One hundred and thirty eighth shameful Huangfu Shi
Suddenly, she raised her head viciously and glared at Qing Yan, "It's all you bitch. You snatched my senior brother and I'm going to kill you!"
When she picked up the sword, Ling Xiao suddenly became crazy. She felt a sword light flashing, making a whirring sound. She suddenly stabbed Qing Yan.
After Huangfu really slapped Ling Xiao, he was secretly regretting it. Although they were not very affectionate, they were at least respectful to each other. On weekdays, they had never even said something to strike, and when did they have ever had such a dispute as they are now.
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Who can be ruthless without plants? How could Huangfu Shi not know Ling Xiao’s affection for him over the years? It’s a pity that the goddess is in love, but King Xiang has no dreams. He has nothing to do with Ling Xiao except for the love between brother and sister.
The palm was stinging with a scorching pain. He knew how fierce the slap he had just now was. He looked at Ling Xiao with guilt, but before he could say the words of apologies, the biting ice sword had already stabbed.
The sword eyebrows suddenly stood up, Huangfu Shi waved his palm, and suddenly used his "catcher" and grabbed the sword light.
"Sher—"
This is the sound of the sword cutting flesh and scraping bones!
After humming softly, Huangfu Shi gritted his teeth and grabbed the sword that was stabbed with a flesh palm.
Ling Xiao was stunned and hurriedly wanted to pull the sword back, but Huangfu Shi was holding the sword firmly in his palm, unable to move at all.
Blood kept gushing out from his fingertips and fell to the ground along the sword's edge.
Ling Xiao said anxiously: "Senior Brother! Let go!"
Fighting his brows and completely ignoring his bloody palms, he stared at Ling Xiao with guilt and pain, as if pouring all his emotions into the blood, and surging out from the wounds at his fingertips.
Seeing Huangfu Shi's blood flowing continuously, Ling Xiao finally couldn't hold on. When her body softened, she fell backwards depressedly.
She sat on the ground in a daze, her face full of confusion.
After a long time, Ling Xiao slowly stood up from the ground with tears in her eyes, looking at Huangfu Shi resentfully, she smiled self-deprecatingly: "Okay, very good, you are so powerful, you are cruel, for this woman, you are willing to do so.
Receive my sword! Okay, Huangfu Shi, I always know you today! I think this sword is what you owe me, and I am back now. From now on, we will return it to the bridge, the road to the road, and this life
In this life, we will never meet each other!"
After saying that, she shook her sleeves and stopped wearing her coat. She just exposed a red bellyband and jumped towards the swaying treetops, disappearing into the hazy night.
"Clang!" As soon as my fingers were loosened, the sword covered in blood fell quietly to the ground.
He drooped with one hand, blood dripping from his fingers.
Qing Yan had been stunned by the scene in front of him. After a while, he remembered that his hand needed emergency treatment. He hurriedly took out a scarf from his pocket and went to grab Huangfu Shi's wrist.
He frowned, subconsciously took a step back, and stubbornly pulled back his elbow. He seemed to not want Qing Yan to touch him.
Qing Yan glared at him anxiously, "What are you doing? Why are you hiding? Take your hand over!"
Huangfu Shi raised his elbow and took another step back.
I don’t know if I have no face to face it, or I dare not, or I don’t want to look at Qingyan, but his eyes always glanced into the distance, and even a trace of the afterglow had not fallen on her.
Finally making up his mind, Qing Yan opened his hands, jumped up suddenly, and rushed to Huangfu Shi.
He was overwhelmed by her sudden intimate action, nor was he accepting it or pushing it away. He just lifted his injured elbow slightly and controlled the direction of the blood flow to avoid defileing her clean clothes.
Her hands wrapped around her, hugging Huangfu Shi tightly, and she whispered, "Look where you can escape?"
As soon as he looked up, he happened to meet Huangfu Shi's pair of hot eyes. His beautiful face was suddenly magnified clearly. His sword eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he had endless pain; his slender eyelashes covered the melancholy eyes.
, but it is hard to hide the helplessness in the deep eyes.
Qing Yan's heart was suddenly thrust, and she lay softly in the arms of this beautiful man, facing those charming eyes. How could she not let her feel ripples?
He lowered his eyes awkwardly and hurriedly let go of his hands that were holding him tightly. Qing Yan grabbed Huangfu Shi's injured wrist again and prepared to bandage him with a silk scarf.
"Hmph!" Suddenly, a sneer suddenly broke out from the treetops outside the courtyard, and then a figure flashed, and a man in black disappeared among the swaying trees.
It was not Ling Xiao, but the voice of a man. Qing Yan heard the low laughter and his heart trembled suddenly. This sound was really familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.
Huangfu Shi looked at the tree, sighed slowly, and then said to Qing Yan gently: "Let's bandage later. I have golden sore medicine here. It's not too late to bandage it again."
He stopped talking, pushed open the door of the room on his own, and then held the light with one hand. A faint candlelight shook in the dim room, making Huangfu Shi's handsome face look particularly bright!
Qing Yan lowered his head and replied softly, "Oh, I understand." Her toes rubbed against the ground. She was still regretting her sudden move of hugging Huangfu Shi just now. When she raised her eyes, she suddenly became angry again.
After glimpsing the handsome face of Feng Shen, she hurriedly lowered her head and did not dare to look at it again. With a thorn in the scalp, she followed Huangfu Shi into the room with a small step.
The atmosphere became very awkward.
Both of them were silent.
After a long time, Huangfu Shi took out a bottle of golden sore medicine from the sachet he carried with him and gently placed it on the table.
Qing Yan asked hurriedly: "How to use it? Can you just sprinkle the wound?"
"Yeah." He frowned, spread his injured hand flat on the table, then turned his head and stopped looking.
Qing Yan immediately understood that he was correcting his posture and asking for treatment. She carefully opened the bottle cap and sprinkled the powder inside on the palm that was still bleeding. The blood coagulated when it encountered the powder and the injury was very fast.
Been controlled.
He blew gently at his injury and wrapped his clean handkerchief up layer by layer. Until the bandage was finished, Qing Yan's long-standing heart finally landed on the ground.
He looked at him with some reproach, and Qing Yan said angrily: "Why are you doing this? You can obviously block her attack with a sword."
"No, I can't use a sword to her." Huangfu Shi lowered his head, his face full of guilt.
Seeing his painful appearance, Qing Yan couldn't bear to ask anything anymore, so he could only silently fiddle with his fingers.