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Chapter 31

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    Chen Wenjun slept soundly, Wan Yao waited for her to fall asleep before bringing in the medicine, and she needed to be concealed wherever she did this kind of thing.  It is inconvenient for people to come and go in the hospital, and there is a danger of being discovered outside the hospital. Even if she is indoors now, she has to prevent her from waking up suddenly.

    Seeing no one around at the door, Wanyao put the bowl on the table as usual, and took out the knife.

    This handle was given to her by Xiang Huan. He said that the blade cuts iron like mud. It doesn't need to leave too sharp scars like the previous one. It's just a little sharp, so you have to be careful.

    The wound on her wrist hadn't healed yet, so there was no need to use a knife. She gritted her teeth and burst open the wound. Afraid of wasting it, she carefully poured the blood into the medicine bowl, not daring to leave a single drop.

    Ms. Chen is recovering soon, and the medicine doesn't need to be so aggressive, just a little bit is enough.

    However, before she could retract her hand, she suddenly heard a soft sound, as if something had hit the ground.

    Wan Yao raised her head suddenly.

    In front of the door lay her purse, the stunned little apprentice was staring at this side, as if her soul had come out of her body, and then she swept towards Chen Wenjun on the bed in disbelief, there were still mulberry-shaped purple spots on her cheeks that had not faded  .

    Wan Yao clearly noticed something from his bewildered eyes.

    Having lived peacefully for so long, I never expected that someone would suddenly appear at this moment.

    She took a step forward, and the little apprentice stepped back unconsciously.

    "No" Wan Yao muttered to herself, she wanted to explain something.

    But when he took the second step, the little apprentice's eyes changed, and he turned around suddenly, and ran out quickly.

    "Xiaoran Xiaoran"

    Wanyao stopped after chasing outside the courtyard. She felt her hands and feet were cold, and her limbs were so weak that she couldn't control them at all.

    *

    The consequences of this incident are not as fast as landslides and ground cracks, but rather like tides eroding rocks, which slowly collapse bit by bit.

    The little apprentice from the medical hall came to beg her the next day, kneeling in the courtyard and refusing to leave.

    "Miss Biao, please, please save my grandma, she is almost seventy, and she really can't stand the trouble."

    "Miss BiaoMiss Biao, I know you can help me!"

    "Just show kindness"

    Wanyao was blocked by him at the door, and could barely move. She frowning and shook her head palely: "It's no use begging me."

    "I don't know how to treat this kind of disease, you are looking for the wrong person."

    "Miss Biao¡ª" the little apprentice stopped her again, and knelt down in front of her with a plop, "I've seen it all, you can cure it, isn't Master Wan also cured by you?"

    "I know what you are worried about, don't worry, I swear, I will never say anything!" He swore three fingers, and then kowtowed again.

    "Please, save me once"

    Wan Yao hurriedly took a step back, staring at him closely, but her fingers gradually clenched into fists.

    Xiang Huan stared at the struggle in her expression, wrapped her fist in his palm and pulled back, reminding in a low voice: "There is no more treatment."

    "This is a bottomless pit, you will die!"

    She pursed her dry lips, and there was a knot of thousands of thoughts between her brows.

    At this time, Wan Yao's body was actually not as good as before, and the long-term blood loss caused her to lose weight rapidly.  Xiang Huan gritted his teeth hard, and stood in front of her with a gun, "Just let me tie him up, so that he won't talk nonsense!"

    "No." She immediately grabbed his sleeve, afraid that Xiang Huan would rush forward.

    "You can tie him up for a while, but you can't tie him up forever." Wan Yao sighed wearily, "I was negligent."

    She looked at the little apprentice in front of her who couldn't afford to kneel, and felt confused about her future, so she could only say, "Forget it, come and get the medicine tomorrow."

    Wan Yao closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then went back to the courtyard with her brows furrowed.

    The little apprentice behind him thanked him repeatedly, knocking his forehead loudly.

    Xiang Huan followed her, and when passing by the apprentice, while Wan Yao was not paying attention, he still handed the spear point under his neck, and threatened in a low voice: "If you dare to reveal a word, I will cut your tongue off!"

