"Woman, where are you from?" The man returned his gaze to Yumei's bright eyes, his voice was a little weak, but very arrogant.
Yu Mei ignored him and looked at the place where his right hand was pressing. The clothes in that area seemed to be a little sticky and the smell of blood was very strong. Even in the night, even through the clothes, Yu Mei could imagine it.
Look, how heavy the injuries were there, how ferocious the piece of flesh was. This man was so seriously injured, yet he was still entangled with her here with nothing to do...
"You don't need to know where I am from. You just need to know that I can treat your injuries." With a charming smile, Yumei stroked the horse and glanced at him casually, her tone of voice was lazy but full of joy.
Full of confidence and confidence.
The man narrowed his eyes and pressed the hand on the wound tightly, "What do you want?" What do you want? These are the most tempting words. He doesn't believe it. He doesn't believe that in this troubled world, a stranger who meets by chance will save him unconditionally.
He, at least, he has lived for so many years and has never encountered...
"Ha..." Yu Mei's hand caressing the horse suddenly paused, the smile in her eyes diminished, and there was a glimmer of light, but it didn't show it, she just smiled faintly, "The offer is generous, the conditions are really tempting**
"Where are you?" She paused, rolled her eyes, and said in a somewhat cold voice, "It's just that I, Yumei, am alone. Fame and wealth are meaningless to me. I travel around the world with my bare hands, and money is something outside of me. You say, I can
What do you want? More importantly, this young master, when did I promise to save you?"
Indeed, when she said she could cure him, Yumei did intend to treat him, which could be regarded as a response to his actions just now. She never likes to owe others, especially favors! However, this man actually
Are you asking her what she wants? Asking her what she wants in such a giving tone? Even though she, Yumei, has nothing, she will not use such despicable methods to ask for anything.
"Oh, woman, I am Prince Fengchen, you...hiss..."
"Nangong Xiu! "
The man smiled coldly, but before he finished speaking, there was a bang behind him. The man looked back in panic, but the wound on his shoulder was affected. Pain came over him, and his face seemed to be stained with a pale color. However,
Before he could take a breath, a dazzling white light behind him cut through the night and rushed towards the man at a speed visible to the naked eye...
The eyes of the man called Nangong Xiu widened as the white light approached...
Yumei was blocked behind the man and couldn't see clearly what was flying towards her. She only knew that the man seemed to be very nervous. The corner of his lips curled up. Just as he was about to turn his head to look, his arm was grabbed by someone, and his body was actually
Being pulled forward by a strong force...
"Well… "
With a muffled groan, the biting pain spread from her chest to every corner of her body. Yu Mei's cold face was stained with a trace of bloodthirsty anger, and her glazed eyes were filled with ice, as if covered with a layer of haze.
The cold and violent energy actually startled Nangong Xiu behind him.
He lowered his eyes slightly, and saw a shocking sharp sword thrust straight into his chest. The blade was sharp and translucent, emitting a faint light. The clothes on his chest seemed to have been penetrated by some liquid, and there were bursts of sound.
The fishy smell made Yu Mei's expression terrifyingly cold. From the moment she was shot to the present, there was no trace of pain on her cold face, and she didn't even frown...
Her lips curled up, with a touch of cruelty. So, has she become a scapegoat? Nangong Xiu, good on you...
