Chapter 3461 What Should I Do if the Disciple Always Wants to Deceive the Teacher (48)

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Those teenagers ran away in shock, and the bruised little beggar struggled to open his eyes in a daze of consciousness, and saw a handsome young man in white, standing in the halo, clean and upright.

So lovely.

Is he a fairy?

The little beggar thought foolishly.

The young master in white clothes like snow sighed softly, stretched out his hand to her who was in the quagmire with compassion and tenderness,

"Would you like to come with me?"

The little beggar was stunned by the oncoming surprise for a moment, he couldn't even say the word "willing", he just clumsily stretched out his hand to the young master, but he saw his dirty hands He stopped in mid-air with inferiority and timidity, with a faint hint of shrinking back, fearing that the young master's white hands would be dirty.

But the young master just smiled slightly, and took the initiative to hold her hand.

"I'm Lin Xuzhi." He asked softly, "What's your name?"

"...I, I don't have a name." The little beggar blushed, bit his lips, and stammered, "But, but they all call me Xiaojiu."

The young master thought about it thoughtfully, and said gently, "From now on, your surname is mine. My surname is Lin, and my name is Jiu'er. For a long time, for a long time."

He led her for a walk in the sun.

At that time, Lin Jiu'er thought that she had found salvation, and eight years of suffering was exchanged for the mercy of the gods.

It was only later that she realized that it was not pity, and the young master was not the little beggar's god.

Lin Xuzhi was just the last straw that broke Lin Jiuer's push in the abyss.

Facing the direction of the light, the sunlight was so strong that it was almost impossible to open your eyes.

The world shatters silently.

When Ranbai wakes up again, she finds that she can control this body again.

She moved her fingers, glanced around casually, and recognized at a glance that it was the wedding room of the original wedding, but it seemed that a long time had passed, and the decorations in the room had been replaced with simple and plain colors. The word "囍" pasted in the center has long been torn off and disappeared, and the whole room presents a kind of quaint cleanliness.

At this moment, several maids opened the door and came down.

One of the people dyed white looked familiar, the one I had seen before.

It's just that there is something weirdly wrong with the things on the tray they are holding.

An empty blue and white porcelain bowl, a dagger, and a roll of gauze were placed on the tray.

Judging by their appearance, they are obviously used to it, and this is not the first time this has happened.

Dyebai can roughly guess what to do.

"lady.

"The leading maid smiled. From her attitude, she couldn't tell she was respectful on that day. Even when she smiled, there was a kind of cold paleness.

"It's time for the month." She said softly, "Please forgive me."

Ranbai looked at her expressionlessly.

The words heard in the study before and the scene now blend together perfectly.

Presumably, the original body's blood has a certain effect on this son of the Lin family, and is good for his body.

This may also be the biggest reason why Yuanshen stayed in Lin's residence and even became the young lady.

According to this timeline, the owner of the tomb must be cooperative.

But this kind of blood taking is not necessarily true for Ranbai. She is sick to have blood taken.

She paused for a moment, and then thought of the purpose of her family Xianjun.

If you don't follow the plot, you don't know what unexpected mistakes will happen.

Fine.

She is really sick.

The girl in red leaned lazily on the back of the chair, stretched out her hand at will, without even blinking: "Hurry up."

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The maid kept smiling, picked up the sharp dagger on the tray, and took a step forward to cut off the white and thin wrist exposed by the girl. The blade slashed through the veins on the wrist, and the bright red blood soon oozed out. On the originally cold and white complexion, it looked a little shocking.

Another maid was holding a porcelain bowl to catch the blood, and it seemed that she was about to catch the whole bowl.

From what the maid said, blood should be drawn at least once a month.

There was a momentary sharp pain from the wrist being cut by the sharp blade, and even a dull pain in the heart, which should be the emotion of the tomb owner himself.

The young girl's face was faintly pale due to excessive blood loss. She propped her chin with one hand, her eyes were drooping, and she seemed a little lazy and didn't care much.

"Fuck?!" Feng Luo was in shock, with a strange tone: "Host, what kind of operation are you doing?"

Dyeing white is not in a hurry: "Occasional bleeding is good for physical and mental health."

"..." Feng Luo: "Okay, okay."

It's reasonable to say what you say about the host.

Dark red blood flowed into the bowl, slowly filling it up.

Yuan's heart and mouth throbbed more and more, like some kind of resistance brought by the remaining consciousness.

"What are you doing?"

The door that was originally closed was suddenly pushed open, and the cold voice fell without warmth.

The maid's movement of holding the dagger obviously stopped, she turned to look at the figure at the door, her expression changed, and she hurriedly saluted, "Master."

The young master is dressed in snow and has ink hair. He is as weak as jade and has a temperament like ice and snow. He is always dignified and dignified.

But by looking at his temperament, Dianbai knew who was coming.

Not Lin Xuzhi.

It is her master.

Ran Bai remained motionless, subconsciously lowered her hands, her sleeves half covering her wrists.

But Yu Chen had obviously seen the picture in the room, he was holding one hand behind his back, his finger bones were stretched white, those deep eyes were extremely cold, they were condensed on Ranbai's body.

"My lord." The maid's name is Ling'er, and she is looking at the young man cautiously at this moment: "This servant will finish taking the blood soon, so my lord should stop admiring you and offend you."

"Get out." Xianjun spit out a word heavily, his voice was as cold as the ice and snow in winter.

The maid froze.

Dye Bai was also a little surprised.

Xianjun's etiquette has always been well-cultivated, always meticulous and elegant, and never said anything serious.

To actually say such a word now, it really is...

Surprising.

The maid seemed to be frightened and at a loss, "My lord..."

Such a scene is almost a default thing in their palace, everyone knows it well, even the young master has always been acquiescing.

But this time...

It's just that the young master usually looks gentle and amiable, but this time his demeanor is really cold and frightening, with a sense of oppression. The coercion from the pavement overwhelms that exquisite and beautiful face, which makes people subconsciously feel intimidated.

The maid didn't know what was going on, and she didn't expect the young master to be so cold when he was angry.

She slowly put down the dagger, not knowing why, and she didn't dare to act rashly, so she could only retreat first. The moment the door was closed, a haze flashed in her eyes, but it disappeared quickly.

After the maids left, only the two of them were left in the room, and the atmosphere froze for some reason.

Ran Bai called out: "Master?"

The young fairy walked towards her step by step, and his slender figure stopped in front of the girl, casting a shadow.