Peerless peasant girl

Chapter 122
After being kicked out by fault tolerance, the two waited at the door decadently, one leaned against the door wall, and the other sat directly on the threshold.Both of them were dressed in white, but they were no longer as expensive, elegant and proud as before.

In the room, fault tolerance was nervously stopping Ti Xiaomo's bleeding, with a very nervous expression, the medicine powder, cotton swabs, and a special thing, like a piece of human skin, stuck to the wound, and Hu Rong's blood It doesn't bleed anymore, but as long as you take the piece away with tolerance, the blood will bleed out.

Could it be that even the Holy Medicine of Xue Rong has no effect?Fault Tolerance was a little flustered, he cursed Jimo Minghao for the [-]th time in his heart, a person who had already been snatched back from the ghost gate, but he didn't know how to go to the ghost gate to report again.

The blood couldn't stop, and he gave up on Ti Xiaomo to stop the bleeding. He opened the door and said to the two dejected people, "Go get a big bucket of cold water, hurry up."

After hearing this, the two of them didn't have a moment's delay, so they quickly ran to the side of the well, and asked someone to bring a bathtub to fetch water by themselves. Just hit a bucket full.

The two carried them to the room without hands, picked up Ti Xiaomo who had just put on clothes, and threw him into the bucket of cold water.

Feng Yin and Jimo Minghao looked at it for a while, and Feng Yin shouted out at that time: "If you throw it into the water like this, she will catch a cold and have a fever. Didn't you say that her fever would be very dangerous?"

Tolerance glanced at the two of them indifferently and said, "If you don't use cold water to stop the bleeding, her blood will dry up and she will die faster."

Feng Yin didn't make a sound.

"Still going out? If you don't go out, then I will go out." Tolerance looked at the two of them coldly.

The two looked at each other, walked out without saying anything.

After Feng Yin went out, she hurried to the outside of the hotel. Two maids were waiting at the door of the hotel, and Feng Yin told them to go over.

After taking the two of them in, he directly told them to enter Ti Xiaomo's room.

Tolerance took a look at them and knew what Feng Yin meant by letting them in, and he didn't drive them out like Feng Yin and Jimo Minghao.

When Ti Xiaomo's bleeding stopped, Tolerance went behind the screen and asked them to wipe Ti Xiaomo's water and change his clothes.

After tidying up, leave a back and let fault tolerance deal with the wound.

After healed the wound and put on his clothes, he found that Ti Xiaomo hadn't had a fever yet after coming out of the water, so he quickly asked someone to fill the room with hot water, and the pots of hot water made the whole room warm.

"Why not use a charcoal basin? Isn't the charcoal basin much more convenient?" The maid asked Tolerance in confusion.

Fault-tolerant complexion slightly improved because Ti Xiaomo's body hadn't deteriorated, so he explained: "There are harmful substances in the charcoal, and her body is too weak to inhale."

"That's it, then let's change the cold hot water." The two maids understood.

Tolerance stayed in Ti Xiaomo's room all the time, keeping an eye on Ti Xiaomo's body temperature. The two servant girls were also seriously injured. Tolerance also prescribed some medicine for them, and they felt much better after drinking it.

This time, Ti Xiaomo slept for seven days before waking up. When he woke up, the wound was almost healed, but he still didn't let those two people enter the house even if he didn't have any scars.

After Ti Xiaomo woke up, he didn't say he wanted to see them, he lay on the bed obediently to recover from his injuries, and when he was bored, he played backgammon with Rong Rong to pass the time. The two of them seemed to have forgotten the people outside who were anxiously waiting for news.

After half a month passed, Ti Xiaomo's injury was healed, and Ti Xiaomo was allowed to go out after making mistakes.

Feng Yin and Jimo Minghao appeared in front of Ti Xiaomo at the first time, Feng Yin was overjoyed, but Jimo Minghao was a little embarrassed, a little uneasy, and even a little afraid to look Ti Xiaomo in the eye.

"I'm leaving! Goodbye!" Ti Xiaomo said goodbye to Jimo Minghao generously.

During the seven days in a coma, Ti Xiaomo had many, many dreams, both good and bad, so Ti Xiaomo thought that they were all people who had died several times and resurrected, so there was nothing he could not let go of.

So I was entangled with Jimo Minghao's matter, and suddenly became enlightened, and I was able to face him calmly.

Ti Xiaomo walked slowly towards the door after saying goodbye, and Jimo Minghao said in a slightly trembling tone from behind: "Did you forgive me?"

Ti Xiaomo chuckled, and continued walking outside the hotel without speaking or turning his head.

Feng Yinhu was behind Ti Xiaomo, helping her into the car, helping her out of the car, sending her back to her room, still unwilling to leave.

"Look at your current appearance, hurry up and wash up, and get a good night's sleep." Ti Xiaomo urged him, she was afraid that if she didn't make a sound, this man would follow her to bed.

"Understood, I'll go out after you lie down." Feng Yin helped Ti Xiaomo to lie down, and then turned and went out.

When Feng Yin had left, Ti Xiaomo called Feng Yin's shadow guard who was by his side.

"Why didn't you show up when I was being hunted down?"

"We have also been besieged by masters. There are too many of them and we have no time to rescue them. It is our useless, please punish me."

"Are there any casualties among you?"

"Twelve brothers died, and only eight survived."

"Let's have a good burial. There are still people in the family who will get more comfort money."

"Yes, the lord has already ordered."

"Well, go down!"

After the shadow guard retreated, Ti Xiaomo felt his heart beating so fast that his body was about to tremble. The martial arts of these shadow guards were all very high, and the people Feng Yin transferred were all masters, and they died unexpectedly Twelve, just to stop these people from saving themselves?

I have long seen in textbooks and TV movies how worthless human life is in ancient times. Frozen to death, starved to death, killed by others, natural disasters and man-made disasters, all kinds of death methods made my original self laugh and turn over Yes, but now that I am on the scene, I know how frightening this feeling is.

(End of this chapter)