Chapter 432 Attachment

Song Yan walked to the side of the hospital bed, stretched out his hand to caress the wound on Song Xue's face, and said with pity: "Girl, it's not good to be a brother, you have suffered so much, but don't worry, those who hurt you No one can escape!"

As soon as the voice fell, he activated the divine light of life.

With a flash of brilliance, the divine light sank into Song Xue's body, quickly repairing her internal and external injuries, but in just a few seconds, the two cross scars on Song Xue's face disappeared, and the dark wounds in her body also healed.

It's just strange that although the injury was healed, Song Xue did not wake up.

"Xiaoxue." Song Yan whispered in her ear.

After shouting dozens of times over and over again, Song Xue finally had a reaction, and her eyelids trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Song Yan couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Xiaoxue, I'm brother, open your eyes and take a look."

Song Xue's eyelids trembled more and more, and finally, she opened it completely, but her eyes were slightly confused.

"Xiao Xue, you are finally willing to open your eyes, you really scared me to death!" Seeing this, Song Yan couldn't help holding Song Xue's small hands and said emotionally.

"Brother, is that you?"

"Silly girl, of course it's me, it's me who came late and made you suffer!" Song Yan couldn't help showing a look of guilt on his face.

"Woo, brother, you are finally here!"

Song Xue sat up from the bed excitedly, then threw herself into Song Yan's arms and cried bitterly.

"Okay, Xiaoxue, don't cry, my brother is here, everything will be fine!" Song Yan patted Song Xue's back lightly, and there was an indescribable tenderness in her tone, which fell on Song Xue's back. It was so warm in my ears.

Suddenly, she thought of something, and her pretty face instantly turned pale.

She pushed Song Yan away abruptly, then pulled up the quilt and covered her head.

"Xiaoxue, what are you doing?" Song Yan asked in confusion, but he immediately understood that this girl must be afraid to see anyone because of the scar on her face.

Song Xue's sad voice came from the quilt: "Brother, Xiaoxue has turned into an ugly monster. You can't be seen. Let's go."

"Silly girl, how ugly are you, you are obviously very beautiful." Song Yan said amusingly.

"My face was cut, woohoo, I'm already disfigured, my brother will never like me again!" As she spoke, Song Xue cried again, at this moment she was as fragile as a little boy girl.

Hearing Song Xue's cry, Song Yan hurriedly said: "Girl, put the quilt away quickly, no matter whether you are disfigured or not, my brother still likes you."

"Liar, how could my brother like ugly girls." Song Xue's tone softened.

"Xiaoxue, the scar on your face is actually healed, so, you are not ugly at all now, you are still as beautiful as before!"

"I don't believe it!" Song Xue shook her head.

Although Song Xue didn't believe it, she subconsciously touched her cheeks with both hands. When her fingers touched her, her skin was smooth and smooth, with no scars at all. For a moment, Song Xue was stunned. Is it really good?

Suddenly, Song Yan tore the quilt away, and with a mirror in his hand, put it in front of Song Xue: "Well, if you don't believe me, look in the mirror!"

"I won't take a picture, I won't take a picture! Take it away!" Song Xue waved her hands in a panic, and finally covered her eyes.

Seeing this, Song Yan couldn't help laughing and crying, and said softly: "Xiaoxue, don't you even believe your brother, just open your eyes and see if your injury is healed, be good, listen to your brother and let go of your hand. !"

After hesitating for a while, Song Xue still took away the palms that covered her eyes. When she saw the face in the mirror, she couldn't help being overjoyed. She clearly remembered that her face was cut by Mo Qiulin with a knife, how could there be any scars Can't see it?

"Isn't she beautiful? I didn't lie to you!" Song Yan said with a smile.

Song Xue stared at him with a bewildered face: "Brother, what the hell is going on? Why is my face, I clearly remember...!"

"Of course it was my brother who helped you heal." Song Yan showed a bit of pride.

"Brother is here to lie again." Song Xue couldn't help pouting, looking particularly cute.

"If you don't believe me, then my brother will prove it to you." While speaking, Song Yan took out a dagger and swiped at his arm. Immediately, blood gushed out and a wound several centimeters long appeared.

Song Xue couldn't help but panic when she saw it, and couldn't help crying: "Brother, how can you hurt yourself, Xiaoxue believes you are."

"Silly girl, don't close your eyes, see clearly!" Song Yan smiled disapprovingly, and then activated the divine light of life. Suddenly, the bleeding from the still bleeding wound stopped bleeding. Then, it started at a speed visible to the naked eye. heal.

He was good at wiping off the blood on the surface of the wound, and the back of Song Yan's scratched hand became as clean as ever.

"See." Song Yan stretched out his hand in front of Song Xue and said.

A wound healed in just a few seconds, which made Song Xue a little dazed, and stared at Song Yan blankly: "Brother, what's going on? Is this a spell?"

Song Yan nodded: "Well, you can think so."

Hearing Song Yan's admission, Song Xue felt that her little head was not enough: "Is my brother a god?"

"Haha!" Song Yan couldn't help laughing: "Of course my brother is not an immortal, at best he is a cultivator."

Next, Song Yan explained to Song Xue what an immortal cultivator was, and showed her fire spells. The reason why he showed this to Song Xue was not to show off, but to teach Song Xue to practice.

Because he didn't want Song Xue to have no self-protection power when something like this happened again.

"Cuckoo."

Suddenly, a strange sound came, Song Yan subconsciously looked at Song Xue's stomach, and Song Xue's face immediately turned red.

"Are you hungry?" Song Yan asked.

"Yeah!" Song Xue nodded shyly.

"Let's go, anyway, your illness is cured, let's leave here."

"I listen to my brother!"

There is nothing else in the ward, so there is no need to tidy up. However, as soon as she got out of the hospital bed, Song Xue couldn't help showing a hint of embarrassment: "Brother, can you help me find some clothes?"

Looking at the hospital clothes on Song Xue's body, Song Yan patted his head, secretly blaming himself for being careless, so he said, "Wait, I'll go buy you some clothes and come back!"

"Brother, don't!" Seeing that Song Yan was about to leave, Song Xue couldn't help showing panic and grabbed his arm violently.

"What's the matter?" Song Yan looked back at her and asked.

"Brother don't leave me, okay? I'm afraid."

Seeing the softness on Song Xue's face, Song Yan couldn't help but embrace her with pity, and said softly, "Don't worry, my brother won't leave you, let's go, let's go shopping for clothes when we leave the hospital."

After comforting Song Xue, Song Yan let her walk out of the ward holding his arm.

Just after leaving the ward, there were two big men standing outside the ward. Seeing Song Yan and Song Xue, the two big men looked a little dazed, and then one of them pointed at Song Yan fiercely and said, "Grass, who are you? When did you run in?"

Hearing this, Song Yan's face suddenly turned cold, and he asked, "Who are you?"