Bai Junzhuo stared at the two men, the one holding the knife was dressed in a cyan robe, handsome, but with a murderous look, it seemed cold and ruthless. The slightly sickly man was dressed in silver and white, with distinct facial features, his eyebrows were showing nobility, although his face was pale and cold sweat was overflowing from his forehead, but his expression was calm and without the slightest flaw.

"Master, this Bai family mansion, it seems that there is only one living person here." The man with the knife repeated the words again.

Bai Junzhuo's eyes turned between the two, looking at the two men who had trespassed into her boudoir.

The silver-white man nodded, opened his lips slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?" What happened to the Bai family recently, and why did it become like this overnight? ”

Bai Junzhuo also wanted to ask who they were, but he opened his mouth, and his throat felt another tearing pain, and he didn't make a sound.

"Master, she seems to be a mute."

"You...... cough cough...... "The silver-white man wanted to say something, but a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, and he hurriedly covered his waist, and blood oozed from his fingers.

"Master! Master, what's wrong with you? The man with the knife looked nervous and supported the silver-white man, caught a glimpse of the blood oozing from his waist, immediately frowned, hesitated slightly, and actually pulled out the knife and put it on Bai Junzhuo's neck, and said to Bai Junzhuo fiercely, "Let Bai Gonglu get out!" ”

Bai Junzhuo was stunned and shook his head, not knowing how to tell them that Bai Gonglu was dead.

"Mo Ying," the injured man seemed to recover, walked to the chair by the dresser and sat down, and said nonchalantly, "Don't scare people. ”

Hearing this, Mo Ying glanced at Bai Junzhuo coldly, calmed down, withdrew the knife, and said to her, "It's okay if you don't call Bai Gonglu, I heard that your Bai family, even the cook is proficient in medical skills." As long as you can heal your master's injuries, I will let you go, otherwise I will let you live rather than die! ”

Bai Junzhuo jumped in shock, and glanced at the injured man, his blood continued to seep out, staining half of his clothes red, and he would have to die if he continued like this.

It's not good to die in your own room, Bai Junzhuo got out of bed and walked to the man without wearing shoes.

He took the pulse first, then lifted the man's clothes, and looked at his wound carefully. It is deep, the skin around the wound rolls outward, and sooner or later it will rot and suppurate in such weather.

If it had been treated earlier, there would not have been so much blood loss, and it would not have deteriorated like this. Instead of being properly treated, he seems to have traveled a long way, causing his wounds to worsen, and he is simply looking for death!

"How is it, doesn't it matter if my master's injury is there?" The man with the knife asked anxiously.

Bai Junzhuo's face was heavy, he nodded, took out some medicine to stop bleeding from the box under the dresser and replaced it with the injured man, and turned out a bottle of medicine that returned to the original source, but there were no antibiotics in ancient times, if this man still ruined his body like this, the gods would not be able to save him.

The injured man had been staring at Bai Junzhuo since just now, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, which made Bai Junzhuo panic for no reason.

"My injuries are serious?" The man asked in a deep tone.

Bai Junzhuo nodded.

"Do you know when you were injured?"

Judging by the degree of deterioration of the wound, it can be inferred. Bai Junzhuo nodded again.

The man's face seemed to sink, his eyes drooped slightly, and he said to Mo Ying without any waves, "Kill her." ”

As soon as the words fell, a knife with a silver light had already slashed at her!