Xiahou Xiyue, who was in a hazy state of consciousness, heard loud noises coming from her ears. She managed to concentrate and realized that it was Duanmu Xiu who was cursing.
No one asked her to do the work, she had to do it herself, so it was her own fault and it had nothing to do with Yuan Qing.
"Master... don't blame... Yuan Qing... I took advantage of... her to go to the kitchen... I'll wipe it myself..." Xiahou Xiyue raised her weak hand and turned her back to her
Duanmu Xiu.
"You're awake..." There was an inaudible voice in his ears, but Duanmu Xiu heard it clearly. He quickly turned around, reached out and grabbed her hand, and his cold face could no longer help showing
A look of surprise.
"Don't blame Yuan Qing..." Her head was still dizzy, but she was still worried, worried that after she fainted, he would blame innocent people again.
"Okay, I don't blame her. I'll take you to the hospital when the ambulance comes. You'll be fine." Duanmu Xiu grabbed her hand and said with a rare soft voice.
"Thank you..." As long as he doesn't blame innocent people, Xiahou Xiyue smiled and wanted to nod, but suddenly found that her face was wet and sticky. She frowned and raised her hand to touch her face.
When he took a look, he saw that his hands were full of blood. He screamed in fright, rolled his eyes, and fainted again.
"How are you? Wake up, wake up quickly, don't die, wake up quickly..." Seeing that the person in front of him lost consciousness, a scene suddenly appeared in his mind, a
The miserable scene of a little boy holding a woman lying in a pool of blood and crying at the top of her lungs suddenly aroused the most fearful side in his heart. He hugged her violently and shook her, his expression almost falling into madness.
"Young Master, don't be like this. Xiaoyue is just fainted. She is not dead, she just fainted." Xiang Nan, who was watching from the side, saw that his expression was going crazy, so he quickly stepped forward and held his shoulders and shouted loudly.
.
"No, she's dead, she's dead..." The boy's cries in his mind became louder and louder, and the dazzling blood flowed continuously from the woman's body, dyeing the ground.
A red sea.
"Young Master, I'm sorry." If Xiaoyue was shaken like this again, Xiaoyue would be shaken away even if she didn't die. Xiang Nan had no choice but to raise his hand and hit him on the back of the neck to knock him out.
"You..." Before falling into coma, his mind suddenly became empty. The little boy and the woman were gone, but a soothing voice came in his ears, "Young master, don't worry, Xiaoyue won't
Something happened."
"You guys help the young master back to the room." Xiang Nan directed the two male servants and asked them to help Duanmu Xiu away. Then he frowned and helped Xiahou Xiyue clean the blood on her face.
One by one one by one
It was a dark night, with the waning moon in the sky, the roar of the wind, and the shadow of ghosts and ghosts in the sky above the hospital.
A white ghost stood on the billboard at the top of the hospital, looking sharply at a VIP ward opposite.
The hospital is surrounded by a barrier that cannot be penetrated by ordinary eyes. This barrier is set by a profound exorcist. Except for humans, there is no way for sentient beings from other worlds to enter.
In the ward, Duanmu Xiu sat expressionlessly beside the bed, and lying on the bed was Xiahou Xiyue, who had her head smashed by an antique.
