As soon as Lu Xinglan walked out, Mother Lu released her fingers, and she was paralyzed on the chair as if she were dead.
Her feet were soaked with blood, and she was shaking with fright.
She was about to call out an unfilial son, but a word was choked in her throat, and she almost died.
Xin Wuyi walked over with a paralyzed face, "Do you need a doctor?"
Mother Lu stretched out her trembling fingers and pointed at him, her face flushed red just as she was about to speak.
Xin Wu has turned around, "It seems that your body is still strong, but you don't need a doctor."
After speaking, the person has disappeared.
He left a room full of dead people in the same room with Mother Lu.
Mother Lu was stunned for a long time.
All around the house was empty.
The incense was still floating, but it couldn't hide such a strong bloody smell.
Finally, Mother Lu's miserable roar came from the room.
"Lu Xinglan, you unfilial son."
Lu Xinglan walked outside the yard and still heard this sentence.
He paused in his footsteps, but his expression did not change at all.
The girl in her arms was extremely cold.
It was the result of the drug destroying her body's qi and blood.
She will have no children in the future.
Moreover, the hands and feet are cold for many years, and the Qi deficiency will also be particularly weak.
The medicine that can directly kill a girl is definitely the bad medicine for the tyrannical tyrant.
There is no benefit to the body at all.
If not well maintained.
It must be a medicine jar for the rest of my life.
Lu Xinglan couldn't help but speed up and finally came to his yard.
He walked into the house and carefully placed her on the bed.
Bai Weiwei was still a little sluggish, she didn't vomit blood again, but the blood on the corner of her lips was still there.
A hint of distress flashed in Lu Xinglan's eyes.
He pursed his pale lips, and his pale face was haggard.
Then he immediately turned around and went out to get hot water.
He took a clean towel, covered it with heat, and wiped her face meticulously.
The girl's face was pale and pale and bloodless.
Her clear eyes turned slightly, as if she had finally returned to her senses.
"Master."
Her voice was a little hoarse.
"I'm all right."
This sentence is soft and light.
No complaints.
Lu Xinglan didn't know what to do, and his nose was sour.
He immediately lowered his head and washed the veil again, "With me here, nothing will happen."
I dare not tell her what those drugs are for.
For a woman, the death of children and grandchildren is the most terrifying and vicious curse.
How could he bear to tell her this.
She is still young.
The worst thing happened to her.
Lu Xinglan's chest had been clogged with pain.
But I don't know what kind of feeling it is.
There is guilt, there is pity.
What's more, after she was injured, she still had a reluctantly calm expression on her face, and he felt helpless in his heart.
The girl's figure is still soft and soft.
"Master, I won't have children in the future, will I?"
Lu Xinglan's fingers stiffened, and then she wrung the veil dry as if nothing had happened, and the warm veil held her fingers.
The blood on her fingers was stained with blood.
Like the color of impatiens oil on her nails.
Bai Weiwei saw it and showed a smile.
"Master, this is the rouge flower juice I made today. It can be used to paint nails. The color is beautiful."
The same color as blood.
She didn't say how much blood was on it.
Just say her rouge juice.
Lu Xinglan's eyelashes trembled, and his voice was hoarse, "Good-looking."
He covered her fingers, which were cold, but could not be warm.
He used a little bit of infuriating energy to enter her fingertips bit by bit, warming her up bit by bit.
"after… "
He whispered: "You will be fine, I will find a doctor for you."
The man lowered his head and knelt on one knee beside the bed, almost leaning on the girl's side.
He didn't raise his head, his dark eyes were half-covered and half-covered by his eyelids, hiding most of the broken light, leaving only an obscure darkness.
Bai Weiwei stared at his drooping face, and a sweet smile appeared on her white face.
"Well, my body will be healthy after seeing the doctor, and I am young and live a long, long time."
There was a bitter smile on Lu Xinglan's mouth.
Suddenly the girl stretched out another cold hand and lightly landed on his shoulder.
She leaned over, and the cool breath blew into his ear.
"I'm younger than you and will live longer than you. So when you die, I'll offer sacrifices, worship you, and burn paper for you."
The voice is soft and cool.
As light as smoke.
But it was so heavy that Lu Xinglan raised his head suddenly and couldn't breathe well.
The girl in front of her smiled softly, her eyes glittering, and her snow-like face was suffocating.
"I will miss you, Lu Xinglan."
Lu Xinglan stared at her blankly for a long time.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability is fifty.]