Chapter 941 What Does This Man Mean?

One day passed like this.

The man in white never went to treat the girl, nor even looked at her.

The moon has risen, as big as a disc, hanging high above the head, the moonlight embraces the earth gently, and everything is soft under the moonlight like water.

The man seemed to be tired after playing chess all day, he raised his hand to put away the chessboard, stood up, turned around and left without looking at the girl in the box.

Ning Xuemo: "..."

What is the meaning of this man in white?

He took him in but let him hang out here for a day, now he simply left him behind and left! Isn't he afraid that this girl will die here?

She turned her head to look at the girl, who was always lying there in the same position, motionless.

Ning Xuemo sighed secretly in her heart. Fortunately, this girl is in a coma. If she keeps awake and maintains such a posture, she will be exhausted to death!

She was about to walk over to see what kind of illness the girl had, but she found that the girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Ning Xuemo: "..." This girl is not pretending, is she? !

Such willpower!

The girl's eyes turned around, and she looked around first. After looking around for a while, she moved her body and slowly stretched her limbs from the box...

She was obviously numb, and there was a look of pain on her beautiful little face.

After a while, she cursed in a low voice, turned over from the box and sat up, looked around again, and muttered in her small mouth, as if she was cursing people for being cold-blooded, not helping people.

This girl is obviously not a person who often swears, and only those few words are repeated over and over again.

She was about to stand up in the box, when she suddenly seemed to see something, her body froze, and she froze there.

Ning Xuemo followed her gaze and saw the man in white sitting on a bamboo chair not far away, looking at her indifferently.

The girl's pretty face flushed slightly, and she sat there at a loss for a while, as if she didn't know whether to continue lying down and pretend to be dizzy, or just stand up.

After a while, the girl jumped up suddenly, and looked up at the man in white: "Did you realize that I was faking it?" A preemptive tone of accusation came out of her mouth. Her voice was like the first oriole singing in the valley, very delicate and clear.

The man in white was noncommittal, apparently too lazy to answer this question.

The girl looked at him: "But I was really injured, bleeding all the time... How dare you watch a beautiful girl like me bleed to death?" She was indeed injured, on her arms and calves , There are even blood stains on the chest and abdomen, stained on the white skirt like blossoming red plums blooming in the snow.

"Are you dead?" The man in white finally spoke, his voice was as cold as the wind, with a touch of coolness.

The girl choked, and pursed her mouth: "That's my fate, wake up in time, otherwise I will really bleed to death..."

The man glanced at her indifferently, as if he was too lazy to talk to her, he turned and left.

"Hey, hey, why don't you ask me why I pretended to be dizzy?" The girl ran after him.

"Not interested." The man replied without even turning around.

"Oh, don't you have any curiosity at all? If you ask me, I may tell you. Don't you want to reveal the details of the Demon Ancestor in my mouth?"

"In no mood!"

"Hey, maybe I really know, I'll tell you if you ask..." The girl followed closely behind him.