"Senior, I just want to save people." Twelve pursed his lips, but the movements of his hands did not relax, tightly clamping his throat, and with a little force, this person would immediately die in his own hands.

The black-clothed messenger has never been threatened, and the more persecuted Twelve is, the firmer his position becomes: "If I don't save it, if you want to kill it, you will kill it!"

Five fingers tightened, twelve pinched his throat hard, the black-clothed messenger's breathing was obviously not smooth, his face was suffocated, and he was on the verge of death, he still did not have the slightest fear on his face, but his eyes widened, fearlessly facing the eyes full of twelve killing intent.

Even if he kills him, he won't save someone who doesn't belong to the Temple of the God King!

Seeing that the black-clothed messenger was arrogant and firm, his twelve eyebrows were condensed, and he knew that it might not work with strong means, he let go of his hand, his body quickly retreated, and he hugged his fists and said, "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry," the words paused, "Senior, my friend's life is hanging by a thread now, please be sure to come to the rescue." ”

The black-clothed messenger rubbed his stiff neck, took a few deep breaths, and didn't sneer until his breathing was smooth, "If you don't save it, you won't save it, why is there so much crooked nonsense?"

"Seniors. Twelve's face sank, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"What, do you still want to do it?" the black-clothed messenger smiled disdainfully, "Even if you kill me, I won't make a move." ”

"Senior, dare to ask how you are willing to make a move?" Twelve Shengsheng suppressed the anger in his heart, gritted his teeth and asked, a face was so gloomy that he could wring out water, the person in front of him, he couldn't kill him, he couldn't beat him, it really annoyed Twelve.

Just as the black-clothed messenger was about to reject Twelve in one go, suddenly, there was a slight fluctuation in his spiritual consciousness.

"Help her. A vicissitudes of sound exploded in the sea of his consciousness.

The black-clothed messenger's face changed suddenly, as if in awe, as if in fear.

"Want me to make a move?" he said, pursed his lips and said coldly.

Twelve was overjoyed and nodded heavily, "Yes!"

Yun Ruohan was injured because of her, no matter what the price was, she had to save him! The grace of dripping water, the spring reciprocated, he was sincere to her, and the twelve self-reciprocated with sincerity!

"If you want me to do it, you can do it. Even though he was ready to make a move, the black-clothed messenger still wanted to whet her appetite, or at least, to report back the account that had just been subject to others! He raised a strange smile, brushed his fingers on his chin, and swept Twelve from top to bottom several times: "Maybe you kneel down and beg me, maybe I will agree to you when I am soft-hearted." ”

It is rumored that Sima Ruyi is arrogant and cruel, even when she sees the king, she has never bent her knees, will she beg herself for a so-called friend?

The black-clothed messenger was really curious, and looked at Twelve with burning eyes, waiting for her reply.

Twelve raised a cold smile, and under the gaze of the black-clothed messenger, he neatly lifted the hem of his clothes, bent his knees, and fell straight to the ground, his knees collided with the ground, making a clattering sound, the sound was not heavy, but it seemed to hit the heart of the black-clothed messenger.

There is such a kind of person who has never bowed his knee in the face of power, but is willing to abandon his dignity for the sake of his friends and those who care about him in his heart.

The black-clothed messenger looked at the twelve kneeling in front of him in a daze, even in such a humble posture, but her back never bent over, and she was proud.

"You ......," he said suddenly, but he didn't know what to say.

Is it worth it?

To the point of being a so-called friend.

Is it worth it?

With such a humble gesture to ask someone who doesn't even know if they will agree to help her.

The answer is already coming out, and the twelve eyes are firm, as if they are silently answering him, worth!

The black-clothed messenger rubbed his eyebrows weakly, and waved his robe, "You get up first." ”

Twelve simply got up neatly, "Is this okay?"

"I'll go with you. The black-clad messenger compromised, long before the man spoke up to order him to help her.

There was a bit of excitement in the twelve eyes, and he grabbed the black-clothed messenger's collar with one hand and jumped into the air.

