"Sister!" Lan Xiaowu hurried over regardless of his injury, walking too fast and unintentionally bumping into Lan Fang, Lan Fang glared at Lan Xiaowu fiercely, but Lan Xiaowu ignored her and ran straight over, and the clothes on her body had an earthy smell that made Lan Fang cover her mouth and nose.

I was disgusted and wanted to say a few words of sarcasm, but I saw that Lan Xiaowu's eyes were bloodshot, his lips were dry and cracked, and the fierceness in his eyes had not faded, which was very terrifying.

Lan Xiaowu has not rested since Lan Wujiang was taken into the dungeon, she knelt outside Lan Junlin's room for a whole night to intercede for Lan Wujiang, but her biological father didn't even look at her.

When it was raining heavily, the lights in the house were flickering, Lan Junlin and Aunt Xu took care of the seriously injured Lan Wenjiu, but what about her?

She is like an orphan without a father or mother, and even her only sister who is good to her is uncertain.

Warmth never belonged to her, only endless coldness and hatred, she hated her affectionate father, hated Lan Wenjiu, hated all the people who hurt Lan Wujiang, and even hated Lan He who gave her the opportunity to study in Lan Yuan. She promised to protect her sister, why didn't she protect her to the end?

Lan Xiaowu didn't have time to change his clothes, he was hastily dried with spiritual power the moment he learned the news of Lan Wujiang, and his trouser legs were still stained with mud, which was quite embarrassing, and the hope in his eyes ignited the moment he saw Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang turned her head when she heard the voice, her lips opened slightly, her pale face softened her usually sharp eyebrows and eyes, and the whole person was quite thin in loose clothes, like a monk who lived in the world, separated from this red dust.

The closer Lan Xiaowu got to Lan Wujiang, the more he felt that the distance between him and Lan Wujiang had grown.

Lan Wujiang has a gap in his heart, not for her, but for the world to have an extra layer of guard.

Lan Xiaowu's fingertips trembled, suppressed the grievances in her heart, raised her head and smiled at Lan Wujiang, but the tears in her eyes couldn't stop flowing down, her hoarse throat hurt, she murmured slightly helplessly, I don't know whether to read it to herself or to Lan Wujiang.

"It's good if it's still there, it's good if it's still there."

Lan Wujiang didn't say anything, his heart was sour.

"Sister......" Lan Xiaowu came back to her senses and learned that her appearance might be a little terrifying, she held Lan Wujiang's hands and tried to give her warmth.

Lan Wujiang lowered her eyes, and didn't tell her about her loss of dantian, she didn't want Lan Xiaowu to carry too much for her, so she raised her eyebrows, held Lan Xiaowu's hand back, and responded softly, "I'm here." ”

This sound made Lan Xiaowu emotional, she threw herself into Lan Wujiang's arms, the wound on her back was cracked, and the blood stained her white robe, and Lan Wujiang's hands were wet with blood when she stroked her back.

Lan Xiaowu froze violently, broke out again, took two steps back, and stammered, "Sister......"

Liu Qing quickly took out the medicine from his sleeve and handed it to Lan Xiaowu, her eyes narrowed, "Miss Five, let's wipe some medicine first, there are clothes for you to freshen up." ”

Lan Xiaowu picked up the medicine in embarrassment and walked to the side room, no matter what Lan Wujiang said she wouldn't look back, the faster she walked, the hotter her heart became.

She didn't want Lan Wujiang to see her wounds, seeing them would only make her even more sad, and the bottle pinched in the palm of her hand was smothered with a layer of moisture.

I wanted to enter the side room, but I heard a whisper inside.

"You'll get the word out later......"

"The sooner the better."

It seemed that the two maids were discussing something.

When Lan Xiaowu's footsteps stopped, she found that Lan Wujiang also followed, she opened her mouth, but Lan Wujiang gently covered it with her hand, Lan Wujiang handed Lan Xiaowu a look, Lan Xiaowu understood, nodded, neither of them was talking, listening to the movement inside.

"When it's done, you score half of me!"

"Why are you sighing so much? Forty or six points, I am six and you are four, there can be no more, if this matter is discovered, you and I don't want to get out of Qinghuanlou alive. ”

Liu Qing stood behind Lan Wujiang, his face gloomy as water.

Lan Wujiang hooked his lips coldly, let go of Lan Xiaowu's mouth, and kicked the door open.