He asked, "Why didn't anyone ever care about me?" ”

He asked, "Why hasn't anyone ever felt sorry for me?" ”

He asked, "Why hasn't anyone ever loved me?" ”

He said, "I also have a heart, and I will also hurt!" ”

The little beggar was hysterical with every word he spoke, as if he wanted to denounce all the injustices in this world.

Ziyu didn't dare to really hurt him, and he pulled me back every time Ziyu took a step.

After all, I couldn't bear it, broke free from Ziyu, pulled out the iron fan and moved forward, in order to prevent him from hurting me, I took advantage of his inattention to hit him at each wrist, and the two knives fell in response.

The little beggar suddenly seemed to have his soul drained, his eyes turned from fierce to misty, and continued to move forward like a walking corpse.

I heard him cry in a low voice: "Dead, all dead." ”

His voice was hoarse: "Don't want me anymore." ”

He looked at me for a moment, "You too." ”

Wu, he seemed to have lost his bones, and slammed into the ground.

I didn't care about anything else, so I hurried to catch him.

He lay on his back in my arms, looking at me softly, the blood on the corners of his mouth deepened, and he asked me with a trembling lip, "Do you still care about me?" ”

I was so frightened by his actions that I lost my ability to think, but I still replied to his words: "I care, I definitely care!" ”

He grabbed my hand and touched his blood-stained face: "If I die, you must remember me, because I love you." ”

I was stunned.

His tone was low and terrifying: "I originally wanted to kill you and reincarnate together, but I was reluctant to see you suffer after all." ”

He stared at me with dead eyes: "I am waiting for you next to the Sansheng Stone, if you can't remember me, I will tear your soul and let you never enter reincarnation again." ”

He fell asleep in my arms, but I was so frightened by his almost maddened love.

Ziyu reacted before me, helped me pick up the little beggar, touched his pulse, and said to me: "The person is not dead, he has suffered internal injuries, and the external injuries are not light, and the blood should be his, except for the donkey's." ”

Ziyu patted me, who was still in a state of shock: "Miss, don't be stunned, hurry up and save people!" Otherwise, it will be too late! ”

I came back to my senses and carried the person into the house with Ziyu.

I wanted to take off the little beggar's blood-stained clothes, but I didn't expect that the blood on his body stuck to the wounds.

I was distressed and helped him clean up his clothes little by little, and if I accidentally hurt him, he would unconsciously frown, and then I felt that this scarred man was still alive.

Internal injuries are mediciated, external injuries are medicated, how can a good person become like this?

He was injured too badly, his meridians were broken, his internal organs were shocked, and there were many whiplashes on his flesh, I don't know if he could survive, even if he could survive, whether his meridians could recover as before, whether he could practice martial arts in the future, and whether he could realize his "Ziwei" dream.

Ziyu reminded me by her side: "I'm afraid that Old Madam Lin has been waiting for a long time, so it's better for Miss to go." ”

I looked at the hand that was held in the palm of the hand by the little beggar, and sighed: "Help me confess my guilt to the old lady, go to the treasury and send the blood lingzhi sent by the ghost doctor uncle last year to the old lady, just say that I really can't pull away if I have something." ”

Ziyu disagreed: "Miss, you don't have to do this for a little servant. ”

I turned my head to her and asked, "When did you see me treating him like a servant?" ”

I treated him like a friend and a brother.

Ziyu frowned: "He has a strange background, Miss, it's better for you to stay away from him." ”

So you think I should stay away from him.

You are also half a master of him, why don't you feel sorry for him?

Is he really as annoying as he says he is?