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The wooden door creaked and creaked out a terrible cry, all telling of the cruelty of the abuser.

Good guy, why didn't he think of this trick?

was also laughed at by Wen Fengxu.

There was no time to condemn Wen Fengxu's cruelty, and several people hurriedly followed Wen Fengxu in.

There was no one in the living room, no one in the bedroom, and a few people almost rummaged back and forth in the room before they pulled people out in the gauze tent behind the bed.

Xin Huaiyu shrunk into a small ball like this, and the whole person was wrapped in the tent, and he didn't speak, and he didn't say anything when he saw that they had found him.

Yan Ming just wanted to open his mouth to scold her first, but suddenly realized that there was a dark-faced big guy beside him, he didn't speak, and silently retreated away.

Wen Fengxu didn't speak, just looked at Xin Huaiyu on the ground condescendingly.

The guy was huddled up and looked pathetic.

“…… Wen Fengfu, I'm not pretty anymore. ”

After all, it was smoked by the cold air of the warm breeze, Xin Huaiyu couldn't help but speak, but his voice was crying, accompanied by obvious trembling, and there was an indescribable ...... Fear.

She was scared.

Afraid of what, face?

Everyone faintly saw her face flushed through the hazy light veil.

It seems, there are still traces of blood.

"Get up." Wen Fengxu frowned, and these two times ripped open the gauze tent and dug the person out of it.

During this period, Xin Huaiyu kept covering his face, and traces of blood oozed out of his fingers, even if it hurt badly, he didn't let go of his hand, "Don't look at me......"

But it can't be covered, and the wound on the left half of the face from the chin to the cheekbone is not a scratch from a sword or other weapon, but a half of the face that has no skin, as if it has been corroded, revealing flesh and blood.

"What the hell, how did you get like this?! His face is still bleeding! Yan Ming didn't have the intention of playing around at all now, and all he saw was the terrifying wounds on Xin Huaiyu's face.

Jiang Hai was also shocked, he didn't expect Xin Huaiyu's face to hurt so badly, "Damn!" Hurry up and send it to the priest, what are you waiting for?! ”

Seeing that everyone was so shocked, Xin Huaiyu felt that his face could not be cured, and he was humming and chirping tears on the side, but the tears hurt very much when they hit the wound.

"Don't cry." Wen Fengxu's tone was not very good, Xin Huaiyu was so frightened that he immediately stopped crying, and only dared to sobbed a few times.

Several people didn't dare to delay any longer, and immediately took her to find the nearest priest in the academy.

The group was in a hurry along the way, and it was the protagonist who had just caused gossip, which was naturally eye-catching, and when they arrived at the priest's house, the pastor frowned and looked at her wounds, and simply looked for a few pills.

"I can't cure her injury, I have to find a pharmacist."

"What caused this injury?" Hearing this, Xin Huaiyu's face was as white as snow, and Jing Zhihuai patted her comfortingly and asked the old priest.

"Injury?" The old pastor, who was always experienced, sneered, "This is a wound, it's clearly poison." ”

"If the little old man lives to this age and can't even distinguish between injury and poison, then he will really eat all these years of dry food in vain."

"What poison?"

On the side, Wen Fengxu finally spoke, and the whole person was filled with a thick cold air, and his face was cold, so that people did not dare to approach.

The priest touched his beard and sighed leisurely, "This poison is not easy to solve, it is called Burning Lotus, poisoned like her, her face is like burning, and a layer of skin is burned alive, it is not good." ”

"That antidote, you have to be a pharmacist above the eighth grade to refine it......"

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