Sui gently placed Wu Zhou on the ground, his figure floated, and flew into Qianye's sleeves, "Sir, be careful."
"Rest peacefully." After Qianye said that, he already felt that the situation was a bit tricky. Although Wuji was not injured, thanks to the protection of Xiao, there was not even a scratch on his body.
He squatted down next to Wu Zhou and said with a solemn expression, "Are they coming for you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the ghost Fu Yin behind him yell again: "Huang...Huang Taixian?!"
Does he know Wu Zhou? A thought just flashed through Qianye's mind, and suddenly she felt dumbfounded. She pointed to the pair of furry ears on Wu Zhou's head and explained: "He is not a weasel, he is a fox."
Wu Zhou also glared at Guifu Yin with extreme disgust and asked lightly: "Why save me?"
Qianye was stunned and blinked. He always felt that saving Wu Zhou was a matter of course, but he felt extremely uncomfortable when he was asked like this, "Why do you ask?"
Wu Zhou narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Before, it was easy for you to save me, but now you have to go through a lot of troubles, run out of money, and end up being hunted down. What are you trying to do?"
"Easy effort?!" Qianye cried out, grabbing Wu Zhou's collar and carrying him in front of him, "I picked you up from the dilapidated thatched house and used my blood to suppress the bone-gnawing curse for you.
Healing your injuries and providing you with food and drink is just a simple task in your opinion?!"
"Let go!" Wu Zhou struggled a little. After living for thousands of years, no one dared to grab his collar. He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Qianye's neck, and pushed her to the ground, who had not regained consciousness.
With a fierce look on his face, he gritted his teeth and said: "Since it's not easy, if you speak out, I will help you now..."
"Save it!" Qianye flew up and kicked Wu Zhou directly in the abdomen.
With a thud, Wu Zhou was kicked so hard that he staggered backwards, hit the wall, curled up on the ground, holding his lower abdomen, and coughed out a mouthful of blood with difficulty.
Qianye's hands trembled with hatred, and she grabbed Wu Zhou's collar again, with a cold light in her eyes, and said word by word: "Wu Zhou, I know you have never known good from evil. Monsters are suspicious by nature, and people with many desires are full of tricks.
, it is understandable for you to doubt me.
But, what about death? In order to save you, he was hit by arrows again and again. Yes, he will not die, but will it not hurt if he does not die?! He has lost all his strength to save you now, and is covered with the filth on your body.
He's so angry that he can't even rest at peace, why don't you ask him what his plan is to save you?!"
Wu Zhou raised his head weakly, his tall eyes slowly lowered, "He is your ghost."
"But he is not a slave who sacrifices his life for me!" Qianye threw Wu Zhou to the ground hard, took a deep breath, and squatted down again, "What do you want?"
Wu Zhou wiped the blood from his lips with his sleeve, but turned his head to one side, "I don't want to be your companion on the road to hell."
Qianye pursed her lips and slightly raised the corners of her lips. Perhaps she was wrongly blaming Wu Zhou?
She stretched out her hand to help him up and saw a mass of blood slowly smearing on his lower abdomen. It seemed that she had acted harshly. After all, Wu Zhou's wound had not healed for a long time and she knew how deep it was.
"If you really want to know the reason, I might as well tell you. I am entrusted by others and the most loyal soul of a good family. You must have heard of it."
Wu Zhou's eyes opened slightly and asked: "Then where is she?"
"...Dead." Qianye's face was not pretty, "She was born for you, and the value of her existence in this world is to help you survive..." She stopped mid-sentence and looked at him steadily.