hurry with the others.

After the people left, there was no sound, the floor tiles on the ground were pushed away, and Mangosteen crawled out of it, stumbled over, and knelt in front of Dou Qingshuang: "Lord, how are you?" ”

Dou Qingshuang's face was indifferent, without much expression, his eyes did not move, he only stared at the tablet that fell to the ground and said, "Is there something in the gap between my palms?" ”

When Mangosteen saw it, he burst into tears. In the terrible criss-crossing wounds, there were dozens of tiny residues, which the old lady had used too hard, breaking the periphery of the ring ruler and embedded it in the flesh, which was extremely painful.

"I'm sorry for you, help me pick it out," Dou Qingshuang took out a porcelain bottle from her arms, refused Mangosteen's help, uncorked the bottle with her teeth, and drank all the medicine inside.

Her medicine is special, no different from anesthetic, she will not feel any pain within an hour after taking it, it is because the old women swallowed this medicine before beating her, so as to avoid the sin of suffering and suffering, and now the dose is added, but it is only to delay the pain, but for Dou Qingshuang, it is enough.

Mangosteen's heart ached, he found a candlestick from the side and put it at his side, with tears in his eyes, trembling his hand and using a dagger to pick out the residue in the blood stains little by little, and every time he picked it, a lot of dirty blood gushed out, and the dirty blood flowed everywhere like a spider, staining the corners of Dou Qingshuang's clothes red.

"Lord, you wait a little longer," Mangosteen wiped a handful of tears, carefully medicated Dou Qingshuang, and tried to raise a smile on his face, "In the future, you will fight for your life, and the slave will definitely not let you be hurt to a certain extent!"

The effect of the medicine always has time, and there was a hot burning sensation from the center of the palm, and a trace of pain in the heart hit her like a tsunami, conveying the hundred points of her limbs.

Dou Qingshuang gritted her teeth and endured the growing pain in her palms, and asked, "Why did you come back here without permission?" Didn't I tell you to act on the opportunistic basis? ”

Mangkhut originally wanted to leave, but he didn't worry about her, so he secretly stayed, but who knew that he saw the scene of her young lady being beaten.

It was the bloodiest and most horrific scene she had ever seen in her life, and for a moment, there was a fighting abuse in her body. The killing nature is evoked in an instant.

Just as she was killing the old women in the house, she saw her suffering young lady tilt her head slightly, and her eyes drifted towards the place where she was hiding.

Although it was a cold glance, Mangosteen understood the meaning of her eyes, gritted her teeth and looked at the group of women torturing her master with tears in her eyes, and she felt aggrieved for the first time.

Thousands of ways to kill them flashed in the bottom of my heart, and the group of women finally left, Mangosteen couldn't help but hold her hand and said: "You have suffered, and in the future, the slave will avenge you!" ”

Her own revenge is naturally avenged by herself, Dou Qingshuang said: "Tear off some strips of cloth from the inner skirt I am wearing, and you can help me bandage it." ”

"However, the wound has not been treated," Mangosteen was sweating anxiously, tears swirling in his eyes, and said anxiously: "The slave will not bandage!" ”

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can't see a little bit of a flesh wound on the skin," Dou Qingshuang stretched out his hands in front of Mangosteen and said with a smile: "If my hand is still fine, I will definitely ignore you." ”

Mangosteen knew that she was telling the truth, and her heart was a little more uncomfortable, but the guilt for Dou Qingshuang was getting deeper and deeper, if she could, she would rather be the one who was injured and suffered!

After a while, Mangosteen wrapped Dou Qingshuang's hands into big dumplings, Dou Qingshuang stared at his hands as if they had been plastered, speechless for a while, he didn't know what to say, the corners of his lips trembled for a while, and he didn't leave anything after all.

Hemp. The strength of the medicine passed, and the pain drilled into the brain of Dou Qingshuang, so painful that she realized that she was about to lose her mind, and her whole body was sweating, and she felt that her eyes were a little heavy, she took several deep breaths, walked to the corner and squatted, a feeling of exhaustion hit, and she fell asleep.

Before she fell asleep, she seemed to see Mangosteen's anxious pale cheeks, and she seemed to be screaming something, but she didn't hear anything.

After resting for a while, Dou Qingshuang slowly opened her eyes, and the pain in her palm was several times smaller, which was within the range she could bear.

Mangosteen ran over, squatted in front of Dou Qingshuang and said, "Lord, what should this young man do?" ”

Dou Qingshuang looked at her line of sight, and sure enough, she saw that the young man who suddenly appeared was still lying in place, breathing weakly, as if he would stop at any time.

"He suffered an internal injury, which was not caused, but it was extremely difficult to treat, and there was almost no cure, only the rumored head of the Medicine Valley personally came to send or develop the secret herbs that belonged to the Medicine Valley.

"Okay, you go over and open all his shirts," Dou Qingshuang held up her somewhat heavy hands, her eyebrows and eyes were deep, making it difficult for people to figure out her thoughts, "You can bandage me as if you were bandaging this young man!" ”

But the young man's injury was much more serious than Dou Qingshuang's, if he bandaged it in the same way, what was the difference between it and directly asking for the young man's life?

Mangosteen gritted his teeth and was about to start bandaging, when the boy struggled to wake up, as if predicted.