Yun Wuyin glanced at the little girl huddled in the corner.
"Come here." He leaned against the stone wall and raised his fingers at her.
The little girl timidly raised her head and saw that he seemed to be lifeless, so she crawled over.
As soon as she got closer, Yun Wuyin pulled her to him.
Cold fingers pinched her chin and lifted it.
"What did you do to me?"
The little girl tilted her head, her beautiful eyes looking dazed and confused, as if she didn't understand what he was talking about.
She saw her reaching out to cover the wound on his abdomen: "Does it hurt?"
Yun Wuyin frowned and slapped her hand away.
His voice deepened: "Answer me."
The little girl seemed to be frightened by his tone again, and looked at him awkwardly and uneasily.
His voice trembled: "It hurts a lot? Can you not be angry?"
She thought he was angry with her because he was in too much pain.
Yun Wuyin frowned again: "Don't pretend to be stupid, this trick won't work on me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the little girl's eyes slowly turn red, as if she had been scolded by him, her lips pursed into a line in grievance, and her fingers twisted the hem of her skirt hard.
"Jiaojiao is not a fool, she is not a fool." Her soft and waxy voice was full of tears.
Yun Wuyin couldn't help but be startled and looked at her with a complicated expression.
She was holding back her tears and not letting her tears fall.
He also tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth and show a flattering smile.
"Jiaojiao didn't cry. Don't hit Jiaojiao, it will hurt."
Yun Wuyin narrowed his eyes slightly.
After a moment, he reached out to lift up her sleeves, and saw the bruises on her arms.
He grabbed her other arm, which also had a lot of bruises.
There are both old and new ones.
Some of them even got new bruises before they healed.
Yun Wuyin's heart felt inexplicably as if he had been pulled hard by something.
That kind of pain is a hundred times more painful than being hit by a red vine and having your blood flow backwards.
His fingers twitched and he didn't know what to say.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her finger as if it had been cut. Although the wound had healed, it was clear that the wound was fresh.
He couldn't help but think of the smell of blood in his mouth.
Yun Wuyin raised her finger: "What's going on?"
The little girl glanced at it and said innocently, "You bit it."
Yun Wuyin: "..."
This is nonsense!
The wound was clearly made with a knife!
Why was he the one who bit him!!!
He lowered his voice: "Tell the truth, or I will kill you!"
The little girl was slightly startled, and her voice took on a crying tone again: "Jiaojiao didn't lie, no... don't hit Jiaojiao."
She kept saying not to be beaten, and she didn't know what excuses were used to beat her, so she was so afraid of others being angry.
Yun Wuyin felt that his patience was about to run out.
And he also realized that the little girl in front of him was an idiot.
He felt that his mind was damaged by the red ivy poison, so he thought it was her blood that saved him.
Yun Wuyin let her go indifferently.
She didn't want to but came up on her own.
"Did you get beaten too? Does it hurt?"
Her eyes were full of concern, and she obviously thought that he was beaten by someone just like her.
Yun Wuyin looked indifferent.
It is simply ridiculous to think that he, a dignified leader of the demon sect, could be pitied by a mentally retarded person.
I saw her grabbing her hand and blowing on it.
Then he raised his little face and smiled sweetly at him.
"Come on, it doesn't hurt anymore."
In an instant, it was like the rising sun breaking through the gloomy sky, and its light enveloped the earth.
Yun Wuyin's fingers twitched again and flexed helplessly.