"Hey, let go, what does it look like?"

"It's faster. ”

......

The sound of the two of them talking was heard in the air, and it slowly fell with the cool morning breeze.

Twelve, fearing that Yun Ruohan's injury would change, on the way back, almost non-stop, rushed to the border town, and saw that tomorrow night was like a sculpture, standing outside the inn.

"Master!" Seeing the return of Twelve, a happy smile bloomed on his face tomorrow night, his eyes were full of emotion, and the whole person trembled uncontrollably with excitement, four days, she has been away for four days, these four days are really like years for him!

It is said that lovesickness is bitter, and now he has tasted the taste of this longing.

"Yes. The twelve eyes softened, and the previously cold face softened a lot.

Pedal Pedal ......

Xiao Milk Bag felt the breath of Twelve early in the morning, and ran down the red lacquered stairs from the second floor, her pink and petite body staggered towards Twelve, and her eyes were red.

I've been wanting to die for the past few days.

Bambi's glasses, staring at Twelve watery, full of resentment, in its heart, Twelve is its mother, it has always relied on Twelve, and now it is left in the inn by Twelve, and it can't sleep well.

"Mom......" called glutinously, Twelve's heart was so soft in an instant, he stretched out his hand to hug it, who expected, the little milk bag suddenly turned around and pointed the back of his head at her, as if he was losing his temper.

Who told her to leave her own!

Even if it is put into the space of the ring by Twelve on weekdays, it can always feel her breath, but now?

Twelve looked at the little guy who ignored him with a smile and shook his head, "Okay, there won't be a next time." ”

She once thought she was alone, but I don't know when, many people have quietly lived in her heart, and these people are protecting and guarding her with a pure heart.

"Isn't there a sick person?" the black-clothed messenger said coldly, his face cold as ice.

"Who is this?" Ming Ye stared at him, and he was always one hundred and twenty wary of the men who appeared next to Twelve!

"Don't worry, I'm right to her," the black-clothed messenger pointed to Twelve, "not the slightest interest, put away the vinegar on your face!"

Being exposed to her thoughts, her cheeks turned red brightly tonight, and her eyebrows were a little shy, and she glanced at Twelve quietly, but she was disappointed to find that her thoughts were resting on the little guy, and she didn't seem to hear it.

After coaxing for a long time, Xiao Milk Bao reluctantly forgave Twelve, nestled obediently in her arms, and grabbed her shirt with both hands, "Mom, don't leave next time." ”

"Yes. "Twelve eyes are intoxicatingly gentle.

Glancing back at the black-clothed messenger who had been ignored by him for a long time, he apologized, "I'm sorry, I'll take you over now." ”

The three of them entered the inn together, went up to the second floor, and happened to meet Yun Ruoshui coming out of the guest room.

I haven't seen her for a few days, her whole body is much haggard, her cheeks that were originally fleshy are completely sunken in, her eyes are blank, and her eyes are bloodshot.

"Sister Ruyi!" Seeing Twelve, Yun Ruoshui seemed to grab a piece of driftwood from Zuihou, and almost choked with excitement.

"I've brought someone here, and he'll haode. Twelve pursed his lips and said, inviting the black-clothed messenger into the house, looking at Yun Ruohan, whose face was pale on the hospital bed, his heart was astringent, where is he still handsome and elegant when he first met? Like a puppet who has lost his soul, the whole person is full of life, soaked in cold sweat, the black-clothed messenger squeezed away Twelve, sat sideways on the edge of the bed, and stretched out his hand to take Yun Ruohan's pulse.

The twelve and others gathered around the room, holding their breath and waiting.

Qiu Lou also rushed over after a while, and his four pairs of eyes looked at the black-clothed messenger who was focused on diagnosing Yun Ruohan's pulse.

"Hmph, this kind of injury ......" the black-clothed messenger suddenly sneered, breaking the silence in the room.

Yun Ruoshui hurriedly spoke: "Doctor, is the situation very bad?"

"You need to get me here with a lot of fanfare?" the black-clothed messenger asked mockingly, looking past her and looking at the silent Twelve.

