Ye Qingqiao was stunned as the two huge bees rolled and crashed into the doorpost, and then slid to the ground.

"Buzz ......"

"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

The two bees staggered to their feet, as if exchanging something.

In the middle of the night, the two bees flew to Ye Qingqiao's side again, and pouted their buttocks, "biu" sounded, and a needle about a finger long appeared on the buttocks of each bee, the needle was dark all over, and the needle was still slightly shining silver.

Ye Qingqiao stared at the two bees vigilantly, thinking that if they dared to sting her, they would slap her to death.

The two bees pouted their butts and circled around Ye Qingqiao, Ye Qingqiao's hand was quietly raised, and his eyes followed the bees.

Suddenly, two bees swooped down on Ye Qingqiao's arm, her eyes widened, and she was about to shoot it at the right angle.

"Don't shoot!" a large hand gripped her palm that was about to fall.

The voice......

It has appeared in dreams countless times, and it has made her tears wet her clothes countless times, so far away, and so familiar......

She slowly raised her head and looked into a pair of warm eyes.

"Qingqiao ......"

Ye Qingqiao turned his eyes, covered his chest in a daze, stood up and walked to the window in a daze, why was her chest so stuffy?

"What's wrong with you?"

"Don't speak!" Ye Qingqiao snorted, his voice was not only hoarse, but also trembling slightly.

"You...... I ......"

"Don't you understand?" she yelled, her voice already crying. She took a deep breath and turned around sharply, just for an instant, the white light in her hand flashed, and she slashed at the man with the Fengming knife in her hand.

The man didn't dodge, and the Fengming knife slashed directly at his chest, and a deep wound that could be seen spurted with bright red blood.

Blood splashed on Ye Qingqiao's cyan clothes, and he instantly fainted with red plums.

She froze, and the hand holding the knife began to tremble, "Why don't you hide?" she raised her eyes to look at the familiar and unfamiliar face on the other side.

"If this knife can make you stop being angry, I'm willing. He said softly, the blood still gurgling from his chest, but he still turned a blind eye.

Ye Qingqiao lowered his eyes, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the blood on the knife, then threw the handkerchief away, and said expressionlessly: "Some scars can no longer be repaired." After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Wait, you have a wound on your hand. He hurriedly grabbed Ye Qingqiao's arm.

"Let go!" Ye Qingqiao shook off his hand hatefully, "Sizzle~" A heart-piercing pain came from the outside of her upper arm, she raised her arm, and was surprised to find that there was an eight-inch-long wound on her arm, the surrounding skin had begun to blacken and fester, and the whole wound looked hideous, and the pain came from here.

The man rushed forward in a panic and raised her injured arm, looked at it carefully, and said with a nervous expression: "Qingqiao, don't be angry yet, if you don't treat this wound, your arm will be useless." With that, he gestured to the two bees hiding under the table.

When the two bees received the order, they immediately pouted their butts and flew out to Ye Qingqiao's side, flew around the injured arm a few times, and then pouted their butts and inserted the black needle into her wound.

"Sizzle~" She frowned in pain, and was about to shake off the bee with her hand, but the whole person was hugged by him. 2k reading web