"Ah......h

Mizuki looked down at his chest, and an eerie, blood-soaked blade emerged from his chest.

The hand that threw the sword was still in the air.

Shui Tu gradually fell backwards, and when the man in black saw that Shui Tu was killed, he immediately turned around and fled.

"I'll chase it!"

"Stop chasing it." Yun Chuxiao reached out and grabbed the lonely arm, "You are still injured." ”

"Wow, silence! You're amazing! Han smiled and clapped his hands.

Yun Chuxiao suddenly frowned and stared at the silence: "You...... Your wounds! ”

Yu Lonely looked down, and blood oozed from his long clothes. Originally, so many days had passed, and the ordinary whip wound had almost healed, but the wound of this Lin Xiu whip had healed very slowly. Just as it was about to get better, it cracked again in such a dozen.

"Your wound is open."

Yu Lonely said expressionlessly: "It's okay, I'll go back to the room first." ”

"Hey, you're ......"

Han Tianyin patted Yun Chuxiao's shoulder, "Hey, Chuxiao, when did that kid get hurt!" ”

"You can do it yourself, I'll go back to the room first."

Han Qian blinked: "What's the situation, they are both gone, so what should we do?" ”

"Go back to your room and go to sleep."

Implicit: "......"

Yun Chuchen paused: "Wait, the lonely wound has cracked, can you bring gold sore medicine?"

"There's a bottle, but you better go get it to him, I don't want to be frozen to death by him at night!" After speaking, Han Tianyin took out a small bottle and stuffed it to Yun Chuchen, turned around and ran back to the room.

Yun Chuchen looked at the back of Han Tilt and departed, sighed softly, and shook his head with a smile.

"Knock knock—"

"Can you sleep?" Yun Chu said.

"Is there something wrong with Young Master Yun?"

"I saw your wound open just now, and I brought you a bottle of gold sore medicine."

"Thank you Young Master Yun, but don't need it, Young Master Yun, please go back."

"This ......" Yun Chuchen looked helplessly at the medicine bottle in his hand.

If you don't take medicine, the wound will worsen.

At this time, the door next door opened, and Yun Chuxiao walked out, also holding a white medicine bottle in her hand.

Yun Chuxiao glanced at Yun Chuxiao and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Come to deliver medicine?"

Yun Chuchen shook his head and said, "Well, but I was rejected." ”

"This idiot, if he is injured and doesn't take medicine, what about death? Brother, go back, I'll go. Yun Chuxiao frowned and walked to the door of the lonely room.

"That'...... Okay, I'll go back to my room first...... This medicine? Yun Chuchen pointed to the medicine in his hand.

"Give it to me." After speaking, Yun Chuxiao took the medicine in Yun Chuxiao's hand.

"Rest early after delivering the medicine."

"yes, got it."

Yun Chuxiao's face sank and knocked on the door, "Inside, open the door and get you medicine." ”

"No need, you can go back." A cold answer came from the room.

"Your wound is open, if you don't use medicine, it will become infected, hurry up and open the door."

"No, my injuries are fine."

Yun Chuxiao sighed lightly.

This stinky boy, every time. Whatever, die early and be born sooner!

Yun Chuxiao glared at the door fiercely, turned around and prepared to leave. I took a few steps and then suddenly stopped.

Forget it, this kid is doing this to save her, and it doesn't seem good to be like this, hey...... Miss Ben has a lot of adults, so I put up with it.

So, Yun Chuxiao walked patiently to the lonely room.

"Hey......" Yun Chuxiao knocked on the door again.

Forehead...... What's going on? This door is a little loose, huh? ～

So...... Didn't lock one??

Yun Chuxiao rolled her eyes, tentatively pushed the door, and ...... As a result, it was really opened.

Yun Chuxiao hooked her lips slightly and walked in.

I saw the lonely upper body, the perfect and fair body like a jade carving, the even and toned body line, and the muscles of the upper body were just right and impeccable. The only fly in the ointment was the deep blood-red scars on his body, which were still slowly spilling out.

Lonely sat on the edge of the bed, wiping his wounds with a bloodstained white handkerchief.