Nanjing rubbed his hands together and hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed to check his pulse.

A quarter of an hour passed, and Nanjing gradually let go of Eleven's wrist, and the whole person was full of seriousness that he had never felt before, and his good-looking brows gradually tightened.

"How?" Ye Junchen asked in a low voice.

"Dare to ask my lord, where did you bring this girl back from?" Nan Jing raised his head and glanced at Ye Junchen, cleaned Eleven's wounds, and said in a low voice, "The pulse is quite strange. ”

"How weird?"

"This girl's pulse is sometimes virtual and sometimes real, showing two pulses, alternating with each other."

"Judging from the void pulse, this girl has been abused for a long time, her body has suffered serious losses, and she has recently suffered extremely serious injuries and lost too much blood, so it stands to reason that she will not survive."

"Another solid vein, strong and aggressive, so she can survive, but her body is too weak, if she is injured again, even the Daluo Immortal will have no choice."

When Ye Junchen heard this, he looked at the little woman who had passed out on the bed, and frowned slightly.

After Nan Jing finished taking the medicine, he bandaged the wound for Eleven, got up and said to Ye Junchen: "My lord, it's too noisy here, and she is not suitable for recuperating here." ”

Ye Junchen directly covered Eleven's body with a quilt to prevent her from suffering a little cold, held her in his arms through the quilt, and walked towards his yard.

Nan Jing looked at the other party's distant back, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

"Why do you think adults are a little weird?"

Yejun Chen is happy to be quiet, the courtyard where he lives is the quietest place in Dali Temple, he didn't think much about it and took Eleven back to his yard, and instructed his subordinates to clean up the room next to him, and personally put Eleven carefully on the bed.

A young man dressed in black stood aside, quietly watching the scene in front of him.

"Hanyue, from today on, she is your master."

When Han Yue heard this, she pursed the corners of her mouth, clasped her hands into fists and said, "Yes." ”

Ye Junchen turned to look at the black-clothed young man in front of him, and his voice was cold: "Do you have something to ask?" ”

"The subordinates don't dare." The black-clothed young man clasped his hands into fists, bowed his head and said, "The lives of me and Hanxing are all given by the master, even if the master lets us die, we won't frown, let alone just serve this girl." ”

"Master, Han Xing just cares about his master, that's why he said those arrogant words, don't be angry with him."

"Hanyue, when I saved you two brothers, you swore to follow you all your life, but she saved me twice."

The black-clothed young man's frowning brows relaxed slightly, and said, "My subordinates will definitely protect her." ”

Ye Junchen glanced back at the woman on the bed, turned around and left the room.

Han Yue has been guarding the room, watching Eleven's forehead keep breaking out in a cold sweat, and quickly touched her forehead with his fingertips, the hot touch made him secretly scream, and hurriedly went out of the room.

As he went out, a dark shadow entered the room.

The black shadow approached the side of the bed step by step, and the hand holding the dagger gradually became stronger, and the green tendons on the back of the hand could be clearly seen, and the sharp dagger glowed with cold light in the moonlight.

Holding the dagger aloof, it stabbed eleven fiercely into the heart, and at that moment, the dagger shone in the shape of a cold star.

At the same time as he was about to stab the woman under him in the chest, the other party opened his crystal clear eyes, and Han Xing did not give up this opportunity because of this, and still stabbed down.

The woman grabbed the dagger with one hand and cut her palm, and bright red blood dripped from the wound.