Pluto's Golden Concubine

"Master, master..." The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Polang had no choice but to speak, because if it continued to rain like this, especially the cold rain in autumn, his body would not be able to bear it, let alone the body of the master. Patients with dull pain!

"It's raining heavily, or else we'd better go back to Mercy City first, and discuss the matter on Miss Feng's side..."

"What did you say."

The bright red figure stood on the spot all of a sudden, without looking back, just looked at him slightly sideways, and there seemed to be endless desolation and alienation in his tone.

Polang's words were choked back into his stomach, for some reason, seeing the master's expression of silence and desolation made him more sad than killing him!

Master, you have never been so lonely and desolate like now!

It's like this endless autumn rain, continuous, obscene rain, an invisible rain curtain between the sky and the earth, filled with a heavy sense of fate and despair everywhere, shrouded in lead-colored clouds On the top of the person's head, it is so oppressive that people can't breathe. They can only watch the scenes of dark clouds, and then they are soaked in this boundless heaviness.

"Luohong is not a ruthless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers." The evildoer's footsteps stopped under the branch protruding from the huge begonia flower, and looked up at the flourishing begonia clusters blooming above his head , couldn't help stretching out his slender fingers to gently touch the cluster of crabapple branches with densely intertwined flowers.

The bright red crabapple flowers fell one after another, and lightly sprinkled on his bright red clothes and her jet-black hair.

There was a quiet smile on the evildoer's lips, and then he fell gently on the ground.

"Master!" Polang rushed over quickly, holding the evildoer's body in his arms, only to find that his face had turned blue-white at some point, and his whole body was also very cold, like a just It was as cold as a dead body fished out of the ice cave!

Polang gently put his finger on the nose of the evildoer, but found that his breath was so weak that he couldn't feel it anymore!

Despair suddenly surged into Polang's heart, he hugged the evildoer's body, and was just about to run wildly back to the city of Mercy, but unexpectedly, a pretty figure had already stopped him.

"follow me."

Dan Zhu didn't know when he appeared, holding an oil-paper umbrella, his palm-sized face showed no emotion.It was just a pair of eyes, as black as the stars at midnight, quietly looking at the waves, like a bottomless ancient well.

"Danzhu..." Since Polang personally injured Danzhu and ordered her to have a miscarriage that day, this was the first time the young couple met.

But this kind of meeting did not play any role in alleviating the embarrassment, but Polang couldn't care less, and followed Danzhu with his arms in his arms.

Danzhu led Po Lang to enter through a back door, wandered around the huge courtyard, and finally found a secluded small courtyard.

"Come in, there's no one here for the time being, I'm the only one living here." Dan Zhu opened the door with a deep voice.

Polang nodded, and carried the evildoer inside, but saw a clean small courtyard inside, with five houses in it, three in the middle, and one on each side, a small courtyard, although not big, but But it was very tidy, there was only one sycamore tree in the middle, it was very big, standing there alone, with yellow leaves falling all over the ground, quietly piled up there, giving it a haggard aesthetic feeling.

"You change him into clean clothes first, and I'll see what's wrong with him." Danzhu said while throwing a clean dress over

Polang recognized the clothes as his clothes, and it turned out that Danzhu kept them all the time, so he couldn't help but glance at Danzhu, but saw that she was just sitting under the lamp, checking out the small medicine box, and didn't look at him at all. .

Polang put away his emotions, changed clothes for the evildoer, Dan Zhu came over and gave the evildoer his pulse.

After calling for a long time, Danzhu sighed softly: "I can't treat his illness, but you don't have to worry about it. He's fine now, just rest and rest. But you have to find a better doctor for him in the future." Look. Don't delay."

"You mean, the city lord is sick?" Po Lang looked at Dan Zhu and asked.

Danzhu nodded: "Don't you know? There seems to be something blocked in his head here, and he needs to find someone to clear it, or you can find a lady."

"Well, after the city lord wakes up, I'll ask him again." Polang nodded and said.

"En." Danzhu also nodded, and the two of them had no more words, just sat there quietly, watching the room full of candlelight.

It took a long time for Danzhu to stand up: "You can watch him here. My place is quiet and no one comes. You can take him away after he wakes up. There are two umbrellas here. Take them with you. I'll take them away first. rest."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Polang to answer, he got up and went to the room to rest.

Polang watched the candles in her room go out, so he didn't speak, just listened to the movement in her room with bated breath, to see if she was really asleep.

After a while, Danzhu's breathing became more even, and Polang knew that she had really fallen asleep, and his tense emotions gradually eased.

The evildoer hadn't come to his senses yet, he had some temporary personal space and time, and he couldn't help but relax slowly.

During this period of time, he lived too tensely, and was in a state of high tension all the time. Although this was his professional requirement, although he had almost lived such a life since he was a child, the only thing he ever had was The warmth, but it made him involuntarily feel confused at this moment, thinking of the warm time he once had.

During that time, warm, relaxing, and heart-warming, it was almost the best time he could think of.

That was the time he spent with Danzhu. During those few warm days, he once held someone's warm hand and got the warmth and tenderness that he had never tasted for a long time.

He used to think that it would last forever, but now that he thinks about it, how can he expect such an ending?

The thin lips slowly curled into a mocking arc, mocking her own overreaching, actually extravagantly seeking happiness that does not belong to her.

There was a sound when the lantern exploded, and Po Lang's hand slowly slipped down, but hit something.

A small basket, in which there are small clothes that have been cut a long time ago, and the size is for children, and there are also Baina shoes, which are small in size, but they are made with care.