Immediately nodded obediently and said, "Okay, I'll go back to the house first, master, don't be angry." ”

Xiuxiu said, glanced at the master, and then reluctantly walked out of the wing room little by little.

Pei Lang stiffened and stood for a while, then sat down where Xiuxiu was sitting just now, picked up the handkerchief on the side, stroked Xiaoyu's face little by little, and gently wiped her up.

Xiao Yu felt that someone had changed, her eyes finally turned, and she turned around with difficulty, and when she saw that it was Pei Lang, her expression suddenly became excited, whining, and struggling to sit up.

Pei Lang held her hand and said in a low voice, "Don't move." ”

She didn't listen, she still whined, and wanted to sit up excitedly, but she didn't have the strength, and when she moved slightly, her whole body hurt like tendons and bones.

She didn't dare to move anymore, panting for air, and the pain that pierced her heart couldn't dissipate for a while.

Pei Lang saw that her face was pale in pain, her eyes were heavy, and there was a bitterness in her tongue, and she wanted to speak, but her throat seemed to be blocked by a big stone, and she couldn't make a sound for a while.

Xiao Yu lay there and waited for the pain in her body to pass.

I don't know how long she waited, but her breath finally eased.

His hands were wrapped like pig's trotters, and he couldn't move, but could only move his little fingers little by little.

Pei Lang looked at it for a while, and then saw her little fingers moving, as if expressing something.

He couldn't tell what she was writing and drawing, so he gently put her little hand on his big palm and let her write and draw on his big palm.

The bones of her arms were shattered, her fingers were only faintly felt, and her soft and weak fingers drew on his palms for a long time before finally writing two mutilated handwriting, "People are ......"

People are ......

Pei Lang suddenly thought of something, his heart shook greatly, and the whole person froze there, looking at her for a moment.

After Xiaoyu finished writing these two words, she stopped breathlessly, gasped for a long time, and then continued to move her fingers weakly.

One stroke at a time, it is as difficult as chiseling out of a large stone.

Move and gasp, move and breathe, and write for more than half an hour before finally writing the complete sentence.

The man is in the basement of the three western houses.

After writing this sentence, Xiaoyu no longer had half the strength, her eyes were slightly closed, she was out of breath and panting, and she couldn't move anymore.

Pei Lang was completely stupid, and the monstrous waves in his heart almost annihilated him.

The man is in the basement of the three western houses......

Meaning, people are still ......

People are still there!

He stood up suddenly, turned and walked out, and walked quickly to the gate, only then did he realize that such impulsiveness was inappropriate.

The West Third Institute is the territory of the Queen Mother, not to mention that he can't rush in to search, even the emperor and the crown prince have no reason to rush in and search.

Although His Royal Highness has returned to the palace, the power of the Queen Mother is still all over the court, and Wen Guogong is even more in charge of the army, and there is no possibility of breaking through at all!

Moreover, such a hard break will ruin His Highness's plan.

Pei Lang thought about it, and finally felt that this matter had to wait, so he was so angry that he smashed his fist on the door frame.

The smash was so hard that blood oozed from his fingers, but he didn't feel any pain, and stood there straight, motionless for a long time.

Xiuxiu hadn't left yet, so she sat on the eaves and basked in the sun, and saw the master standing there like a wood carving, and he didn't know if he had blood smashed out of his fist, and he was so distressed that he couldn't get worse.