"Please come to the rescue. "Twelve didn't mind putting his posture to the lowest in the slightest, Yun Ruohan's life was more important than being taunted by the black-clothed messenger!

Bright night's eyes were cold, and he exuded a sense of anger all over his body, glaring at the man on the side of the bed viciously, just eager to kill this guy who was disrespectful to the twelve with a knife.

The black-clothed envoy looked away, looking at the eyes that seemed to be eating people tomorrow night, and the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, "You really have a loyal dog." ”

"Tomorrow night!" Twelve snorted, his eyebrows were already extremely displeased, and he held back his anger and turned his head away.

"Senior, please heal him!" Twelve spoke again, if it wasn't for someone who asked for it, how could she let him teach him such a lesson tomorrow night?

"Go out all of you, and you shall not come in without my command. The black-clothed messenger sat cross-legged on the bed and spoke indifferently.

Twelve nodded, and left the room with the worried Yun Ruoshui and the others.

"Sister Ruyi, my brother will haode, right?" Yun Ruoshui asked uneasily, and the four of them stood in the corridor outside the guest room, waiting quietly.

"Of course. Twelve looked determined.

"Yes, yes," Qiu Lou also seconded: "That's the black-clothed messenger of the God King Palace, with a hand of medical skills and good hands to rejuvenate, and he will be fine if he is cold." ”

Comforted by her companions, Yun Ruoshui's heart barely fell a little, she nodded heavily, her eyes were firmly fixed on the closed door in front of her, and her fists were clenched: "Well, my brother will definitely be fine." ”

Tomorrow night stood silently behind Twelve, and about two hours passed, and just when everyone was waiting for them to be distraught, the door was pushed open from the inside, and the black-clothed messenger, dressed in a black robe, paced out of the room.

"It's all right, when he wakes up, give him this pill to take, and in seven days, he will be able to live like usual. Handing a white pill to Twelve, the black-clothed messenger said indifferently.

Twelve stretched out his hand to take it, and Yun Ruoshui had already rushed into the room without hesitation, "xiexie." ”

"No need," the black-clothed messenger sneered, if it wasn't for the hall master's personal order, how could he save someone who had nothing to do with the God King Palace......?

With a slight roll of her eyes, how could the hall master ask herself to help her?

His gaze wandered around Twelve's body in an obscure manner, and the black-clothed envoy couldn't figure out this question.

"I've saved people, so don't leave it at that. His face was cold, and he turned around to leave.

"Today's grace Sima Ruyi has written down, if you are in trouble in the future, I will help you to repay the favor. Twelve spoke indifferently at him, and his words were firm, this favor was owed by her, and if this person was in trouble, no matter where she was, he would rush to save him!

The black-clothed messenger pulled the corners of his mouth coldly, didn't say anything, and paced away.

He has his own god king palace to protect him, when will it be the turn of a junior to make a big statement?

But......

This Sima Ruyi was different from the rumors, before leaving, the black-clothed messenger's impression of Twelve had changed a lot.

Yun Ruohan's internal injuries were healed by the black-clothed messenger with golden needles, the blood congestion in his body was completely dispersed, and the injured internal organs were also protected by him with fighting energy.

Exploring the aura in Xia Yun Ruohan's body, Twelve slowly breathed a sigh of relief, the originally chaotic fighting qi in his body had returned to normal, and began to automatically heal the broken tendons.

For four days, Twelve had almost sleepless day and night, and now that Yun Ruohan's injuries began to heal, she felt tired, so she asked Yun Ruoshui to take good care of him, returned to the room, and undressed and fell asleep.

"Ruyi is really tired, isn't he?" Qiu Lou leaned against the guardrail in the corridor, looking at the closed door outside the twelve rooms, and muttered.

It's rare for her to show such a tired expression, and I'm afraid she's been extremely tired in the past four days.

Shaking his head, Qiu Lou pursed his lips and smiled, and ordered Xiao Er to order a few light foods, and prepare to send them to her when Twelve woke up.