The old man pointed to Yun Ming, who was unconscious on the bed, and said kindly, "If you delay any longer, he may die." ”

Zhao Xiaoyun also knew that the later it was, the worse it was, but she realized that she was different from Yun Ming, how could she be embarrassed to take off her clothes. But what the master said was right, she really couldn't hesitate so much anymore, clenched her fists, and made up her mind to let the master leave the room, lest the infinite spring be looked at by this old man, it would be bad.

The old man took out a plain porcelain vase from his arms, handed it to Zhao Xiaoyun, and shook his head and muttered, "The apprentice is too old to be master." He walked out while chattering, he didn't want to look at Yun Ming's body, it wasn't good-looking. But when he wakes up, he must thank himself, without himself, when will the two of them recognize each other.

After making sure that the master was far away, Zhao Xiaoyun put down the porcelain vase and sat on the edge of the bed, this time he reached out to untie Yun Ming's clothes, and he didn't hesitate so much, with a trace of indescribable feeling of going to death.

The bow on the royal blue robe was already soaked in blood, it was gently opened, and the robe slid down to the sides, Zhao Xiaoyun couldn't help shaking his hands, and his eyes looked at Yun Ming without blinking.

Inside was a crescent white silk placket, and when untying this coat, Zhao Xiaoyun needed to wrap his hands around Yun Ming's fine 。。。。。。。 Slender waist?

Zhao Xiaoyun actually thought that Yun Ming looked thin and weak at this time, but he didn't expect his waist to be so thick, he was really unseemly.

Between thoughts, the outer coat has been opened, only a snow-white single coat remains, and the looming peaks are close in front of you, as if you can see the snow-white in it.

Zhao Xiaoyun looked at it fixedly, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this special thing was too snow-white, and it was not the same as the real one!

Moreover, Zhao Xiaoyun felt that something was wrong, and reached out to poke it, this feeling is not right, there is no Q bomb!

Zhao Xiaoyun's heart was pounding at the moment, not that kind of excitement, but anger!

Get along day and night for more than a month, is this a fake?

Zhao Xiaoyun suddenly lifted Yun Ming's single clothes, and sure enough, there were two big white steamed buns inside, and he also lost making fresh steamed buns every day, otherwise they would be stiff.

Throwing away the two steamed buns, Yun Ming's chest was open, but unfortunately this person was not frank with her.

Zhao Xiaoyun was quite resentful, shook off half of his clothes, and was about to go out.

When he put his hand on the door, he suddenly remembered the strangeness of the two when they first met, as well as the abnormal actions and words of today's master, Zhao Xiaoyun couldn't help but grit his teeth, it turned out that these two people had known each other for a long time, and they kept her alone in their bones!

No way

Zhao Xiaoyun hesitated, just went out like this, the master must be hiding and snickering outside the door, besides, Yun Ming doesn't seem to be treated, so the old man may still love men.

That's not going to work.

Zhao Xiaoyun choked his breath, returned to the bedside, and began to take off Yun Ming's clothes, the movement seemed to be very big, but in fact, when he touched Yun Ming, he was already very gentle, and Yun Ming in a coma did not moan anymore.

"Yun Ming, Yun Ming, hum, maybe even the name is fake." Zhao Xiaoyun muttered and complained.

But when she took off all Yun Ming's clothes, any complaining words were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say it anymore

I saw that Yun Ming's fair skin was full of knife wounds, as well as blood-red marks left by the whip, each one, each as if it had gouged out Zhao Xiaoyun's heart.

The most serious injury was the black and purple palm print on Yun Ming's heart, which was so deep into the bone marrow.

Zhao Xiaoyun didn't care whether the master was sneering or not, he quickly opened the door and ran out like the wind.

"Master, master!" Zhao Xiaoyun couldn't see the master at a glance, and shouted eagerly, for fear that he wouldn't hear it.

"What are you shouting, the old man didn't bother you with your good things." A certain master who was disrespectful for the old man walked out of the kitchen, and Zhao Xiaoyun, who was full of medicinal smell, had painful eyes.

"Master, Yun Ming is so seriously injured, you can save him quickly." Although Zhao Xiaoyun didn't know how capable the master was, he really could only ask for help at this time.

Fortunately, the master is still reliable, rolled his eyes and said, "What's the panic, you go and clean him, apply the knife wound medicine, and then take the internal injury medicine I boiled, and he will recover in a few days." ”

Zhao Xiaoyun's suspended heart fell instantly, and he said goodbye to the master, and then went back to carefully clean the blood on Yun Ming's body, some of the blood had scabbed over, and it was difficult to clean, and Zhao Xiaoyun didn't dare to exert his strength, for fear of causing Yun Ming's secondary injury.

"Zilong,"

Yun Ming still closed his eyes, frowned, and tilted his head to the left, dodging Zhao Xiaoyun's hand wiping the left side of his face.

Zhao Xiaoyun paused, and his eyes softened a little when he looked at him, for a woman, the words in a man's sleep can best reflect his heart. If he recited the woman's name at this time, there was no doubt that she was a very important person in his mind.

Although, Yun Ming didn't know that she was a woman.

……………

"I said I would come back to you."

"I'm back."

"You wait for me."

Yun Ming murmured again and again, her tone was as gentle as ever, and the one in his mouth was like his treasure, the princess who couldn't even bear to speak loudly.

Zhao Xiaoyun was scared in her heart, she had already guessed that Yun Ming knew her predecessor, but now the soul in her body is her, not the previous Zhao Xiaoyun.

For more than a month, has she Zhao Xiaoyun lived in the aura of her predecessor? So what is she?

Zhao Xiaoyun's blood all over his body felt like it had stopped flowing.

"Huh......" Yun Ming raised her right arm, and the wound that had gradually stopped bleeding collapsed a little more, and the blood flowed like an infusion.

Zhao Xiaoyun could only endure the sadness in his heart, picked up the porcelain bottle given by the master, and poured the white powder inside on the wound.

I don't know what this powder is, the effect is extremely good, the blood stopped flowing in an instant, it was more like relieving the pain, after all, Yun Ming's frowning brows were loosened a little.

After pouring the medicine powder on all the wounds, the master also walked in with the freshly boiled medicine.

When Zhao Xiaoyun saw that the master had come in, he took out the blood-red water with an expressionless face and never came in again.

The old man in the room was confused, not knowing what was going on and why Zhao Xiaoyun looked sad.

No, Zhao Xiaoyun is his apprentice, Yun Ming makes her sad, then she should be beaten.

The old man with bad intentions sent the hot medicinal soup to Yun Ming's mouth.

The weak Yun Ming, a blister immediately appeared on her delicate lips.

The old man didn't care about it, and comforted himself in his heart, a manly man, he had to be able to endure hardships.

"Hmph, let you bully my apprentice, let you bully my apprentice."

The liquid had just been poured into Yun Ming's mouth and had just touched his tongue.........