Duanmu Xiu thought of Yan Shisan's words. Now all beings from all walks of life want to steal the magic weapon from her. Could he be one of them?
"Young Master, leaving Miss Xiahou here seems to be a bit of a risk, otherwise..."
"I have decided to keep her." Duanmu Xiu interrupted him unhappily before he could finish his words.
"Young Master..." How could the Young Master do this knowing that if that woman stayed here, she would be invaded by many dangerous beings?
"Wuhen, if you dare to touch a hair of hers, I will make you die without a burial place." The tall, hot and slender body suddenly came closer, and a gloved hand was already on his neck.
She has been with him for a long time, and he also knows his temperament very well. In order to protect him, one day, he will sacrifice Xiahou Xiyue.
"Young Master, I don't understand. What's so good about that woman?" She only destroys but doesn't build. He doesn't understand how the young master could fall in love with her, and he doesn't hesitate to protect her with his own safety. Wuhen lowered his eyes,
There was no struggle, no look of fear on the face, only sad confusion.
"You don't need to know how good she is, Wuhen, don't turn a deaf ear to my words, you know I can do what I say." Duanmu Xiu slowly released the hand holding his neck, as dark and cold as the dark night.
His eyes were filled with violent murderous intent.
"This subordinate knows what to do." Wuhen lowered his head and said expressionlessly.
"Go to Yan Shisan and ask him to help Xiaoyue make a crutch that can ward off evil spirits." Now that he has decided to keep her by his side, he will protect her even if she is broken into pieces. He will not let this warm him.
His heart was not damaged in the slightest by the woman who had touched him.
"Yes, young master." Knowing that he had no way to change his mind, Wuhen could only bear it silently, and Wuhen sighed in his heart.
After Duanmu Xiu finished his instructions, he left the study and walked to the hall without even looking at him. When he came to the hall, he happened to see Xia Hou Xiyue looking at his hands with tears streaming down his face.
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"Xiaoyue, what's wrong? Does the wound hurt?" Duanmu Xiu immediately sat next to her, stretched out his hand to lift her foot, and wiped her injury.
"Master..." Xiahou Xiyue, who had just come back from her fantasy, stared blankly at the man in front of her. The tears she had just stopped began to fall from her eyes again like broken pearls, and her face
A touch of sadness arose.
"Why are you crying?" There was no bleeding from the gauze on her feet. Duanmu Xiu slowly put down her feet and stretched out his fingers to lightly touch the tears on her face.
"Master..." Looking at the gentle light in his eyes, Xiahou Xiyue couldn't help but threw herself into his arms, crying sadly, "I don't want anything to happen to you, and I don't want the master to die..."
"Xiaoyue, what happened?" Why did she suddenly become emotional? Duanmu Xiu reached out and stroked her back gently.
"I just... thought of... the young master because of the Yang Curse... and..." Xiahou Xiyue was so sad that she couldn't speak. She saw the young master die in front of her eyes. She didn't want this,
She didn't want anything to happen to him, nor did she want him to die.
"What are you thinking about with your straw-filled head?" It turned out that she was worried about herself. Duanmu Xiu's heart palpitated, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
