Shahua's pretty face turned slightly pale. [Source of this book www.
Her dark eyes were filled with waves, looking at the master and then at the little rabbit spirit.
"Holy Master, this is the garland that my servant weaved for you..."
The little rabbit's big eyes formed a crescent moon and opened its mouth.[
Before he finished his sentence, he suddenly seemed to realize something and his pretty face turned red.
He said hurriedly: "No, yes, the slave is knitting for the master...Master, do you see how beautiful it is?"
She ran up to Shahua in a dog-legged manner and handed the garland in her hands like a treasure.
Shahua smiled coldly and glanced at the wreath: "It's too vulgar!"
Take it and throw it away.
It seemed that she exerted a little more force, and the wreath disappeared with a whoosh!
The little rabbit's face turned pale: "Master..."
Hua Wuxiang frowned slightly, glanced at Shahua, and said calmly: "You are tired too, just go back to your room and rest."
Shahua stiffened for a moment.
Still haven't got what I want.
She lowered her eyes to hide her disappointment and gave a low voice of agreement.
The little rabbit said hurriedly: "This slave is waiting for the master to rest."
Shahua stared at her and said coldly: "No need!"
Turn around and leave. She has always been a child who doesn't make false remarks to others.
She has no need for this little bunny spirit.
The little rabbit spirit's gentle and bright eyes flashed with fear and panic.
Like a frightened elk.
Turning around to look at Hua Wuxiang.
The look in Hua Wuxiang's eyes is a bit complicated and difficult to understand.[
He didn't speak, and the little rabbit spirit didn't dare to speak either.
After a while, Hua Wuxiang took out a thin porcelain bottle from her arms: "Tutu, give her the medicine, she is injured."
Although he only glanced at her.
He could already tell what kind of internal injuries she had suffered and found the corresponding medicine.
The little rabbit quickly agreed, took the bottle and turned around.
Hua Wuxiang watched her back slowly disappear, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and his hand unconsciously clenched the branch of a rose next to him. By the time he came to his senses, his palm was already dripping with blood from the sharp thorns of the rose.
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The expression on his face did not move, a white light flashed, and the fine wounds on his hands disappeared...