The heart of the painting was still as usual, pursed his pale and dry lips, did not speak, but his eyes rolled.

If she was in normal times, she would definitely complain fiercely: What kind of monk is a monk, he is obviously a disciple.

But at this time, she doesn't care about anything, her heart is dead, why do you want a stinky skin?

That person is willing to die, what else does she have to care about?

There are a total of 1,379 knife cuts on the whole body, which are fine and dense, of which 97 knives penetrate deep into the bone.

Although I have watched it countless times, when the layers of gauze are uncovered, it still shocks Aunt Wang.

The appearance of the painting heart looks like sixteen or seventeen, and at this time it has lost its former grace and arrogance, and it has become more and more petite.

Aunt Wang sighed in distress while giving her medicine, "I don't know which beast can be ruthless to do such a poisonous hand to a little girl like a flower, evil will be rewarded, such a person will not die well, and if he dies, he will go to eighteen layers of hell, and pull out his tongue and go to the oil pot......"

Hearing this, the fingertips of the painting heart trembled violently, and the long eyelashes also trembled, shaking off the last trace of blood on his face.

Aunt Wang thought it hurt her, so she couldn't help but be more cautious.

Yes, this wound all over the body, there is no good meat, it is a miracle to survive, how can it not hurt?

But this little girl didn't even want to hum, and Aunt Wang even wondered if her throat was also bad and she couldn't speak.

"Girl, if you are in pain, call it out, if you can't cry, don't hold it up, it makes people feel distressed. ”

Huaxin still didn't answer, but just clutched the mattress under him, so painful that he was dripping with cold sweat, and his brows didn't wrinkle.

In fact, this is the reason why He Guang Tongchen really avoids it, not because many wounds are in secret places, and there are differences between men and women, but because he knows what kind of bone-eroding pain this is, but she endures it lightly.

That kind of indifference of not crying, not making trouble, and not screaming, made him feel like he was choked by the throat all the time, his chest was tight, suffocated, and there was nowhere to get out.

The stubbornness of the painting heart made Aunt Wang couldn't help but sigh, "Girl, you are really blessed with a great life, you have suffered so many crimes, and you have survived. ”

She thought that Huaxin would not respond to her as before, but Huaxin suddenly said, "Everyone thinks I deserve to die, even so, do you still want to live?"

Seeing that she was willing to speak, Aunt Wang was overjoyed, and then spit out, "Bah, you are such a good girl, where should you die." ”

"People out there say I'm not a good person. ”

"That's a person who is blind to them, a mage is so good, how can he be a bad person who is desperate to save. ”

The painting heart's eyes rolled for a moment.

Desperate to save someone?

She didn't know what method He Guang Tongchen used to save her, but she knew that it would not be easy.

The image of the same dust as the light flashed in his mind, only to find that he was simply very thin and skeletal.

She didn't sleep all night long, and he sat with her.

She didn't eat one meal, and he barely ate.

When she woke up in the middle of the night, she also saw him secretly hide the bloody Supa he coughed up, although she didn't know how he was injured, but it should be not lightly injured, and it was related to saving her.

"Ahem"

Xu was bothered, she coughed for a while, and Heguang Tongsheng, who was standing outside the door, immediately pushed the door in.

Huaxin was half-naked, but fortunately his back was to him, and when he heard the movement, he immediately struggled to reprimand, "Get out"

There was a moment of silence behind him.

Then there was a "squeak", which was the sound of covering the door with the light.