"Daddy...... It's already five-wristed...... And so on...... Hu lightly ......"

"Move Xiaoyin to another bed first, I'm going to bleed Beiming. ”

"It's also bloodletting...... Yaya was stunned. Ya Qingshan's eyes were deadly silent, that was the ultimate madness that he had to fight against death to the end as a drug idiot, as long as he lived, he would do anything.

"Get her out of the way. He repeated.

However, when Leng Yi tried to take Sanskrit away, he froze.

"What's wrong?" said Yaqing Mountain. He followed Leng Yi's gaze, although Bei Ming had just let go of a hand holding Fanyin, but at this time, the arms that were pressing under him were tightly entangled. Bei Ming grabbed Fanyin's wrist with his palm, avoiding her wounds, and would rather die. Sanskrit Yin also grabbed the horn of the Northern Underworld with his injured hand, hating to be embedded in the flesh.

The Ministry of Military Affairs fought day and night, desperately rescuing all the wounded.

After a few days and nights, everything around me was quiet. Beiming lay on the hospital bed and slowly opened his eyes. His first reaction was to clasp the people around him, in fact, his hand has not been loosened these days. However, this slight force made Bei Ming gasp in pain. In an instant, the smell of blood came to my face. Bei Ming felt a wave of nausea in his chest, and swallowed it back.

He exhaled deeply, tensed, and turned. Fanyin lay quietly beside him, her head resting on his shoulder, and she was asleep. Beiming looked at her as if centuries had been separated. His eyes were motionless, and he hated to take the Sanskrit sound into his sockets. For a long time, a bitter grin broke out of the corner of his mouth. His hand slowly lifted and brushed the broken hair around Sanskrit's ear. I only heard a soft click, and Sanskrit woke up.

She rolled her hazy eyes and slowly opened them. At first, her vision was a little blurry, and she blinked slightly, followed by the image that appeared in front of her.

She looked at Beiming's face, her eyes suddenly lit up, her small mouth opened and closed, and she threw herself into Beiming's arms with a sound of "Ah!" Bei Ming was stunned in his chest and hugged her.

For a long time, Sanskrit cried and said: "Northern ......" followed by another whimper.

Beiming hugged Fanyin, happy and sad in his heart, and responded to her softly: "Hey......"

"You're back......" Sanskrit muttered.

"Hmm......" Beiming hugged her, and he felt very happy at this moment.

After crying for a while, Fanyin raised her head from Beiming's chest, with tears still hanging on her face. Her eyes swirled left and right over Beiming. Suddenly, her hand holding the hem of Beiming's robe trembled, and she trembled: "You...... You ......"

Beiming looked at her, his lips closed, not a word, he tried to breathe quietly, because he was about to suffocate with pain with every breath. His eyes and neck were full of dark blue, and his whole body exuded a strong smell of blood.

"How...... What's wrong......" Sanskrit burst into tears, and gently brushed his hand at his heart. Her gentleness this time made Bei Ming hurt more than all the previous pain. "What's wrong......

"I didn't ...... It's okay......" Bei Ming said forcefully, holding Fanyin's hand. The two looked at each other, and their hearts were extremely painful. Fanyin couldn't hold back any longer, and plunged into Beiming's arms and cried bitterly, her thin body couldn't stop trembling, and she read in fear in her mouth: "What to do, what to do......"

Beiming hugged her hard, tears flowed down, he wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't lie to her, the only strength he had left could only be used to hold her tightly, and his heart was like a knife.

At this moment, the door was gently pushed open. The two of them are deeply in love and have no time to distract.

"You're awake. "It was Yaqingshan and Tiankuo who came in, and when they saw Beiming and Sanskrit wake up, their faces were happy, and they hurriedly said.

Beiming was in a trance and couldn't speak. Seeing this, Ya Qingshan hurriedly stepped forward, sent the honey pill in his hand to Beiming's mouth, and said, "Hurry up and eat!" Then he said to Fanyin, "Xiaoyin, how do you feel, are you better?"

"I'm okay uncle, but, but Bei Ming is ......," Fanyin whimpered, looking at Ya Qingshan pleadingly. Ya Qingshan has a straightforward temperament and does not know how to be tactful and tactful, but at this time he avoids it. Without waiting for Fanyin to ask again, Ya Qingshan said again: "Beiming, can you go down to the ground now?"

Beiming saw Ya Qingshan ask like this, but for some reason, he also replied stubbornly: "Yes." ”

"Then come with me. ”

"What's wrong? Uncle Aoyama?"

Ya Qingshan's eyebrows tightened, but he still said: "Your father, it's not very good." ”

"What!" Beiming was shocked when he heard this. Hurriedly looked at Tiankuo to the side, only to see that Tiankuo also had a gloomy cloud on his face. He didn't say a word, regardless of his serious injury, he sat up from the bed, turned around and said softly to the side of Sanskrit: "You have a good rest here first, and wait for me to come back." ”

"No, I'm going with you!" Fanyin hurriedly said, "Uncle, what's wrong with Uncle Mu Ren!" Fanyin was also very worried, propped himself up with his hands, and sat up.

Seeing that she insisted, Ya Qingshan didn't stop her, but said, "You can come with you." Several people hurried to Beitang Muren's ward.

At this time, the ward was full of people, Beitang Muren and Beitang Muxi were lying side by side, Xiaofeng and Zhongxia were guarding their respective husbands. The door opened, Bei Ming and Fanyin walked in, seeing this scene, Bei Ming walked quickly to his father's bed in a few steps, leaned over and said, "Dad!"

Beitang Muren was very happy to see Beiming wake up, and looked to the side again, and Fanyin also rushed over.

"Uncle!"

"Xiaoyin, you're awake. Beitang Muren spoke, his voice was already vain. He stretched out his hand, and Fanyin hurriedly held it, "When you wake up, your uncle will be relieved." Speaking of this, Beitang Muren was sad for a while and shed tears. The seven-foot man, who was once burly and mighty, now looks small and sad.

"Uncle, I'm okay uncle. Fanyin held Beitang Muren's hand, only feeling that he didn't have that much strength.

"Xiaoyin, uncle didn't take good care of you, fortunately, this kid from Beiming is still useful, otherwise my uncle will be to blame. "North Tang Muren said.

"Don't say that, uncle, I'm fine. You and your aunt have taken such good care of me all these years. Uncle, don't worry about me. ”

Beitang Muren looked at Fanyin, took a deep breath and said, "Child, the previous things are in the past. Listen to your uncle's words, live well, don't be so attached to everything, and don't suppress yourself. You did your best, and that's it. Don't think about revenge anymore, hurt yourself, how can you let your uncle and aunt live. Uncle just wants you to be well, and so are your parents. Xiaoyao can protect your safety and thoughtfulness, and his wish has been granted. You just need to remember to protect yourself in the future, you know?"

"Hmm!" Sanskrit nodded vigorously, tears streaming down her face.

Beitang Muren turned his head to look at Bei Ming again, and said in a loud voice: "Boy!