Seeing that someone was grabbing the needle with all his might, Yang Xiu's hand pulled the fish crochet needle tightly, and his voice was eager, almost roaring: "There is a wrong, there is a debtor, it was Wang Sihu who killed you, and I want to take revenge on you to find him!! There are no taboos, Amitabha Buddha, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Hurry Wishful Order......"

In just two sentences, he actually pulled out the gods and passwords of several factions, and his hands and feet were quite restless, and the mattress was kicked off, revealing a blush naked body.

Huang Zhenghu suspiciously probed his palm into Yang Xiu's forehead, and found that his forehead was as hot as fire; grabbed Yang Xiu's palm to test his pulse, and found that in addition to the fish crochet needle, the palm of his hand was covered with red blood!!

Huang Zheng's heart quickly rose to his throat, and the lightning in his brain wanted to run through all the clues to form a complete pulse, but in the end, he didn't come up with a reason.

Yang Xiu was half-asleep and said that the person was killed by Wang Sihu, but what explanation did he make for his bloody hands and fish crochet needles? The only explanation is that Wang Sihu is the mastermind and Yang Xiu is the accomplice.

Huang Zheng's heart became inexplicably uncomfortable, he used to only think that Yang Xiu was lustful, but now he found out that Yang Xiu was still careless about human life, even if he didn't kill people directly, he was at least an accomplice!! It's hard to get rid of the guilt.

Huang Zheng kicked Yang Xiu's ass viciously, wanting to leave him behind, just climbed up to the window, only to hear Yang Xiu muttering softly: "Water, I want to drink water......"

When Huang Zheng turned around, he saw Yang Xiu's chapped lips and trembling body.

Huang Zheng hesitated for a long time, and then shrank back from the window,

sighed lightly and said: "My aunt doesn't want to be a wicked person like you, and I don't want to be poked in the back. ”

Although he was reluctant, Huang Zheng still retreated, saw that there was a teapot and a bowl on the table, poured a bowl directly, and handed it to Yang Xiu quite rudely, where would Yang Xiu drink or be willing to drink?

Huang Zheng couldn't help but straighten Yang Xiu's body, and laboriously pointed the bowl to his mouth, slowly turning the water into a trickle, which continued to enter Yang Xiu's mouth.

Yang Xiu sucked greedily and persistently like a fledgling, drank to a hearty place, and clicked his mouth with satisfaction, sucked and sucked, and finally swallowed it into his stomach.

Such persistent actions and such an envious look made Huang Zheng can't help but think of Yang Xiu's flirting with the flower lady and asking the other party for milk.

There was no water flow, which made Yang Xiu quite dissatisfied, and he was about to open his eyes and get angry.

As soon as Huang Zheng saw that he was about to go to the gang, where could he still take care of Yang Xiu, he climbed out directly along the window and fled in a panic.

Yang Xiu wanted to open his eyes, but found that his eyelids were deep, as if they weighed 10,000 catties, and it took a lot of effort to open them;

Yang Xiu wanted to lift his arm, but found that his body was prostrating, and his arm was not like his own, and it took a lot of effort to even lift it up.

The only thing that is still intact is the throat that is almost smoking, because it has moistened a lot after drinking water.

Yang Xiu couldn't help frowning, not understanding how he could come up with the idea of "because he drank water to moisten a lot", Yang Xiu thought it was another dream, so he ignored it.

Reluctantly struggling to sit up, he took out a purse from the cage, poured out the purple flowers inside, picked them up in it, and finally picked up the purple flower, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and after a while, Yang Xiu's flushed face due to fever turned into a normal color.