Mrs. Zhang had never seen such a good-looking person in her life, so she was stunned for a while before inviting him into the house.

After the man entered the house, he walked straight to Su Lengjiu's bed, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he never looked away. He stretched out his slender hand from his long sleeves and gently clasped Su Lengjiu's pale wrist.

The candles are flickering and the snow is falling.

After a long time.

"What's wrong with this master?" Mrs. Zhang asked cautiously.

"Trouble the old man to take this packet of medicine and cook it." He took out a small medicine bag and handed it to Mrs. Zhang.

"Okay, let's go to the hall and cook it." Mrs. Zhang took the medicine bag, walked out of the bedroom on crutches, and went to the hall.

When the man heard the door close, he pulled out a dagger that glowed with silver light.

Mrs. Zhang lit a fire in the hall, and for some reason, she handed over the little immortal to a stranger like this, but she was not worried at all. This person doesn't feel a trace of malice, he seems to have come specially to save the little immortal, and even like a person who has known the little immortal for a long time.

The loneliness and heartache on his face made Mrs. Zhang so uncomfortable that she almost shed tears.

Outside the house, the snow was still falling.

Inside the room, the man slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a large white neck.

Su Lengjiu's eyelashes moved slightly.

The man chuckled, his voice full of pampering. As he moved, the jointed collarbone loomed.

I saw him holding the tip of the knife and cutting the back of his hand at once. Bright red blood gushed out instantly, dripping onto Su Lengjiu's dry lips.

Miraculous images appeared. Su Lengjiu's lips were like eating blood, and they gradually regained their moisture.

Suddenly, the eyes of the person on the bed opened suddenly, and his red eyes were full of ferocity and murderous aura.

Su Lengjiu bit down on the skin in front of him, and his sharp fangs pierced deep into the man's body.

The man frowned in pain, inhaled sharply, and the green tendons on his clenched fists burst out, enduring the intense pain, but still couldn't bear to push her away.

Su Lengjiu's bloodthirsty nature was completely revealed, and he didn't have time to care about this person's life or death, he only felt that this blood tasted extremely sweet, like elixir and jade liquid.

The situation is the opposite of what it was not so long ago. Su Lengjiu's complexion began to return to ruddy, and the wounds on his hands began to heal; And the man, who was already emaciated, had a pale face, like a porcelain doll that was about to shatter at the touch of a button.

Su Lengjiu almost regained his senses in his eyes, and the man said softly.

"Good. Go back to sleep. ”

He stretched out his hand and clicked an acupuncture point on the back of Su Lengjiu's head, only to see Su Lengjiu close his eyes and fall on the bed again.

The man got up, buttoned it again, looked at Su Lengjiu, who had fallen asleep again, and sighed imperceptibly.

He walked out of the bedroom, slammed the door shut with his palm, and disappeared into the goose feather snow in a flash.

A few drops of bright red blood were left in a white snowfield, and it was quickly covered in snowflakes.

Mrs. Zhang cooked the medicine and brought it to Su Lengjiu's bedside, Su Lengjiu had already woken up.

She sat alone in a daze, with black hair and red lips, and returned to her usual appearance.

"Little fairy, you're awake!" Mrs. Zhang said happily.

"Granny Zhang," Su Lengjiu looked at the source of the sound and called again, "Granny Zhang." ”

"Alas," Mrs. Zhang stepped forward and touched Su Lengjiu's head. "Mrs. Zhang is here."

All the long-buried pain and grievances of Su Lengjiu broke out in an instant, buried in the crook of Mrs. Zhang's arm, and cried loudly, her thin shoulders rising and falling violently.

"It's good to cry, cry enough, kid." Mrs. Zhang comforted, "Everything will pass." Everything will be fine. ”

She patted Su Lengjiu on the back, "Wait a minute, Old Man Duan will come over with chicken soup." Don't you love chicken soup on weekdays, right? Aunt Zhang, they also brought you something......"

After a night, the snow stopped.

It is said that it is a year of Ruixue Zhaofeng, but this sentence is particularly ironic in this famine year.

Su Lengjiu wore a coarse cloth uniform, rode on horseback, and said goodbye to everyone at the entrance of the village. She gave everyone all the money on her body, including the expensive gold silk soft smoke pleated skirt on her body.

"Aunt Zhang, please take it to the market as a pawn, and you can exchange it for some food for everyone."

"Granny Zhang, it's so cold, you hurry back and rest."

"Old man Duan, keep your old hen for me to eat next time I come back."

"I'm leaving."

"Little immortal, you must be careful when you go." Someone wiped tears.

"Hmm. Then I'm gone. Drive. ”

The sound of horses' hooves faded away.

Taoyuan Village also disappeared to the point that it could no longer be seen.

Su Lengjiu felt that he had lost everything, and it was as if he had been reborn.

What else do you fear when you don't seem to have anything to lose anymore?