"Have you drunk the medicine?"

Eleven let go of the hands that were around his waist and shook his head softly.

"Why don't you drink it?"

"It's too bitter."

Ye Junchen looked at Eleven's frowning appearance, and his heart couldn't help but soften.

The knobby hand involuntarily clasped Eleven's little head, gently stroking her hair, and at this time, the light in her eyes was even more dazzling.

"I'll have some preserves in the kitchen."

Ye Junchen saw that the other party shook his head, and before he could speak, his big hands were wrapped in soft small hands, which were a little cold.

Eleven took Ye Junchen's big hand into the room, motioned for him to sit opposite him, holding the bowl in one hand, pinching his nose with the other, and raising his head to drink the medicine in the bowl.

"Drink it all." Eleven handed the empty bowl to Ye Junchen, put his face in front of him, and put the soft lip flap on his lips, with a faint medicinal fragrance, and said sweetly, "For me, Ah Ye is more effective than candied fruit." ”

Ye Junchen's eyes gradually widened in an instant, and before he could react, the little woman in front of him fell weakly to the ground, he subconsciously reached out to hold her waist with one hand, and protected her head with one hand.

Passed out.

Han Xing, who was standing on the side, looked at the scene in front of him with a hellish look, and the three views that had been established for more than ten years collapsed in an instant.

This woman definitely did it on purpose!

How can anyone faint after stealing a kiss, absolutely, yes, it is deliberate!

The master of Bingqing Yujie has been defiled like this! Defiled! Dirty! Finish!

Ye Junchen naturally saw that the blood penetrated the gauze, and it seemed that the wound on his chest had cracked, so he hurriedly hugged it horizontally in his arms, and a pair of jade feet slipped out of his skirt and fell into his eyes.

Turning his face away, he frowned.

"Master." Han Xing watched Ye Junchen personally cover Eleven with a quilt, and couldn't help asking, "My subordinate has a sentence that I have been holding back for a long time, and I don't know if I should say it or not." ”

Ye Junchen got up and walked in front of Han Xing and glanced down at him.

"Keep holding on."

After saying that, he walked out of the room.

The corners of Hanxing's mouth twitched twice, and he hurriedly chased after him.

"Master, even if you want to punish me, I have to say it." Han Xing stopped Ye Junchen and knelt down on one knee, "My subordinates hope that the master will remember why he wanted to hide his identity and disguise his face in the first place!" ”

Ye Junchen stopped and said indifferently: "Hanxing, how long have you followed me?" ”

"It has been more than seven years since my son saved our two brothers." Hanxing bowed his head in reply.

"Since I've been following me for so long, I should know that I've never forgotten." Ye Junchen's voice was extremely low, and he spoke unhurriedly, "Take thirty rods yourself." ”

Han Xing pursed the corners of his mouth and clenched his fists with both hands: "Yes, master." ”

……

The moonlight poured like water in front of the window, and the leaves outside the window swayed with the wind, making a soft rustling sound, mixed with a faint smell of blood in the wind.

The woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes, like a pool of clear water, as bright as stars.

She lifted the futon and jumped out of bed directly, a pair of small feet looked whiter on the stone road, and ran all the way to the school yard in the direction of the smell of blood, anxiously searching for Ye Junchen's figure.

The school field was brightly lit, and the silver knife emitted a cold glow on the moonlight, and it was chaos.

The body of Max Pu who had been transported back suddenly came back to life, and he came out of the morgue, biting and pounced on people.

Max Plank's belly, which had been torn open by the hook, had hardened like a fish's fins, and the most strange thing was the white ribs, one by one opening outwards and closing inwards.