After Gu Wei walked into the room with the man in white, he casually threw the person over.

As soon as the man in white landed at his feet, his face immediately became serious when he saw Zhao Cheng sitting at the table.

Taking a step forward, the man in white saluted respectfully after coming to Zhao Cheng.

"Third Master."

This man's name is Xu Zhao, and he is a person under Zhao Cheng, and he is also the heir of the Divine Doctor Pavilion. is Gu Wei's best friend, and his father is on duty in the Tai Hospital

Seeing the person coming, Song Qing raised his head and looked at it.

Looks like he's in his twenties.

Dressed in white, he was tall, and his long dark hair was very loose tied behind him with a headband, and a strand of hair fell on each side of his forehead.

Danfeng eyes, high nose bridge, fair skin and picturesque eyebrows, looking graceful, jade trees in the wind.

Perhaps sensing Song Qing's gaze, Xu Zhao also glanced up at her.

After seeing Song Qing, his eyes lit up.

Yes, a pretty little girl.

It looks gentle and graceful, and she seems to have just cried, looking at the reddish eyes, it is really delicate and moving.

He had heard that there was an extra girl next to the third master before, and when he first heard about it, he thought he was hallucinating.

Now that he has seen it with his own eyes, he finally believes it, has the Prime Minister's Iron Tree bloomed?

There are no superfluous words next, after Xu Zhao came, the people under the third master seemed to have become accustomed to it. They didn't need to be instructed to prepare hot water, wine, scissors and bandages, as well as Xu Zhao's medicine box.

Don't look at Xu Zhao, who usually doesn't have a straight line, but he is definitely very serious when he should be serious.

"Third master, please take off your clothes first."

"Hmm."

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and was about to take off his clothes, but after his fingers touched his clothes, he paused again. He raised his eyes to look at Song Qinghou and whispered.

"Get out."

"I refuse."

Song lightly refused after listening to his words, and did he want to do it or not? Directly opened his mouth and refused.

"You're all hurt like this, how can I get out." Don't know, forget it? But you know? If she didn't see her with her own eyes, she really didn't feel at ease.

Although she didn't seem to be able to help if she stayed, but even so? Or do you want to stay? I want to accompany him.

“……”

Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes silently, blocking the unnatural emotions in his eyes.

This woman? It's really troublesome.

Expressionless and turned his back to Song Qing, Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the clothes hanging on the screen in the distance flew into his hand in an instant.

Looking down, Zhao Cheng threw it away? The black clothes fell from Song Qing's head accurately, and then drowned her in the darkness.

At the same time, Zhao Cheng took off his blood-stained clothes and revealed his sturdy back. And above his back, a little to the right, there was a broken arrow stuck in at this time.

Where is the arrow stuck at this point? Blood is slowly gushing out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before taking a bath, he ordered the acupuncture points, so as long as he didn't use his internal force, not much blood would flow out.

It's just that when I took a shower before, I used my internal force to wave my hand and shut them down? After that, the speed of bleeding from his body naturally accelerated.

And these? At this time, Song Qing naturally didn't know.

Song Qing's eyes fell into darkness.

She was covered by the third master's clothes.

Just about to reach for your clothes and get them off? I heard the cold and cold voice of the third master in my ears.

"Quiet, stand."

That voice was low and serious? A hint of coolness? It's really a treasure of words.

It was clear that this was said to her.

Song raised his eyebrows lightly? Naturally, they won't listen to him.

In fact, Song Qing didn't expect to see him injured and bleeding.

That's the worry

So, does she really like the third master?

I love it!

That's not good news!

It's not good for her to like anyone, but she likes an ancient man.

Although she came to his world by chance, she and he are not from the same world at all.

It is said that age is not a problem, height is not distance, and even identity is not a problem, as long as you love each other, you can be together.

But these, the most basic condition, is to be in the same world.

And he and the third master, the time that separates him is that he can't cross it. Not a few years, more than a dozen years, but a full 1,400 years apart.

This, how can you like him!

Like!

No, you can't!

She couldn't like him.

Never mind!

Now is not the time to think about that, so let's do it first!

After all, the third master is an official match, although he doesn't know why he can't remember who the other party is.

But according to the time, his official match should appear soon. So I just have to wait, and when that person appears, maybe I won't like him.

Until then, let's keep this love in my heart! At this time, Song Qing didn't know that sometimes liking someone was uncontrollable.

As the saying goes, plans never change as fast as they happen.

In the middle of his thoughts, Song Qing had already reached out and pulled down the shirt that blocked his vision, and his eyes were bright again.

In sight, the third master sat at the table with his back to her, his black middle coat loosely fading to his waist. Even the sleeves of the clothes are hung up to the wrists, and it looks very casual.

And the long inky hair was now tied in a ponytail with a golden headband. Even so, water still slipped from the wet hair.

And Song Qing's gaze was fixed on the back of the third master.

At this point, where his back was to the right, a broken arrow was stuck in it. And there is blood slowly flowing out at this time, which looks shocking!

It turned out that he not only had a chest injury, but also a back injury that was even more serious.

At this moment, Song Qing didn't know how to describe this man.

The third master really, he doesn't care about his body too much. With such a serious injury, he used to sit there talking to her as if nothing was wrong, and the most important thing was that he took a bath.

Song Qing choked up in his heart and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, he found that he couldn't say a word at this time.

Raising his eyes and glancing at the man a few steps away, the third master sat upright with his back to her, and the whole person was silent, serious and quiet.

There was a conversation in my ears.

"Third master, bear with me, I'll take out the arrow for you. Gu Wei instructed people to continue boiling hot water in the afternoon. ”

"Okay."

From beginning to end, Zhao Cheng just waved his hand, and then sat still.

Perhaps sensing Song Qing's gaze, Zhao Cheng frowned imperceptibly. He simply closed his eyes and ignored them.

"Dada!"

The slight footsteps soon approached, and even if he didn't open his eyes, he knew who was standing beside him at the moment.

Slowly opened his eyes and looked at the petite figure standing in front of him.

Feeling Song Qing's gaze, unnatural flashed on Zhao Cheng's face. It's just that his face is cold and hard, so he can't see it.