"Dye and paint."

The man stood outside the cell door for a long time before moving his dry throat and calling out Su Ranhua's name with difficulty and softness.

Su Ranhua was slightly stunned, she had already noticed that there was someone beside her, and she thought that she didn't know which person was watching the show, so she didn't bother to pay attention to it, but she didn't expect to hear such a soft voice with pain.

Turning back in confusion, the man had already opened the prison door, walked quickly to Su Ranhua's side, carefully supported her body, flipped down, and lay sideways in his direction.

His eyes touched the blood stains that penetrated his clothes behind Su Ran's painting, which appeared more clearly in front of him, making his heart tremble.

Su Ranhua looked at this person who stretched out a hand of concern for himself, he was a slightly young man, sixteen or seventeen years old, very delicate, based on his clothes, he could also conclude that this was a person of noble status, who was he? How did you come to the cell to see yourself?

His eyes were clear and bright, not as deep as Ximen Hao's, but they were stained with a layer of pain.

On the filthy body, the sour smell is very strong, and Su Ranhua is also enduring it, but from the expression of this young man, he can't see that he cares about this smoky smell at all, and some just can't bear it.

"Dye painting, how do you toss yourself like this!" The young man's voice trembled, and he raised his hand to gently brush away the messy hair blocking his face for Su Ran's painting.

"I ......" Su Ranhua didn't know how to talk to this teenager, were they very familiar?

The strangeness in Su Ran's expression was fully seen by the young man, his eyes were dim, and he pretended to be relaxed and smiled, "No wonder you don't remember me, the time we met a few years ago, I was still an eleven or twelve-year-old child, and now I am an adult." ”

Su Ranhua looked at this teenager and couldn't help laughing, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old ghost dared to say that he was an adult?

"What are you laughing at?" The young man saw Su Ranhua smile, his trembling heart relaxed, and his face sank with a bit of teasing, "You are still like this, you think you are very big, but you are only two years older than me." ”

Su Ran was stunned for a moment, thinking of the unfamiliar face she had seen in the mirror at this time, which was indeed very young, not the age of her twenties before she crossed over. In exchange for a few years of youth, it is the biggest gain of coming here because of being killed.

Seeing Su Ran's helpless chuckle, the young man would not know the real reason for her laughter at all, but felt that her smile was still as beautiful as many years ago, and it was the most beautiful smile left in the depths of his memory.

It felt very uncomfortable to be stared at, and Su Ran deflected his gaze to avoid the young man's eyes.

"Looks like you really can't remember me." The boy sighed, very disappointed.

"You are?" Su Ranhua asked curiously, since he himself said that he hadn't seen him for several years, it was common not to know him. But he was able to come to the cell to see himself, sad for his situation, and his relationship with Su Ran Painting must not be ordinary.

"Simon Zhe." The young man looked directly at Su Ran's paintings, and his persistent gaze seemed to recall the memories of Su Ran's paintings.

And when Su Dye heard this name, he was indeed deeply shocked.

Ximen Zhe, the fourth son of the emperor, the king of the west. A name that I had heard in Xiaorou's mouth.

Oh my God, King West turned out to be such a beautiful boy! Su Ranhua looked at Ximen Zhe in a daze, his slightly green face was indeed a little similar to Ximen Hao, but under the noble appearance, the temperament revealed was much softer than that of Ximen Hao. Otherwise, he wouldn't have spoken to himself face-to-face like this.

According to Simon Zhe, Su Ran is not familiar with him, but why can he see the strong concern for himself in his eyes?

It is undeniable that the pain in his eyes and the unbearable on his face are all caused by his embarrassing situation at this time.

"Are you the King of the West?" Even if he was a specially trained killer, Su Ranhua didn't know what kind of reaction should be normal at this time, so he could only ask instinctively.

"Hehe, you're still so stupid." Ximen Zhe unfolded his clear eyes, endured the pain in his heart, and said with a smile, "No wonder the second emperor brother doesn't like you, he only likes a smart woman like Bai Yiyi." ”

Su Ranhua frowned, he was actually ridiculed for being stupid by a hairy boy? As for Bai Yiyi, he just has a bodhisattva heart when he does things, but he hasn't seen where he is smart.

Ximen Zhe hid his deliberate smile, staring at Su Ran's painting, and his expression was full of pain that could not be concealed, "You have become a murderer now, how can I clear your suspicion?" ”

"You believe I'm innocent?" Su Ran asked.

"Hmm." Ximenzhe nodded, "Even though people all over the world will kill people, you will never do it." ”

Su Ranhua looked at Ximen Zhe in surprise, why did he trust himself so much?

There seems to be a vague unclear emotion in him, could it be that Su Ranhua had a hint of sister-brother love with this king of the West many years ago?

"It's hateful that they should do this to you!" Ximen Hao's gaze finally fell on Su Ranhua's clothes, showing a little annoyance, "I'll help you change it first." ”

Saying that, Ximen Zhe couldn't help but untie the coat for Su Ran's painting, although it was an ambiguous move, but there was no trace of blasphemy.

"Hiss-" The blood from the wound even stuck to the coat, and the slightest tearing would cause even more pain.

Ximenzhe's eyes tightened, and he peeled off the coat painted by Su Ran more lightly and carefully.

Then, he took off his clothes and put them on Su Ran's body.

"Your injuries are severe, and you must be medicated." Ximen Zhe didn't dare to think about the miserable form of the sticky blood he saw, covering the back of Su Ran's paintings.

Su Ranhua didn't say anything, and she was naturally very clear about her injuries. Ten strokes of the cane, ordinary people can't bear it, not to mention her sick and weak body, how can she be scolded by the cane more than ten times? If it weren't for her strong will, I'm afraid it would be difficult to support it.

"Come on, let's eat something first." Ximen Zhe sighed in his heart, took out a paper bag from his arms, opened it, and inside were several delicate snacks.

Ximen Zhe took out a piece and sent it to Su Ran's mouth, "I remember that you love lotus seed cake, I specially brought it to you, and I am afraid that you have changed your taste after so many years." ”

Su Ranhua took a small bite and chewed it carefully. She is a killer, and she has a heart that does not tremble easily in the face of everything, but Ximenzhe's intimate actions made her feel a little moved.

In his previous life, only the man who brought him a warm smile from time to time touched his cold heart through various actions and brought her into love, but the result was just a deliberate calculation and took his own life with his own hands.

In this life, Su Ranhua saw a face full of pain for her for the first time, and he gave her a thoughtful gesture, so that she could see a bright sunshine in the dark situation. However, she no longer dared to trust anyone, especially men.

The lessons of the previous life were too bad.