He forcefully pulled her back from her unconsciousness. Although her eyes were still closed, her ears could hear clearly, but she was a little confused from the fever and couldn't wake up.

But her consciousness was clear. She was really helpless. Her Ya was simply stupid. She thought she was dead and didn't know how to check her properly. She was so stupid that she cried.

But even though she said that, Fan Ruoyu still felt sweet in her heart. Originally, she didn't wake up so quickly, because she felt the raging rage in Ya's body, which made her a little frightened. She had to force herself to wake up,

Fan Ruoyu's dark eyes were slightly sunken, and she only understood at this moment when she curled her lips.

He and her are redemption; she and him are also redemption.

They are destined to be entangled in this lifetime or in all lifetimes, and it is impossible to untie the intricate knots.[

Watching Ya restrain her body-protecting force and fight hand-to-hand with the four of them. It was no longer a collision of force, but the friction between bodies. She curled her lips and smiled, her anger reaching the edge, but she was able to calm it down with just one word.

.

But after all, he didn't want to hurt them, otherwise why would he keep his hands open and try to avoid the critical blows. But it can also be seen that Ya was angry, and he struck quickly and accurately. The four of them were already injured, and Long Yue was even more ruthless.

He was beaten so hard that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

Because he understood and knew what they cared about most, Yu Ya took advantage of this and beat up Long Yue's evil face so much that he couldn't even recognize his mother when he appeared. Long Yue, whom Long Teng cared about most, was often called upon.

Fan Ruoyu watched and forced his consciousness to put the Huiyuan Pill into his mouth, letting his strength surge. The white light that protected his body suddenly appeared. With a thought, the pot of burning knives originally intended for Ya Nuanwei appeared in front of him.

in hand.

"Xiao Bai," he called softly, and a white light flashed and landed beside Fan Ruoyu, also on Long Ma's back.

Shaking the petals, "Master!"

"Take this, climb up on my back, and pour it onto my wound!" He said and handed the wine bottle to Xiaobai's branches and leaves that could be used as hands.

"What is this?" Xiaobai opened it curiously and smelled it, "What a strong wine!" The twisted flower branch stood on Fan Ruoyu's back, and his pearl-sized eyes stared at the boss, "Hiss. It's so long.

Wound!"

Fan Ruoyu frowned slightly, "Hurry up and pour the wine on the wound!" There was no doubt in his tone. If the wound was not disinfected, anti-inflammatory and bandaged, she would really die soon.

Although Xiao Bai was confused, he understood that Fan Ruoyu never did anything useless, and quickly and carefully cleaned the wound according to her instructions. During this period, Fan Ruoyu bit his lip tightly and said nothing.

But the sweat on her forehead showed how much pain she was enduring.

His eyes were fixed on Ya's figure for a moment, and he suddenly realized that the white clothes with a blood rose as red as blood could be so beautiful and thrilling.

They had turned from hand-to-hand fights to armed fights. Long Teng, Long Yue and others were a little timid at first, but after a lot of hand-to-hand fights, they realized that Ya was no longer the baby they picked up back then, he had grown up.
Chapter completed!