Lu Fu looked at Hong Jiu's back without any nostalgia, and smiled wryly at the corner of her mouth. Even if she died, her master would not look at her. He only had that woman in his heart.
Hong Gu helped Lu Fu clean up the toxins and comforted her: "Why bother? Love requires two people to be happy. Lu Fu, you are so beautiful, why did you hang yourself on a tree? The master is very good, but in the Jiuzhong Building There are also many outstanding men. How great is the Grand Admiral of the East? That guy from Qianmian is handsome and has a sense of humor... "
Lu Fu leaned on Hong Gu's shoulder and cried, "I only love my master, and I will only love him in this life."
Hong Gu sighed and stroked Lu Fu's hair distressedly: "Silly boy, why are you so stubborn?"
Where in the world is there no fragrant grass? Passionate people are annoyed by ruthlessness. Infatuated people are actually pitiful people.
Nine Princes' Mansion.
The person on the bed was pale and lying quietly, without his usual liveliness, which made Long Qi and the others worried.
Long Jiu sat on the edge of the bed, taking Feng Xi'er's pulse, checking her breathing, lifting her eyelids, and finally checked the wound on her arm.
Long Jiu, who was under the mask, was shocked when he saw the bloody arm.
"Ninth brother, how is the eldest lady's injury?" Long Qi had never been so verbose before. He asked the same question several times, and kept clasping his hands together. Nervous.
"The injury is too serious, I'm afraid I'll be disabled," Long Jiu replied coldly.
Long Qi felt like the sky was about to fall, and something was pressing on his chest, making him unable to breathe. He repeated blankly: "It's useless?"
Long Jiu ignored Long Qi and concentrated on treating Feng Xi'er's injuries.
"With so many of you here, it will affect me. Please get out," Long Jiu ordered in a cold tone.
Long Liu, Long Ba and Little Tudou retreated wisely. Long Shi glanced at Feng Xi'er and prayed silently in his heart that she would be fine, such a lively and lovely girl. God must bless her.
In fact, Long Shi has never believed in praying. Praying is just self-comfort, but Long Shi can't do anything but pray sincerely.
"Brother Qi, let's go out." Long Shi patted Long Qi on the shoulder.
Long Qi looked determined and turned to Long Jiu: "Ninth brother, I am standing by and I will never disturb you."
Long Jiu sneered, not paying attention to Long Qi, and said: "Xiao Shi, tell your servants to prepare a basin of warm water."
Long Shi nodded and retreated. Soon, Xiaotuo came in with a plate of water. He took a deep look at his lady before exiting and closing the door.
Long Qi wanted to step forward to help, but Long Jiu coldly refused, so he had to step aside and raise his head in worry.
Long Jiu cut off the sleeve of Feng Xi'er's injured arm. The whole arm was bloody and miserable. Under the mask, Long Jiu was distressed and angry. Feng Yan'er, this woman, deserved to die.
However, Long Jiu will not let the people he hates die so quickly. The two sisters Feng Yaner have loved to bully A Xi since they were young. The old scores have not been settled with them, and now they have new hatred. Very good, he hates all those people. Won't let it go.
Long Jiu moved slowly, carefully moistened the white towel with warm water, leaned over and gently wiped the blood on Feng Xi'er's arm.
Soon a basin of clean water turned into blood. Long Qi's eyes were sore. This was all Xi'er's blood.
Long Qi took an anxious step forward, leaned behind Long Jiu, stretched his neck to look at Feng Xi'er, and saw that the blood-stained arm was no longer so red and dazzling, but a large piece of flesh on the arm had been smashed. , people can’t help but feel worried after watching it.
Long Qi saw the red Gonggong sand underneath the rotten chunks of flesh on his arm. Long Qi secretly glanced at Long Jiu because he couldn't see his expression clearly with the mask on. Jiu Di and Xi'er were so close to each other. Dear? Ninth Brother also saw Xi'er's gonggongsha...
Although he knew that this was a last resort and that Jiu Di was treating Xi'er's injury, the man's pride got in the way and Long Qi couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. But I couldn't say anything, because only my ninth brother could cure Xi'er well.
Ambivalence is the most tormenting thing.
Long Qi saw Long Jiu stuffing something on Feng Xi'er's lips, and asked curiously: "Jiu brother, what is on Feng Xi'er's lips?"
Xi'er? Is he, Long Qi, worthy of calling him
"I want to give medicine to the eldest lady. Hold the yam in your mouth to smell the fragrance and relieve pain." Long Jiu was always cold and indifferent and did not want to say more.
Long Qi also noticed this, shut up and stopped talking, and stayed back quietly to watch Long Jiu apply the medicine.
Long Jiu first painted the less serious parts of his arm, and lastly applied the large, rotten flesh wound. He hesitated when he started. Long Jiu knew these pains best. During the fire, not only did he endure the pain of burning his flesh, but he was also almost killed by a pillar of fire. If Uncle Fei Lin hadn't been quick and quick to pull him away, Long Jiu would have been afraid. He was crushed to death by a pillar of fire, crushed to death before it was burned to death. Although he escaped death, the pillar of fire still hit his back, causing his back to be scorched and the heels of his hind legs to be burned.
In order to heal Long Jiu's injury, Uncle Fei Lin traveled around the world and sought out all the famous doctors. He finally got the prescription from the Western Regions. In addition, Lu Fu was a descendant of the Poison Cult Saint in the Western Regions and knew many wonderful prescriptions. When used together, the ferocious scars were healed. Slowly subsided.
For Long Jiu, it was pain in the vertebrae. Although those scars were no longer so hideous, they could never be removed. Uncle Fei Lin often comforted him and said it didn't matter that they were invisible on his back, but Long Jiu knew that he What he cared about was not the scars, but the feeling of baldness in the rest of his life. Those experiences made Long Jiu learn to be strong.
He will never forget those pains.
Now, the beloved woman also has to experience these pains. She is different from him. She is also a fragile woman. Can she bear it? Long Jiu is difficult to start. However, if she didn't do it, she would be in pain for even longer.
He gritted his teeth, worked hard, and applied ointment to the rotten flesh wound.
Feng Xi'er was in a daze, feeling that her arm suddenly felt like it was on fire, and the burning pain was severe. She had been having a strange dream, and her arm suddenly hurt, but she couldn't open her eyes when she wanted to.
It was so painful. She felt that her whole body was not her own. She could not move. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She frowned in pain and kept shaking her head. The scene in the dream frightened her and turned her face pale. Feng Xi'er dreamed Hong Jiu was burned to death in the fire in Jiuzhong Tower. Hong Jiu reached out to her sadly and said, "Axi, save me." However, Long Qi held her tightly and refused to let her rush in to save Hong Jiu.
She could only watch Hong Jiu being burned to death by fire, and Hong Jiu's painful expression was devouring Feng Xi'er's heart.
"Ah... no!" Feng Xi'er yelled and gritted her teeth in great pain. She opened her eyes desperately and breathed out hard. She felt her forehead was wet and her whole body was trembling. Oh my God, she had such a strange dream. , Hong Jiu was actually burned to death, and Feng Xi'er was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat.
She didn't have time to think about where she was now. She flickered her eyelashes feebly, and vaguely saw the person wearing the mask. Her whole body felt tight and uncomfortable. Feng Xi'er wanted to reach out to wipe the sweat on her forehead, but found that one hand was numb with pain. .