Chapter 1341 Master's Little Demon Girl (90)

Fortunately, she didn't understand his childish thoughts, lest she would look down on him again.

Xue Wuhen took the sword and walked towards her.

Suddenly he staggered, his eyes darkened, and a pain with the smell of blood attacked his body.

He couldn't hold it anymore, he suddenly drew his sword and plunged into the ground, knelt down on one knee, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Blood stained the petals.

He had trouble breathing and couldn't get up.

And Bai Weiwei had already got off the swing, she called him strangely, "Xue Wuhen?"

Xue Wuhen's eyelashes trembled, and she looked at her out of focus, her beautiful eyes turned out to be blank.

He was holding on to the last bit of sobriety, wanting to see if she was still there.

Or escape.

She always liked it, ran away, and turned back to tease him.

Then run away again.

He thought he was scumbag enough and fickle enough.

In the end, when I met her, I knew what moodiness was. If you say you love it, you will love it, if you say you don't love it, you will not love it.

After saying no love, he came to save him again.

It was the first time he was so embarrassed, even neurotic and suspicious, by a woman.

She approached him, hesitantly called out, "Master?"

Xue Wuhen suddenly reached out and clasped her hand, trying to tap her acupuncture point so that she could not move.

But a thought made him hesitate.

If he died like this, would it be better to let her go?

Don't let her see how she's dead.

At this hesitation, she had already scrambled away from his hand.

Xue Wuhen's fingers were weak, and she was thrown away.

His dilated pupils shrunk a bit, his expression grim.

She is running away.

Xue Wuhen coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood and wanted to stand up, but fell directly to the ground.

The sword in his hand fell too.

He lay on the ground, blood spitting out desperately.

The backlash was so powerful that his muscles couldn't hold up such a terrifying attack.

His silver hair was spilled and stained with blood, Xue Wuhen raised his eyes.

Seeing that Bai Weiwei had turned and ran away, she dragged the quilt and ran forward with her delicate feet bare.

The sound of the bell gradually faded away.

Xue Wuhen's eyes began to be eroded by darkness, but his hand was still hopelessly stretched forward.

want to catch her.

Don't let her run away.

Xue Wuhen's eyes lost their light, his eyelids couldn't hold back, and he finally sighed.

The fingers finally fell to the ground in despair and helplessness.

He couldn't keep her.

Xue Wuhen never thought that before she died, she would be so unwilling, unwilling to let her go.

In the future, he will not exist in her life.

Just when he gave up and completely sank into darkness.

His fingers were suddenly held by someone, feeling a little hot and humid.

It seemed that her palms were all sweaty.

Xue Wuhen's half-drooping pupils trembled, and he saw Bai Weiwei's anxious expression in a trance.

Her face was red and she seemed to be in a hurry.

So there is sweat on the forehead.

His weak fingers bent, trying to grab hers.

This was his last consciousness, and then he passed out completely.

It was a long sleep, and he thought he couldn't wake up.

The tip of his nose smelled of blood.

Xue Wuhen frowned, his eyelids moved, and he finally opened his eyes.

Then he saw himself lying on the bed, the white gauze tied up, and he heard the sound of something entwining.

He turned to look, but saw a thin back, sitting on a chair, the long bandages on the table were unraveling, and she was wrapping the bandages around her wrists.

The sun shines in, and her shadow is beautiful and illusory.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air.

At first Xue Wuhen thought it was the blood he vomited, but suddenly he felt something was wrong.

The pain that had always existed in the chest was gone.

His originally broken meridians were no problem.

Xue Wuhen raised his hand and glanced strangely at the palm lines on his palm.

It was found that everything was fine, his skills were all there, and his body showed no signs of collapse.

wrong--

Xue Wuhen woke up suddenly, and he jumped up from the bed.

Startled, Bai Weiwei hurriedly hid her hand in her cuff, got up and ran out without thinking much.

Xue Wuhen was extremely fast, and before her hand touched the door, she had already appeared in front of the door.

She slammed straight into his arms.

Xue Wuhen took a breath, the smell of blood on her body was too strong.

He glanced at the table, which was filled with medicine bottles and blood-stained gauze.

Xue Wuhen's eyelids trembled, his eyes were sharp and cold, with anger.

"What did you use to save me?"

His voice was sullen and trembling.

Bai Weiwei raised her head, her face was extremely pale, she raised her brows and smiled disdainfully.

"Who saved you, it's best if you die."

Xue Wuhen's chest was crushed by something, shattering in pain.

He took her hand, not allowing her to refuse to lift it, and the sleeve fell to her elbow.

On her wrist, there was a blood-stained bandage, and the blood was seeping out uncontrollably.

Xue Wuhen exerted her inner strength, the bandage shattered, and a bone-deep wound appeared on her wrist.

There are more than one wounds, one by one, almost into the bone, and the meridians are broken.

Her hand was completely useless.

Xue Wuhen stared blankly at her hand, he tried his best to reshape her muscles and bones.

But she... ruined herself.