In love with the enchanting senior brother: the lady strikes

"Why...why?" Zhao Yue looked at him in disbelief. His master was skilled in medicine and had always loved Xiaobai so much. How could he suffer so much this time?

Layman Wuliang sighed softly, "Oh, only in this way can his blood be used as the primer for Twelve's medicine!"

"Yao...Yao Yinzi?" Zhao Yue repeated in a murmur.

"That's right." Layman Wuliang nodded lightly, wiped his hands with a piece of handkerchief, "Master, looking at the current situation, if Twelve wants to survive, I'm afraid it will cost Eleven's life."

Zhao Yue felt his whole body go limp, "How could it be..."

Chang Mu quickly supported him, pulled him aside, picked out the important ones, and explained.

The heavy snow is falling, and the light and light shadows are reflected on the window screens, just like flowers flying in the morning breeze in spring.

Zhao Yue's heart felt sour, Xiaobai...can he survive until the spring?

"Zhao Yue..." Xue Piao's weak voice was like snow falling on the ground, barely audible, but Zhao Yue was a martial arts practitioner, his ears were naturally sharp, he roughly wiped the tears all over his face, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Don't...don't tell Rong'er." A drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of Xue Mi's forehead, and quietly landed on the tip of the bamboo leaf embroidered with brocade quilt, just like the rootless root remaining between the thin green bamboo leaves after the rain water.

The flowers and leaves spread on the brocade are not afraid of the severe winter, and they are still stretched and full of vitality. Zhao Yue watched the tiny water pool slowly disappearing. Junior sister, but." His misty peach eyes narrowed slightly, "However, if you die, junior junior sister will definitely come to the funeral."

Xue Piao quietly looked at the blue and dark bamboo-patterned tent, and didn't answer for a long time, "Don't worry, I won't die," he said, hooking his pale and delicate lips, "If I die, I won't die." Isn't it cheaper for others?"

Zhao Yue, who has always been careless and careless, felt as if he had eaten a pickled plum after hearing this. His mouth was sour all the way to his heart. He pulled Xue Piao's weak and soft hand tremblingly, and asked in a trembling voice: "How about you?" Does it hurt?"

He remembered that when he was eight years old, he was whipped twenty times by his father, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't eat or sleep for a whole month. Even thinking about it now, he still has lingering fears.At that time, the pain was so severe that he hugged one of his father's antique vases and smashed it mercilessly. Hearing the clear and crisp sound of the porcelain shattering, he felt that the pain was not so great, but Xiaobai... his whole body was in severe pain, But he couldn't move, he couldn't imagine it.

Xue Piao closed her eyes slightly, "Yes, it hurts."

"You..." For a moment, Zhao Yue was dumbfounded, "Shouldn't you say 'I'm fine, it doesn't hurt anymore'?"

A light smile bloomed on Xue Piao's pale face, "Zhao Yue, you are not Rong'er, do I have to be a hero in front of you?"

Zhao Yue croaked angrily: "Could it be that the heart of this son is not fleshy? Xiaobai, if you don't bully me for a day, you won't be able to survive, right?"

"This time I bleed half a tank of blood, and I was frozen on the top of the mountain for half a night, and I almost lost my life." Xue Mi's dark eyes flashed a sly light, and he said lightly, "I don't know if I bullied you, or you planned to Want my life?"

Zhao Yue's aura immediately weakened, "I... um... um..." "Hmm" for a while, then he turned over the boredom, "You bullied me again!" "Why... why?" Zhao Yue looked at him in disbelief, Master's medical skills are superb, and he has always loved Xiao Bai so much, how could he be made to suffer so much this time?

Layman Wuliang sighed softly, "Oh, only in this way can his blood be used as the primer for Twelve's medicine!"

"Yao...Yao Yinzi?" Zhao Yue repeated in a murmur.

"That's right." Layman Wuliang nodded lightly, wiped his hands with a piece of handkerchief, "Master, looking at the current situation, if Twelve wants to survive, I'm afraid it will cost Eleven's life."

Zhao Yue felt his whole body go limp, "How could it be..."

Chang Mu quickly supported him, pulled him aside, picked out the important ones, and explained.

The heavy snow is falling, and the light and light shadows are reflected on the window screens, just like flowers flying in the morning breeze in spring.

Zhao Yue's heart felt sour, Xiaobai...can he survive until the spring?

"Zhao Yue..." Xue Piao's weak voice was like snow falling on the ground, barely audible, but Zhao Yue was a martial arts practitioner, his ears were naturally sharp, he roughly wiped the tears all over his face, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Don't...don't tell Rong'er." A drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of Xue Mi's forehead, and quietly landed on the tip of the bamboo leaf embroidered with brocade quilt, just like the rootless root remaining between the thin green bamboo leaves after the rain water.

The flowers and leaves spread on the brocade are not afraid of the severe winter, and they are still stretched and full of vitality. Zhao Yue watched the tiny water pool slowly disappearing. Junior sister, but." His misty peach eyes narrowed slightly, "However, if you die, junior junior sister will definitely come to the funeral."

Xue Piao quietly looked at the blue and dark bamboo-patterned tent, and didn't answer for a long time, "Don't worry, I won't die," he said, hooking his pale and delicate lips, "If I die, I won't die." Isn't it cheaper for others?"

Zhao Yue, who has always been careless and careless, felt as if he had eaten a pickled plum after hearing this. His mouth was sour all the way to his heart. He pulled Xue Piao's weak and soft hand tremblingly, and asked in a trembling voice: "How about you?" Does it hurt?"

He remembered that when he was eight years old, he was whipped twenty times by his father, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't eat or sleep for a whole month. Even thinking about it now, he still has lingering fears.At that time, the pain was so severe that he hugged one of his father's antique vases and smashed it mercilessly. Hearing the clear and crisp sound of the porcelain shattering, he felt that the pain was not so great, but Xiaobai... his whole body was in severe pain, But he couldn't move, he couldn't imagine it.

Xue Piao closed her eyes slightly, "Yes, it hurts."

"You..." For a moment, Zhao Yue was dumbfounded, "Shouldn't you say 'I'm fine, it doesn't hurt anymore'?"

A light smile bloomed on Xue Piao's pale face, "Zhao Yue, you are not Rong'er, do I have to be a hero in front of you?"

Zhao Yue croaked angrily: "Could it be that the heart of this son is not fleshy? Xiaobai, if you don't bully me for a day, you won't be able to survive, right?"

"This time I bleed half a tank of blood, and I was frozen on the top of the mountain for half a night, and I almost lost my life." Xue Mi's dark eyes flashed a sly light, and he said lightly, "I don't know if I bullied you, or you planned to Want my life?"

Zhao Yue's aura immediately weakened, "I... um... um..." "Hmm" for a while, then he turned back and said, "You bullied me again!"