The Tyrant Takes Love: Dote on the stunning fairy princess

Chapter 11 Why

Jing Li was sent back by servants.

When he came back, he was only wrapped in a light purple and silver embroidered brocade robe. The blood on the robe was mottled, and the bright red color was extremely glaring.There was a strong smell of blood all over him, but the face of the servant who sent him back was completely expressionless, as if he was used to such situations.

Put him hastily on the only mahogany canopy bed in the small black room, and then ordered the maid who came along to boil water for him to cleanse, leaving a wooden box that smelled of herbs, and left.

Throughout the whole process, these people ignored Jun Xian.

After everyone left, the small black room became silent again, and Jun Xian slowly approached the bed, and looked at the child on the bed by the dim candlelight.

His face was pale, and even in a coma, his lips were tightly pressed together.

So stubborn in sleep.

The brows were also tightly frowned, on that pink and jade-carved face, it was extremely annoying to look at.

At least Jun Xian can't see flaws in beautiful things.

Stretching out his index finger, he rubbed heavily on the center of the child's brows, but failed to smooth out the wrinkles there, and instead made the child let out a very slight muffled groan.

"..." He withdrew his index finger embarrassingly, held it up in front of his eyes, and muttered, "Am I being too hard?"

Absolutely impossible.

Compared with that man's whipping, her finger gesture is simply insignificant.

Looking at the child again, Jun Xian sighed deeply, and turned the person on the bed over, from lying on his back to lying on his side.

The child had a serious injury on his back. Those servants didn't know it, but let him lie on his back, completely ignoring that it would press on the wound and make the child suffer more pain.

After only lying down for a while, the originally clean sheets were already stained with blood stains.

The wound was not bandaged and no medicine was applied.

It is an attitude of letting it fend for itself.

Up and down.If there were no people above to show off, the slaves in the mansion would definitely not dare to treat the child so lightly.

The huge mansion is rich and luxurious, but no one cares about the life and death of the children?
The son of Jinghou Mansion.

Empty has a name.

Sweating over the wooden box that was casually thrown by the bedside, and smelling the smell of inferior herbs coming out of it, a sneer flashed in Jun Xian's eyes.

For the coolness of those grown-ups.

She is also a person without much enthusiasm. In the thousands of years of Nine Heavens, she has never made a close friend, and those who have broken through in Nine Heavens have gained a lot of notoriety.

But with these people for comparison, Jun Xian feels that at least he still has a lot of advantages, such as evil is also evil.

The child has begun to babble, which is a precursor to the deterioration of the wound.

Jun Xian stared at the child for a while, with complex eyes.

Finally, with a long sigh, he stepped forward and untied the child's clothes, turned the person to a prone position, took out a jade bottle from the Qiankun bag, poured the contents into the palm of his hand, stretched it a little, and gently applied the small The wound on the child's back.

In an instant, the room was filled with a strong medicinal fragrance.

The wound that had been cleansed, after the water, the flesh turned white and criss-crossed on the delicate and thin back, looking more ugly and hideous than before. Sandwiched with light yellow.

There was no clean veil at hand, so Jun Xian directly picked up the shirt beside him, dried the seeping blood, and applied the medicine on it again.

By doing this, she didn't feel that she was softening her heart, she was pitying her, but she subconsciously kept the movements of her hands to the minimum, so as not to make the child feel uncomfortable.

The child who was supposed to be asleep, his eyelashes trembled invisibly in the shadows, and then slowly opened a gap, his eyes fell on that stunning profile.

She was extremely beautiful, but she was cold and indifferent, with no unnecessary expressions, only her eyes, which were bright and bright in the candlelight, seemed to incorporate all the starlight, which could easily make people sink.

At this moment, those eyes were focused and serious on the wound on his back, and the movements of his hands were also cautious, falling on his skin, like a light butterfly kiss, like a soft feather passing by.

That feeling was so strange that his whole body trembled unconsciously, and his heart suddenly turned sour.

Jing Li quickly closed his eyes as if frightened, and suppressed that strange feeling in his heart.

He is afraid.

Afraid of his lingering on that touch.

Afraid of his fascination with that feeling.

Why did he think she was pitying him?

Why give him this illusion?

Why should it affect his emotions!
She is not his, and she can't stay by his side forever!

Just a stranger.

Always going, always leaving.

He was wrong.

At that time, she should have been killed!

In this way, how could she have the opportunity to confuse him!

Kill her, he must kill her!

He paid such a high price to keep her just to find another chance to kill her.

Yes.

The pain in his back reminded him.

He bought her with half his life, so he must pay with her life!
It took a whole bottle of anti-corrosion and muscle-regenerating ointment to apply all the scars.Watching those wounds gradually heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, Jun Xian smiled with satisfaction.

Ask Dan Xianjun for other things, but the medicine refined is the most reliable.This bottle of ointment can restore all the old and new wounds on the child's back to their original state, leaving no scars in the end.

However, although the wound has healed, the child was beaten severely, and the child is still young, so I am afraid that it will hurt the bottom of the body.

Thinking of this, he took out a pill from the Qiankun bag again and stuffed it into the child's mouth, not afraid that he would find it difficult to swallow in a coma.Anyway, it melts in the mouth and can always flow into his stomach.

"My little family background, I thought it would be the foundation of my life here, and my courage is all for you." Laughing at himself, he carefully tore off the dirty bed sheet, and found a clean shirt beside the bed Covering the child, Jun Xian closed his clothes and got on the couch, lying directly next to the child, sleeping opposite him.

There is no other place for her to sleep here, and it is impossible to expect a servant to entertain and accommodate her. The left and right beds are quite big, so there is nothing wrong with it.

After treating the children's wounds, she also became tired.

After going down to earth, my body and spirit have deteriorated, and I feel tired even doing small things.

From the beginning to the end, it seemed that he didn't realize that the child had ever woken up, or that he had been awake all the time.

Jun Xian slept soundly, and after a while, his breathing became even and long.

The child opened his eyes again, it was as dark as ink, reflecting the candlelight, and appeared dim in the dim light.His eyes fell on Jun Xian's sleeping face, and he took a closer look at her eyebrows and eyes, as if he wanted to engrave this appearance into his mind.

With a bang, the candle on the desk was extinguished suddenly, and he died.

The room was full and plunged into darkness.

There are only two sounds of breathing, one after another in the dark room, gently interweaving and blending, exuding a faint sense of tranquility.

Diluted, the room was cold.

(End of this chapter)