Could it be ......

Su Bairan suddenly had a bold idea.

Liu Qingyao's own dear fiancé has a little affection for his fiancée, who has no family background, at least like the fiancée in the context of today's times, and has a great responsibility?

It's a bold idea!

It's better to directly assume that my dear fiancé is a woman disguised as a man, and it is easier to suddenly have a sympathetic sisterhood after a long period of contact.

Su Bairan shook his head quickly, not daring to keep such a thought in his mind.

How could Liu Qingyao have any sense of responsibility for herself, although in this situation of the times, it is very likely that there is a certain amount of responsibility and protection for this kind of relationship between fiancés.

But what kind of person is this dear fiancé? As long as you do it, you can't directly get under the existence of the killer, do you have the same idea as ordinary people?

But as long as there is a little mildness, I will not want to break my head, and I will go out.

Why have you struggled for so many days, isn't it all based on this person's abnormal brain?

Su Bairan quickly patted his face.

Therefore, I was a little tired from tossing down to serious before, but this month has eased, and there is no dizziness and discomfort.

With his hands on the side, he reluctantly stood up and moved a few times, but gradually came to his senses.

Su Bairan, who does not die or does not die, has been moving frantically on the road of death, thinking that she is looking for a way to survive, but in fact things are becoming more and more wonderful women.

Fingers lightly touched the door.

I don't know where I am now. Looking at the surrounding decoration design style, it seems to be an inn.

From the outside, it is impossible to go home.

I don't know what my dear fiancé is like?

According to the doctor, he is still barely alive.

If you look at what you have experienced, the scars that the other person has suffered, and the damage to the future that you have left behind, it is estimated that the state is not very good.

In a sense, it was also to save himself.

Now that I'm in good shape, go back and see if I have no conscience?

Su Bairan touched his empty heart, and his conscience, which had already been thrown out, began to beat unconsciously.

If you don't go to see people, it seems that you can't feel at ease on your conscience.

Although the relationship between the two people is not very good, but asking yourself is also to save yourself, not to mention that it can be regarded as a death folded by yourself, and people just came to fill the hole.

"Alas! I'm really a nice guy. ”

Su Bairan picked up the veil prepared on the side.

didn't care about his image at all, secretly shone on his face and floated out.

The wooden staircase swirls and rotates, knocking on the living room beneath the ground through a fence not far away.

In broad daylight, there were no guests, just a young man who sat listlessly on the counter, dozing off everything but forcibly stopping his waist.

Su Bairan glanced at it slightly and walked slowly ahead.

I'm in an inn now, not the one I used to be.

Speaking of which, since both of them were seriously injured, why didn't they bring them back to the Su family? Shouldn't it be easier to heal?

Su Bairan was originally a little puzzled, but he didn't guess this matter carefully, being able to stay outside, for his own state, the whole is still good, as long as he finds a way to teach that stupid girl, everything will be fine.

If it's sent back, I don't know when I'll be able to come out?

What's more, a fatal question is in front of you, if you go back, what kind of reasonable excuse do you use to express the fact that you have been out?

Now the only headache is that stupid girl, how to come out is the most worrying existence.

It seems to be like a cool breeze, and the spring warmth blows away, waking up my sad thoughts.

Now that I am here, I should seriously explore the problem in front of me, no matter how Liu Qingyao says it, she is also blocking a knife for herself.

It's just that I don't know where my dear fiancé is now.

With the wood lining next to him, he gently stepped on every trace of footprints, and passed by a half-opened house.

Su Bairan: "......"

There are some words in my heart, which is really unpleasant.

Why did I walk so naturally to where my fiancé lived?

Why are you so badly injured and still open this door?

Don't you really have to worry about catching a cold? The heart was cold at that moment, and I found a hole seriously, and occasionally faced up to my physical problems, okay?

And! Why do you still open the door like this? Isn't there anyone who answers such an important question?

Well? Is it disturbing again?

Su Bairan shook his head and knocked lightly on the door.

Liu Qingyao leaned on the recliner and closed her eyes slightly to rest, and when she heard the voice, she lifted a trace of her eyelids, and subconsciously moved back.

The wound that was involved inevitably took a breath of cold air, and gently covered the position of the scar with his hand.

The extremely tall woman wore a white veil over her head, and a noticeably bleak color fluttered in.

