Li Bai's eyes couldn't help but turn red, he gritted his teeth and said, "No, brother, Yuchen is still so young, he needs you to take care of him."
The white-haired man kept coughing, with a sickly look on his pale face.
The handkerchief in his hand was dyed with a coquettish color, which was particularly eye-catching on the white handkerchief.
"He is terminally ill."
The white-haired man lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the eye-catching figure on the handkerchief.
A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes did not feel despair or fear because he had only a few days left.
Sometimes, if you look past life and death, you will no longer be afraid and accept death calmly.
At the beginning, he was also afraid, but as time went by, these fears were eliminated.
"Brother, don't give up."
Li Bai felt a little sad.
The poison in his eldest brother's body was all because of that man.
When he found that man, he would kill that man with his own hands.
The white handkerchief was carelessly thrown into the bamboo basket by the man.
In the bamboo basket, there were many handkerchiefs stained with blood.
Li Bai stared at his brother's face.
His originally handsome face was covered with purple traces, one by one intricate, like veins under the skin.
In this world, there are not many people who know that the Demon Palace Master has been poisoned.
There are only five people in total, and the white hair is also a gift from those poisons. outside the palace "Why are you pulling me out in such a hurry?"
Yan Xiaomo looked inside the hall, but he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.
Xi Murong glanced at Yan Xiaomo lazily and said, "I'm afraid you might see something you shouldn't see."
Yan Xiaomo retracted her protruding head and asked with a puzzled look, "What shouldn't you look at?"
She was dragged out by Xi Murong after she half understood what was going on inside.
"Although you are the second young master's disciple, you still know very little about the subtleties of the Demon Palace.
Knowing too much is never a good thing for you."
Xi Murong said meaningfully.
Yan Xiaomo nodded with a taught expression and suddenly approached Xi Murong, but the latter subconsciously took two steps back because of Yan Xiaomo's approach, looking a little uncomfortable.
"Are you caring about me?"
Yan Xiaomo asked with a smile, a bright little face full of smiles that made people unable to take their eyes off her for a while.
An expression of disgust appeared on Xi Murong's paralyzed face, "I'm just kindly reminding you."
Yan Xiaomo smiled ambiguously, not believing what Xi Murong said at all.
"But I feel like you care about me."
Xi Murong snorted coldly and turned to leave.
But Yan Xiaomo followed Xi Murong closely.
"Your Demon Palace is quite big, almost as big as the Imperial Palace."
Yan Xiaomo looked around like a child, observing the environment of the Demon Palace with great interest.
After playing so many games, Yan Xiaomo has seen a lot of palace buildings, but this Demon Palace is not yet a palace, but this construction is already comparable to a palace.
Xi Murong did not intend to answer the conversation.
She thought that the woman behind her would not be able to speak, but she did not expect that even if no one talked to her, she could still talk a lot by herself, chirping like a noisy bird.
In fact, Yan Xiaomo was all talkative, but Xi Murong was very aloof.
No matter what she said, she remained silent and seemed not to hear what she said. oshow7: