"Their illness was not cured because the blood stained on their steamed buns was wrong. Only by eating steamed buns that were stained with blood on the execution ground by someone who was closest relatives, would it be cured and would be cured..."

A gust of wind blew and blew the window with a clang, and the man's voice penetrated into Azhao's ears like a snake...

Only by eating steamed buns that are sprinkled with blood on the execution ground by someone close relatives will it be good, will it be good, will it be good...it will be good...

Azhao kept repeating the last sentence of the man in black, saying, "The closest relatives, the closest relatives...

But the master's close relatives are dead... only... only...

Azhaoku sat on the ground and looked out the window with his eyes empty. The fragrance of lotus flowers floated in the air and drifted into the house along the wind.

Azhao still remembers that when he first met Qin Wushuang, he was just a seven or eight-year-old child.

Since childhood, she was raised by beggars on the street without a father or mother. She became a little beggar. She stole a bun because she was so hungry. She was beaten to death and left her to lie on the side of the road for two days and two nights. Maybe she shouldn't have been seriously injured, but she could still last for so long...

Until he vaguely smelled the faint fragrance of lotus flowers and opened his eyes to see Qin Wushuang, he thought he had met a fairy.

He was taken back, accepted as an apprentice by her, and carefully educated him to raise him...

But later the fragrance of flowers on her body was gradually replaced by the increasingly heavier and heavier medicinal smell...

Azhao suddenly stood up and ran out of the room. Zhuge Canglan immediately followed

He came to Qin Wushuang's room door, gently pushed the door open and walked in, kneeling beside her bed.

Azhao bit his lip, his eyes were filled with tears, and he whispered: "Master, Azhao's life should be yours!"

Zhuge Canglan had a bad premonition, and she felt something was wrong with Azhao.

She couldn't tell what was wrong.

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Qin Wushuang slept for two days before she woke up. It was already another evening when she woke up...

She saw Zhuge Canglan sitting on her rocking chair and asked, "Where is Azhao?"

Zhuge Canglan replied, "I've gone out, but haven't come back yet..." Azhao has been out for almost one day and has never come back, which makes Zhuge Canglan a little curious. According to his care so much about Qin Wushuang, shouldn't she go out for so long to make up for it when she was unconscious?

In the middle, Zhuge Canglan went out to search for a while, but he couldn't find it...

A faint disappointment flashed across Qin Wushuang's face, which was blue in white, and she murmured: "I'm out..." She soon chuckled again: "Yes, he, as a child, has arrived in a new place... she will inevitably feel that Xinqi wants to go out and play, and she can't always guard me, the dying person..."

Zhuge Canglan wanted to kick Azhao and said, "He doesn't..."

As soon as he said two words, Azhao's loud voice came from outside: "Master, I'm back, Master..."

The door was pushed open from outside, and Azhao walked in and was carrying a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old behind him. She looked pretty and stood behind Azhao...

After seeing the girl, the smile on Qin Wushuang's face faded slightly: "Azhao is..."

Azhao hurriedly said, "Master, this is the girl I have found for you to serve you. I am a man, and I will inevitably be careless in some places, so I specially found it for you."

Zhuge Canglan frowned. This kid was lying...

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Chapter completed!