Ah Jiu took out the spiritual spring water and carefully washed his face.

It seems that the itchiness is much lighter.

Looking in the mirror again, the bag was originally red, but now it is light, and Ah Jiu didn't think much about going to bed.

In the morning, Hua Ling hurriedly came to report, and shouted three times through the screen, but still didn't see Jiu'er wake up.

"Nine girls, Mrs. Xue is here again, and I don't know what I want this time, nine girls?"

Hua Ling is girl didn't have much evasion, bypassed the screen and entered Ah Jiu's bedroom, and when she opened the curtain, her pupils shrank:

"Nine girls?"

Turning around and not bothering to look for anything else, he hurriedly tore off the curtain and pressed a strand on Ah Jiu's face.

"Nine girls, nine sisters......" Hua Ling looked at the rapidly soaked curtain and looked frightened.

But Jiu'er seemed to have fallen asleep.

Hua Ling trembled and put her finger on the tip of Jiu'er's nose and suddenly retracted her hand.

"Come on, come on...... The general's wife is no more. ”

The veil pressed on Ah Jiu's face was quickly soaked in blood, Hua Ling's hand kept shaking, and the pillow was full of blood.

Hua Ling covered her mouth, and her eyes didn't dare to move at all, for fear that if she moved, the Jiu'er girl would disappear.

Soon a few people poured in.

"What's wrong with the General's wife?" The leader who came in was Xu Xingxing, who led the puppet corps, and was followed by eight subordinates in charge of the general's mansion.

"Quick, find a doctor, madam, she is bleeding nonstop, and she is no longer breathing." There were tears in Hanazu's eyes, obscuring her vision.

"Madame......" Xu shouted with satisfaction, and Madame remained motionless.

"Find a doctor, quickly, there is a doctor in the city, please come immediately."

At the sound of an order, the eight people held the hilt of the knife at their waist and rushed straight out of the house.

The more Hua Ling looked, the more frightened she became, and Madame's face was as white as paper:

"Madame...... Woooooooo "She was the first person to treat her well, the first person to treat her as a daughter's family.

Hua Ling's trembling hand pressed the wound on her face stiffly.

The blood kept flowing out as if it didn't need money.

Didn't you get bitten by a mosquito?

Hua Ling suddenly realized that this wound was not the place where the mosquito bitten?

Xue Zhen?

"Go and call Xue Zhen to come."

"Yes!"

The two of them obeyed the order and went to the side next door to knock on Xue Zhen's door.

Hua Ling saw that the torn curtain was useless, and blood seeped out through the five fingers she was holding the curtain.

"Why can't this bleeding stop?" Hua Ling bit her lip and pressed the wound hard, but she didn't expect that the mosquito-bitten little eye was like a bottomless pit, tirelessly bleeding out.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he got up and ran: "Xue Zhen, Xue Zhen, Madam is not good, you hurry up and open the door." ”

Sure enough, several people knocked on the door, but the door still didn't open.

"Brother Xu, hit the door." Hanabell kicked first, and then the others began to ram violently.

There was a thud, and the door was slammed open.

The eight of them scattered to search and found Xue Zhen meditating cross-legged in the inner room.

"Sir, Madame's life and death are uncertain, please treat me." Xu was satisfied with his knees and sent it with his hands in fists.

There was no movement.

Everyone's eyes were nervous and flustered.

At this moment, the guard came to report: "The self-proclaimed Snow Lady is waiting outside the mansion." ”

"Tell her to." Hua Ling's eyes stared at Xue Zhen, why did he pretend to be dead here if he was so powerful.

At this moment, Hua Ling was very disappointed in Xue Zhen, and all the good impressions in the past turned into him pretending.

"Xue Zhen." Syllable......

Hua Ling stepped forward and directly slapped Xue Zhen.

Sure enough, Xue Zhen opened his eyes: "What's the matter?" ”

The particularly calm expression is in stark contrast to the anxiety in people's hearts.

"I'm afraid the general's wife won't survive, please ......" Xu Xian didn't finish his words, only to feel a gust of wind sweeping, a white dress swept across his face, and when he looked closely, there was no one on the bed.

Xue Zhen gradually walked in front of Ah Jiu's bed.

Looking at the blood stains on the pillow, I couldn't help frowning.

When Hua Ling rushed in with Xu Satisfaction, they were all dumbfounded.

"Where's Madame?" Hua Ling opened her mouth before shouting.

Xu Xingxing also followed and searched around the inner room, searching all corners, but he couldn't see Meng Jiu'er's shadow.