The corners of Qi Yuan's mouth twitched slightly.

But a little girl?

That strange medical skill, beyond the minds of ordinary people, is not afraid of danger, and will be retribution, and I don't know how his family said it was so light!

He looked at Lu Yi, Lu Yi lowered his eyes with a cold and wooden expression, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that his gaze is moving away with difficulty.

Qi Yuan sighed deeply.

A man in black hurriedly walked in, whispered a few words in Zhao Yu's ear and immediately stepped aside to stand by, Zhao Yu glanced back at Dou Qingshuang.

That glance was too complicated, Dou Qingshuang frowned slightly, and was wondering in her heart, so she saw three or two black-clothed people walking in with a young girl.

The girl was wearing only a thin undershirt stained with blood, several terrible blood marks crisscrossing her, some of which had festered and stuck to her clothes, her hair was messy, and several blood lines leaked from the corners of her mouth, dragging a long trail of blood on the ground.

The girl seemed to be in a nightmare, her body was constantly trembling and breaking free, like a frightened little beast, her mouth was constantly whining, and the iron ring around her neck was extremely dazzling.

It is mangosteen.

Dou Qingshuang was suffocated in her heart, stood up suddenly, walked in front of Mangosteen in a few steps, grabbed one of her wrists, and carefully checked her pulse.

Where does this vigorous figure look like a wounded person?

Qi Yuan covered his forehead and shook it, looking at Zhao Yu, but saw that Zhao Yu was looking at Dou Qingshuang thoughtfully, with a faint light in his eyes, and there was no deep meaning.

Without Zhao Yu's order, several black-clothed people holding mangosteen didn't dare to move, and they didn't dare to move in the posture of mangosteen, and even held their breath unconsciously when Dou Qingshuang took the pulse.

The woman in front of her was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and her familiar techniques and cold eyes couldn't help but send chills down people's backs, and they didn't dare to make more mistakes.

Dou Qingshuang's hand was scalded by the veins of mangosteen, she pursed her lips, staring at Mangosteen's blood-filled, pale and blue cheeks, and felt sad in her heart.

Although Xiao Qiyuan's arrow did not regret that day, he did not use his hands heavily, and if he recuperated properly, his injury would only be more than ten days old, and he would have improved.

However, Mangosteen had obviously been treated inhumanely, and his injuries were aggravated, and he remained untreated for too long, and his body was on the verge of the limit.

Thinking of the scene where the small body was in front of her, Dou Qingshuang's heart was sour, and she reached out and carefully grabbed Mangosteen's arm.

Zhao Yu's eyes were slightly downcast, and the three or two black-clothed people immediately received the order, cooperated with Dou Qingshuang to put the mangosteen flat on the ground, and immediately stepped back and stood aside, and Tong Lu Yi hung his head slightly.

They all crawled out of the pile of dead people, they were transparent, what should be said and what should not be said, and their hearts were like mirrors.

That's why they were chosen from those tens of millions.

Mangosteen was lying on the ground, the corners of her lips were dry and cracked, her eyes were closed, her face was covered with cold sweat, her forehead was hot, her mouth was muttering, and she was talking nonsense.

The injuries on her body were too serious, Dou Qingshuang pinched her chin, stuffed a few pills to stop bleeding and restore vitality, and when Mangosteen's breathing was slightly steady, she reached for her collar.

As if feeling something, Dou Qingshuang's hand stopped at the collar of Mangosteen's neck, raised his head coldly, and met Qi Yuan Zhao Yu's eyes.

Zhao Yu snorted coldly, turned around and raised his feet and left, Qi Yuan was stunned in place, seeing Dou Qingshuang's unkind gaze, he realized it later, and quickly waved his hand, and the man in black who followed immediately followed Zhao Yu's footsteps.

It wasn't until there was no sound in the darkness that Dou Qingshuang withdrew his gaze and reached out to open Mangosteen's collar.

She fantasized about the residual heat of Mangosteen, and expected it to be serious, but the moment she saw the wound, it could no longer be described as serious.

She was very thin, as if only a skin remained, and the bones were clearly visible, weak like a dead branch in winter, which broke at the slightest break.

Dou Qingshuang turned her head a little unbearably, closed her eyes tightly, took a breath, tried to calm down, took out the silver needle, lifted Mangosteen's clothes, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

She had lost too many people, her parents, her brother, and the kind and stern old butler, and the servants and grandmothers who loved her up and down the house.

It seems that the person who protects her with his life will really lose his life in the end.

Dou Qingshuang's hand trembled slightly, obviously the acupuncture points were in front of her, but for some reason, there were bursts of dizziness in front of her eyes, and the silver needles turned into dozens, or even hundreds.

With a 'ding' sound, the silver needle fell to the ground, and Dou Qingshuang's slightly surprised face was faintly visible on the silver needle mirror, as well as the stunning face of Zhao Yu who appeared behind her at some point.

Zhao Yu leaned down, put it to her ear, looked at the poor girl who was unconscious, and said in a cold voice: "If you don't save her, she will really die." ”

After saying that, he regretted it.

Zhao Yu is not the kind of person who is rotten and kind, and he is definitely not a nosy person, but when he stood in the dark and saw Dou Qingshuang's appearance, there was a faint feeling of compassion in his heart.

It seems that a long, long time ago, in the huge mansion, there was such a little person, huddled alone in the corner, not crying or making trouble, looking coldly at the people in the house who were constantly looking for him, they were either holding small needles, or sticks and bamboo sticks, and calling his name with hypocritical excitement on their faces.

The little child's body was full of scars, and there were even a few blood marks on his face, his left eye was swollen, and his right eye was full of hatred that was poisonous to his bones.

He is the only son of the king surnamed Wang, and he is also the target of the various aunts in the mansion, but he looks cold and rejects everyone, and gradually, the aunts in the mansion began to stop looking for him.

Until King Zhao died.

The aunts in the house are crazy, how can they listen to the orders of a little child? In order to compete for the property of the Zhao family, the aunts of the various courtyards suddenly reached a strange agreement.

Slowly tortured Zhao Yu, and when he died, they divided all the property of King Zhao, and then each went out of the mansion to find his own Ruyi Langjun.

As a result, Zhao Yu began to be the enemy of the entire palace.

When Qi Yuan came with the secret guard, what he saw was the scene of the young Zhao Yu, single-handedly killing the evil servants in the mansion, the hellish scene, which made him unforgettable in this life.

The lonely and helpless, pretending to be strong but scared, is really the same as the current Dou Qingshuang. Yes, when Zhao Yu suddenly strode away, Qi Yuan did not feel strange and blocked.

He only sighed deeply, and ordered the black-clothed people behind him, "Go and prepare some hot water." ”

The man in black left silently.

Qi Yuan held the folding fan, looked at the figures of Zhao Yu and Dou Qingshuang, for a long time, turned around and walked towards the darkness, and the figure gradually disappeared.