At this moment, she swore that she was really not a saint, her only original intention was just to look at the oozing fragments, and she didn't want her to be hurt, but she didn't feel like she was hurt, there was a sharp object piercing into her body everywhere behind her, and her tears were about to come out of the pain "Zuo Zuofeng" was so crazy and violent that she had seen it seven years ago."
You" Zuo Feng came in like a wind, raised his hand to push Fang Nianrou, and clearly saw Huo Zhihao's arm, but did not see the injury on Fang Nianrou's back, "What did you do to your master, a vicious woman" "I" one or two, they are so ignorant "What did I do, if it weren't for me, he, you go to heaven and earth, the omnipotent master, he would have mutilated himself and died" She got up tremblingly, but she wanted to probe his breath, but she didn't know, and gave Zuo Feng a cold look of warning, as if she would take her life if she took another step forward"Foolish," Fang Nianrou sneered.Zuo Feng didn't pay attention to it, stretched out his hand and probed his breath, but it was very faint, "The Venerable is not here, the master this time, I don't know if I can survive the past, you still let him get hurt" Zuo Feng was full of resentment, as if he wanted to kick her through Hearing this, she frowned, her heart sank, he might not survive for long, it belongs to the unique sense of smell of people who practice martial arts, the pungent smell of blood, it is clearly not from the master's arm, and noticed that the woman in front of her was a little pale, "You are injured" "You can't die" Fang Nianrou said angrily, It's just that at this moment, there is really no energy to argue with him, compared with what he has endured, it seems that the injuries on his body are not so painful, he lowered his head, but he couldn't help it, his eyes were red, "I'll pass the doctor for you" Even if this woman doesn't speak very well, but what he should do, he seems to be doing a good job "His illness, can the doctor cure it" Zuo Feng helped him to the bed, and in the house, there was no place to do it, Fang Nianrou squatted directly beside the bed, and asked lightly, such a miserable white face, beautiful and sad, I really saw it once, I will never forget it."
Except for the priest, no one can control your injury" As she approached, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, he licked the blood from the knife for many years, and still smelled a little pungent, this woman who looked weak, how could she bear this, how much better did she look than him "I'm fine" She didn't want to be looked at with a pitiful look at her, now, the wound was still dry, and it was indeed not as painful as it used to be She said lightly."
The priest is gone" "The priest is gone, the physician is gone" It can be seen that Zuo Feng is really anxious.The sleeping man, but still frowning, seemed to be still fighting against the nightmare in her dreams She stretched out her hand, trying to smooth his brows, Zuo Feng did not refuse, except for guarding the master, he didn't even have to do anything, at this moment, he seemed to feel that this woman, than the green girl in the palace, was more suitable for the master From his slightly frowning brows, to his closed eyes, the bridge of his tall nose, and even to his white lips, he had never looked at him so carefully, he was so beautiful seven years ago, don't say it so far, if she hadn't seen him seven years ago, With just one glance, she must have been able to fall in love with him, a wicked man, but she didn't know that when her little hand moved to his lips, his eyebrows spread out, and even subconsciously, looking for something that could make him feel at ease "click" on her hand, and he didn't know when he was scratched by sharp fragments, and his eyebrows, eyes, and lips that were brushed by her light hand were all stained with blood, and at this moment, the blood droplets, shallow and shallow gradually fell into his mouth, he seemed to be hungry, The tongue licked her wound, a little painful, but she didn't say a word, blood, and her blood, seven years ago, she hit by mistake, has not been sure, maybe he himself sobered up, not necessarily, today, her blood, seems to be really effective, then he, but seven years ago, has not healed "I" subconsciously felt that the wound behind the back had dried up, and when I turned around, it was a tearing paintotgttotgt