The door was pushed open violently, Duan Yichen's sinister face was covered with worry, and he was eagerly looking for her figure.
As he rushed forward, he felt like he had a premonition of something, and his heart was beating fast all the time.
Mo Ying...
He quickly rushed into the house. The smell of blood filled the room. When he saw Duan Yunyan's lower body stained red with blood, Duan Yichen was shocked, "Second brother..."
He rushed over, "Second brother, what happened? You..."
Duan Yunyan opened his eyes faintly and smiled weakly at him, "Sixth brother, don't blame her... Promise second brother, don't blame her..."
Duan Yichen's face froze, "Is it... is it Mo Ying?"
"I don't hate it, and I don't blame it either..." Duan Yunyan kept repeating this sentence, his eyes gradually becoming stiff.
"Second brother!" Duan Yichen reacted instantly and turned to Zhang Yu who was guarding outside and shouted, "Doctor! Call doctor quickly!"
******
The tall horse with shiny coat and snow-white body passed by like lightning.
Duan Zifei held the reins in one hand and hugged the person in his arms with the other. His expression was extremely calm, but his brows were slightly frowned. He didn't slow down until he left the city. Aoxue, like a human being, tried to walk as smoothly as possible, letting the horse immediately
People will suffer less bumps.
Xiaoxiao leaned weakly in his arms, her cheeks on both sides were swollen and faintly bloodshot. The sound of gurgling water gradually came to her ears, becoming clearer and clearer, and her closed eyes slowly opened.
"Stop, I want to take a shower." Her voice was so weak that it made people feel distressed.
Duan Zifei lowered his eyes and reined in the reins, and Aoxue immediately stopped.
The spring water was so cold that it was biting. Xiaoxiao soaked his whole body in the water and wiped every inch of his skin vigorously. Wherever he touched, he wanted to wipe off a layer of skin. A mist appeared in his eyes, which became more and more concentrated.
More and more, I don't know whether it is water or tears, covering the whole face.
Her skin was reddened by her rubbing, and she had no intention of stopping. What happened in the past two days was constantly magnified in front of her eyes. The obscene and disgusting scenes lingered for a long time...
Beside the spring, Aoxue lowered her head and ate green grass leisurely. Occasionally, she would raise her head and look down. After seeing her master who had been standing far away, she continued eating with peace of mind.
Duan Zifei half-closed her eyes, wondering what she was thinking about, or maybe thinking about nothing at all. Listening to the sound of the water and the choking sound she was trying to suppress, her brows furrowed slightly. Recently, he seemed to
I have become accustomed to this small movement.
"Pavilion Master,"
Two people suddenly appeared in front of him, one of them had a beautiful face and a folding fan in his hand, and always had a friendly and polite smile on his lips. The other one was tall, with darker skin, bright eyes and a solemn expression. The two of them saluted Duan Zifei respectfully.
Looking back, he glanced at them and said, "Things."
The handsome Wuhen smiled and handed over the package in his hand, "The clothes are from the No. 1 embroidery shop in Jiangnan. They guarantee exquisite embroidery work and exquisite materials. They are comfortable and soft to wear. They will definitely highlight the noble and generous temperament of the lady."
Trauma medicine is our Jun Wuge's "Hong Ling". I won't tell you, but the master of the pavilion should also know that Hong Ling has excellent healing and scar removal effects on skin trauma, whether it is a knife wound, a sword wound, or other injuries.
All wounds, big and small, can be healed once and for all by just applying it for three days."
Hearing his rambling introduction, the nameless black-faced man next to him twitched his brows.
Duan Zifei took it, turned around and walked towards the spring, "Disappear."
Clean and neat.
"yes,"
The two of them clasped their fists, jumped onto the branch next to them, and immediately performed Qing Kung Fu.
Wuhen stepped lightly with his graceful toes, turning around from time to time to ask Wuming, "What is the relationship between the Pavilion Master and her? I have never seen the Pavilion Master fall in love with anyone, and she is the first one."
Wuming's face tightened, and Quan pretended not to hear, "..."
"Speaking of which, if the master of the pavilion is really moved by Fan Xin, it would be a good thing. He has not been popular all day long, and those of us who are subordinates are worried."
"..."
Wuhen suddenly said excitedly, "If the two of them get married again, the pavilion master will be considered consummated. In a year or two, there will be a little pavilion master. By then, Jun Wu Pavilion will be so lively.
"
"..."
"Wu Ming, did you hear what I said?"
"..."
"Hey, can you please don't put on such a thunderous face every time I talk? I'll be sad!"
"..."
"Okay, let's talk about something else."
“#&…%￥”
Duan Zifei walked to the spring, put the package aside, and looked at Xiaoxiao as if she had a grudge against him, cruelly abusing her body. Her fair skin had already become red and purple, but she still kept washing while crying.
Holding, rubbing.
Facing her exposed jade back, there was no trace of enthusiasm in her eyes, but the thin crack that suddenly appeared at the bottom of her eyes was spreading quietly.
"Damn it, I don't want to leave that perverted smell... Why can't I wash it off... Why can't I wash it off..." She had never disliked herself so much. She only felt that this body was already extremely dirty, which made people uncomfortable.
Gagging.
Suddenly, there was the sound of water behind her, and Xiaoxiao was startled. Before she could turn around, she was trapped in a somewhat thin embrace.
She was stunned, her movements froze, her back pressed against his chest, her eyes wide with tears.
Duan Zifei hugged her gently and slowly stroked her cold skin with his slender hands without any trace of lust. Feeling her trembling and fear, he lowered his eyes and said, "You just need to remember the smell now."
Xiaoxiao's whole body was trembling, and the hands on her body moved quietly inch by inch, like his unique aura of detachment, which was strange and could soothe all her emotions...
She lowered her head, tears rolling down her face.
Suddenly, she turned around, threw herself into Duan Zifei's arms, buried her face in his chest, grabbed his clothes tightly with both hands, and cried so hard that she couldn't help herself.
The handsome man frowned again, pursed his red lips, paused, and then hugged her cold body.
Xiaoxiao wanted to cry out the pain accumulated in her chest, so she grabbed his hand, her knuckles turning white and blue.
Why send her to another man?
In his heart, what is she?
Will he feel heartbroken knowing the humiliation and torture she suffered?
can you?
Duan Yichen...
I hate you.
*****
In the private courtyard, the atmosphere was unprecedentedly oppressive, making people breathless.
Duan Yichen stood outside the door with his hands folded. His evilly beautiful face was now covered in layers of gloomy and vicious aura, and his long eyes were glaring with coldness, bursting with a cruel and bloodthirsty luster.
He heard the sound of tired footsteps behind him. His eyes flashed, and he turned his head with a gloomy expression, "How is it?"
The doctor shook his head helplessly, "I'm afraid... I can't save it."
He slowly turned around, his eyes suddenly dark, with a hint of determination to kill...