The dress was stained with deformed ideas, silky and slippery, quietly spreading, stained with a little color fluttering.

A hint of rot was contagious, as if the smell of rotting leaves was spreading gently.

A slight breeze blew and the white veil on his head fluttered.

It's not that Su Bairan doesn't like to be clean, but in the end, as a woman, Bai Sanbei should also avoid it as a doctor.

Although there have been times when I have asked a woman to change her clothes, it is not good to be too close in the end.

Rolling in the mud and barely walking all the way down the mountain, how many mud puddles have been stepped on and the smell of contamination is not easy to wash away.

And the most serious injury I suffered was the scar from the contamination of my eyes, which would actually recover quickly, and this plot problem was not the first place, and naturally I would not be too careful.

There is a difference between men and women, and the cognition of generosity still means to be some.

Su Bairan is the eldest lady of the family in the end, and she is Liu Qingyao's fiancée, she is not good for other women and clean, and there is inevitably a slight smell of contamination on her body.

And the scars in the eyes, in addition to a little wipe on the face, are more still fed with medicinal soup.

In a coma, feeding medicine is inevitably contaminated, and people who are sick naturally don't think much.

The medicinal soup dripped onto the dress, slowly spreading outward along the diameter of the clothes, and the shape was naturally difficult to control, and with the mutual confirmation of the fabric, the color was inevitably more conspicuous.

It's just that this eldest sister's brain circuit can be recorded clearly, and it is excellent to cover a curtain in front of her, but the whole person comes out with a lot of white yarn, ethereal and nowhere to be seen.

Liu Qingyao was in pain, weak and unbearable, leaning aside, and when she opened her eyes slightly, she saw such a clear scene, and only if she had a good psychological quality, she didn't get scared.

"Miss?"

Even in such a state, he can barely see the outline of his fiancée.

Liu Qingyao held her hand to the side and reluctantly led herself to sit up, leaning back gently, "I wonder what happened when the eldest lady came to me?" ”

Su Bairan said: "I just came to see you, Childe, I don't know how your injuries are?" ”

When Liu Qingyao heard this, the emotions in her eyes flickered, and there seemed to be a touch of joy circulating in them, but the injuries on her body dragged down and could not release the emotions of this scene.

The fingers were placed on the front of the mouth, and some of the colors were reflected through the fabric.

"There was nothing big at the time, my heart was slightly off, and it didn't really hurt my heart, it was just a flesh wound, it looked a little scary, but it wasn't anything."

What is the ancient routine, the heart of the early ancient period has deviated from this setting, can it still happen in this era?

Su Bairan bowed: "Since this is the case, I am relieved." ”

In the end, a breath fell into my heart, and it slowly spread out a little, so that my expression was gently relaxed.

Fortunately, the other party didn't have any major incidents, it was only a flesh injury, if it really involved the heart, I was afraid that I would die and would be responsible.

After all, no matter how you calculate, from anyone's point of view, you will die first, and then make such a thing.

I had to go out alone, but I found an excuse to go out, I was caught being dishonest in the mountains, and I ran out again, implicating my fiancé and being stabbed, no matter how you look at it, this kind of thing doesn't stand on any reason, and even I can't argue with it.

For Liu Qingyao.

Su Bairan had to admit that his feelings were complicated, there was no grievance or hatred, and even said that above a certain provision, the two could be said to be second only to married couples in intimacy.

It's just that his dear fiancé wants his own life twice and three times, and he can quickly change after seeing the benefits, and how long can he maintain such an attitude?

Anytime, anywhere, their names are threatened.

Su Bairan never had any good feelings, and even said that if it weren't for his own conditions, he would have beaten someone a long time ago.

It's just that I really don't know if I'm standing on any angle of the scene, and my dear fiancé has blocked a knife for himself.

The real scars are imprinted on my heart.

As long as there is a slight deviation, it will cost a life.

No matter how unconscionable a person is, there is no way to push this point to any calculation, but it can only be said to come from the heart.

But...

Where does the two of them have sincerity, and what feelings do they have to pay for each other and save their lives?

Su Bairan was confused.

I can't find my own direction in this fog, but I don't know how to support the bright eyes of the other person in the face of this person.

Maybe... No, where is the possibility?