Chapter 546 Accident (One More)

"I've said it many times, I'm not a saint, and my blood can't cure the plague, you go back." Shen Yijia said.

As if he hadn't heard of it, Masan just kept kowtowing and kept repeating the sentence - save her.

Shen Yijia didn't feel good when she saw it.

Her spiritual liquid may be able to save people, but it will take seven days for the spiritual liquid to condense.

Just like the beauty Xianggong said, if you can't save everyone, you can't save them.

It’s not that they can’t be saved, it’s that they can’t be saved.

"It's no use begging me. If you have time, it's better to go back and spend more time with her." Shen Yijia said and was about to close the door.

Seeing that Ma San was soaked by the rain, she pursed her lips, stepped over the threshold, squatted down and placed the umbrella beside him.

Masan paused.

Shen Yijia didn't care and sighed, "Go back."

She stood up and turned to walk back.

"Mrs. Song."

Ma San suddenly stopped her.

Shen Yijia turned her head back, only to feel the dark red liquid splashed at her in front of her eyes.

Shen Yijia's pupils suddenly tightened.

"Jia Jia."

An eager voice sounded behind her.

Everything really happened so fast that Shen Yijia didn't even have time to react.

In just a breath, she was taken into her arms...

With one rotation, the person who came to use his own body blocked all the dazzling red.

The air was filled with a thick and foul smell of blood, and the blood flowed down the opponent's hair, down to the neck, and then down the neck and into the front of the shirt.

One drop, two drops...

More and more, Shen Yijia couldn't tell whether it was blood or rain.

She was all too familiar with this smell.

In the quarantine area, this smell is almost everywhere.

"Brother Song!" Xuanyuan Ziming, who had just turned into the alley, saw this scene and was stunned in shock.

Shen Yijia was brought back to her senses by his voice, shaking her hands to help Song Jingchen wipe off the blood that had covered her neck.

Before he could touch it, his hand was grabbed by the opponent.

"Don't touch." Song Jingchen said softly.

Shen Yijia's eyelashes trembled slightly, she raised her head to look at him, opened her mouth, only to feel a dry throat in her throat.

Her voice was trembling, with a tone of panic that she had never felt before.

Song Jingchen imagined rubbing her head as usual, then retracted his hand after thinking of something, smiled and reassured: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Shen Yijia shook her head in a panic: "It's okay? How could it be okay?"

These blood are clearly pus and blood shed from the plague patients.

So much... if, if...

Endless fear spread from the bottom of Shen Yijia's heart, and instantly swept her whole body.

Ma San never thought that Song Jingchen would suddenly appear to block the blood, staggered back, fell to the ground with weak legs, and muttered: "I, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to prove that you are immune to the plague, Your blood can cure the plague, I never thought of harming others."

It's not that he never thought of stealing Shen Yijia's blood, but he knew that he had no chance at all. He thought of what Bai Zhi said, as long as it was proved that Mrs. Song would not get the plague...

Shen Yijia closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were scarlet. She withdrew from Song Jingchen's arms, rushed in front of Masan, grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"you wanna die!"

"I...you, you are a saint...you, you use blood...save...save him...ah..."

Due to the lack of breathing, Ma San's whole face was flushed red, and blue veins burst out on his forehead.

"I said I'm not!" Shen Yijia shouted with red eyes, and tightened her hands fiercely.

Suddenly, a big hand was placed on the back of her hand: "Jiajia, let him go first."

"Xiang Gong?" Shen Yijia couldn't understand.

Don't let her kill Xuanyuan Ye, why can't even kill this person?