After she finished speaking, she covered her chest, a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth like this, with a look of despair.
Xiao Mo was shocked, she immediately took out the medicine bottle, poured out the life-saving medicine and stuffed it into Bai Weiwei's mouth.
"Queen Mother, don't be sad."
Bai Weiwei smiled sadly, "My Bai family has been killed. I can't blame anyone. They all brought it on by themselves. Why am I the only one who didn't die? If I hurt him like this, he should have killed me long ago."
Xiao Mo was worried that she was too grief-stricken, her body couldn't bear it, and that no one would be able to run away if the overseer blamed her.
She hurriedly said: "Let's go, Queen Mother, if you delay too long, you will be caught up."
Bai Weiwei got into the carriage in a trance. When the carriage started to move, she suddenly said, "Go back to the palace."
Xiaomo looked puzzled.
Bai Weiwei showed a tired smile, "Go back, if our Bai family really killed a lot of people, I think I should also pay for those innocent people's lives."
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability is five.]
Bai Weiwei burst into tears: This favorability level has finally arrived, and it has finally broken the zero mark.
Xiaomo cried when she saw her, and realized for the first time that she had made a mistake.
Maybe she shouldn't be in such a hurry to test Bai Weiwei and let her cruelly look directly at how unbearable the Bai family is.
Bai's house may be filthy, but who said that in this filthy place, there will be no people who are not polluted from the mud.
Xiaomo was just about to comfort her.
Suddenly her ears moved, there was movement.
She stretched out her hand and drew her sword immediately, and a dark arrow was opened by her.
Xiao Mo sneered: "He Fangmouse, don't you dare to come out to meet your auntie?"
As soon as she finished speaking, dozens of ghostly shadows suddenly appeared and surrounded the carriage.
It was the group of people who opposed Mu Yanjun. They were wearing black clothes and masks, and they all drew their knives and rushed towards Xiaomo.
Xiao Mo became fierce and vicious, "Bullying women is indeed a shameless rat."
After she finished speaking, she jumped out of the carriage and touched the sword in her right hand with her left hand. The swords turned into two, and she held the two swords in her hand to confront those people aggressively.
Bai Weiwei: "This girl is too cruel."
System: "If it's a man, the life of the male protagonist will be taken care of."
Bai Weiwei was sitting on the carriage, chatting with the system, whoever is good at knives, then whose hidden weapon is of a high standard at first glance.
The most powerful girl, Xiao Mo, picked one sword with one sword, flew up and down with both swords, and protected the carriage abruptly.
One person is the gate, and ten thousand people are not allowed to open it.
Bai Weiwei finished her snacks and watched the juggling before she got down to business.
She threw herself at the door of the carriage weakly and sadly, and got out of the carriage with half of her body, "Xiao Mo, leave me alone, hurry up."
Xiaomo looked back, moved.
Bai Weiwei was so kind and worried about her when she was so dangerous.
Xiao Mo was distracted, and suddenly an arrow pierced through her defense and attacked Bai Weiwei directly.
Bai Weiwei's eyes widened, she really couldn't hide without martial arts.
At this critical moment, a pebble came out of the air and slammed into the sharp arrow. The arrow changed direction and plunged into the edge of the carriage door.
Bai Weiwei sweated from fright.
Before she could calm down, the sky suddenly became dense.
What the hell
Bai Weiwei looked up blankly, at least a few hundred arrows shot at the carriage.
Bai Weiwei: "Zero, get a protective sleeve."
System: "You can't get this thing on credit, you are too poor."
Bai Weiwei was hit hard. Is there such a shabby host in history
Just when Bai Weiwei thought she was definitely finished, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded.
A figure driving a dark horse, as fast as lightning, rushed into the rain of arrows like a storm.