Shen Yang held the medicine in one hand and paced towards Hua Sheng's room.

With the other hand, he took out a small paper bag from his waist and sprinkled the white powder in the paper bag into the medicinal soup where no one was around.

The powder quickly melts into the soup and is fleeting.

"Sheng'er, don't blame me! I have nothing but you, and I can't let you go......"

It doesn't remind you of the old days!

……

Since that day, Hua Sheng has always had headaches from time to time, and her eyes are blurry, and every time she encounters such a situation, only Shen Yang's medicine can make her better.

That night, Hua Sheng had just drunk the medicine and was about to go to sleep, when she suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing outside the window.

Close your clothes, get up and get out of bed and walk to the window, the clouds outside are light and the wind is light, the grass and trees are still, and the wind and waves are calm.

After thinking about it, if it is windy at night, you have to get up and close the windows again, so it is better to close the windows now.

closed the window and was about to go back to sleep when he turned around and bumped into the figure behind him, and Hua Sheng was suddenly startled.

When he saw the faces of the people who came, Hua Sheng was angry.

It turned out to be the disciple again! He dared to come!

"You! Hurry up......"

"Someone's coming!" Before she could say three words, the man stepped forward and covered her mouth, and the whole small body was pressed against the wall by the man.

"Shhhh Don't make a sound......"

The man whispered, his fingers popping out hard, and the candle in the room went out, turning into darkness in an instant.

"I let go you can, but you can't shout, do you hear?"

Hua Sheng was powerless to resist, so she could only pretend to agree and nodded.

Seeing this, Mo Yange slowly let go of Hua Sheng.

But as soon as the arm was taken from the villain's mouth, he felt a tingling pain in his wrist.

Hua Sheng grabbed his hand and bit it hard.

The moonlight outside the window reflected on the little man's thin and slightly sickly little face, pale and weak, and pitiful.

Mo Yange was in pain, frowned but did not resist, and let Hua Sheng bite his hand through.

Tasting a little bloody taste in his mouth, Hua Sheng suddenly let go, and took advantage of the white moonlight to see that the teeth on the man's wrist were still bloody, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

A flash of image flashed in her mind, as if she had bitten a man like this before, as if it was also this hand.

It's just that the picture flashed by, and before she could see it clearly, it disappeared without a trace.

"Why don't you hide!"

"It doesn't matter! You can bite if you want! ”

With that, Mo Yange stretched out his other hand and handed it to Hua Sheng.

"Humph! You stink, I won't bite! ”

Hua Sheng said, turning her head away from his hand.

But in an instant, the events of that night resurfaced in front of me.

Once she remembered what happened in the cabin that night, and the things she didn't know after she fell unconscious, Hua Sheng had ten thousand thoughts in her heart that she wanted to kill him.

This man, he didn't want to die, and he dared to come back! Dare to break into the palace at night!

But isn't it her?

Not only was she angry, but she even looked forward to seeing her again.

Hua Sheng thought: Maybe she is really too sick!

"You disciple, flower thief! How dare you come to see me! Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you? ”

Listening to Hua Sheng's fierce tone, Mo Yange only felt very cute.

The said disciple can still be said, but where does this flower-picking thief start?

"Flower thieves? When have I picked flowers? Who have you fornicated? ”