    Chen Wenjun and Qin Zheng were waiting in the house. She had recovered from her illness and her complexion was as usual. When she saw Wanyao coming, she seemed even more worried than before.

    "I'm sorry." She said worriedly, "I have caused you so much trouble. It's all our fault that things happened like this."

    Wan Yao shook her head to comfort her: "It's okay."

    The more polite she is, the more guilty Chen Wenjun feels.room to rest.  "

    When lying on the bed, Wan Yao stared at the carved shelf in a trance.

    ?After tossing and turning for a long time, she finally fell asleep. In a daze, she was surprised that someone opened the door, and suddenly opened her eyes and turned over. There was a haggard man standing in the bedroom, who rushed towards her as soon as she saw her with a knife on.

    Wanyao broke out in a cold sweat, she didn't know how this person entered the room, she hurriedly sat up to hide, at this moment, a silver-white long spear stabbed diagonally from the side, showing its sharpness and killing intent  Obviously, he turned around and kicked the opponent several feet away.

    After receiving the news, Wan Yan and Mrs. Wan trotted all the way.

    Just as he was entering the yard, he saw Xiang Huan walking out carrying a swordsman of unknown origin.

    What's puzzling is that these two people don't even know how they got into the mansion!

    Seeing the chaos at home, Mrs. Wan finally shed tears, stepped forward and hugged Wan Yao who was still in a daze, "Yaoyao is not afraid, it's okay, it's okay"

    She stroked her daughter's head, but she couldn't help saying: "How could this happen!"

    "How did it become like this"

    Wan Yao listened to her murmured questions in her ear, but also felt puzzled in her heart. This puzzle has been with her ever since she was in the epidemic area that day.

    She also wanted to ask, how could this be?

    Why can my own blood cure this plague?  And why is it her and not someone else?

    Is there really something special about her?

    It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be like this

    What is wrong

    The door of Wan Mansion opened very rarely, and a shaky figure ran out of it, and the people standing outside peeking around frantically caught him.

    There was a roar of "bang", and a silver gun was fixed on the ground, as if the stable earth was also trembling.

    "You guys, take another step forward and try."

    The young man in sight was cold and sharp, and when his wolf eyes swept across the crowd, all those present unconsciously backed away.

    "I don't guarantee that my gun won't see blood!"

    Everyone saw the slightest chill in his eyes, and knew that these words might not be just a simple threat.

    And after he finished speaking, he turned around abruptly, and kicked open the half-hidden door viciously. The two servants who were about to close the door were obviously stunned at that moment, and even Wanyan himself was full of astonishment.

    Xiang Huan stood in front of the gate with a gun, and said coldly: "Just open it like this!"

    He looked around, the muscles at the corners of his lips tensed, "I'll see who dares to come up!"

    After finishing speaking, he changed his hand to hold the gun and sat down cross-legged.  The snowy fangs shining with silver light lay across the door, like an unstoppable barrier.

    Wan Yan stared blankly at the young man's cold and proud back, and was at a loss for a while.

    This was the first time he vaguely felt that there was something different about the stubborn boy in his memory who was always holding a spear that was half his body taller than him.

    At night, the drums of the curfew beat on the empty and quiet streets.

    Suffering from a high fever, Wanyao quietly walked to the corridor of the main courtyard in draped clothes, and leaned against her body on the vermilion wooden pillar.

    The bright moon in early autumn is so big that you can see the Qionglou Yuyu clearly above, and it is extremely cold and cold.

    The boy under the moonlight was quietly looking up at the starry sky, the snow-tooth gun in his arms seemed to resonate with him, and even the light was much softer than before.

    Wan Yao suddenly wondered if she really did something wrong.

    The reason why Chen Wenjun was saved was because she couldn't bear it, and there was still a trace of kindness in her heart, but there are thousands of people in Chang'an, once they all came to her door, she was still so afraid of death.

    Sure enough, not everyone has the kindness to feed the eagle with their flesh and the tiger with their body.

    Perhaps from the beginning, she shouldn't have saved Chen Wenjun, but in fact, if history repeats itself and Qin Zheng begs her again, she may not be able to be ruthless.

    People have too much hesitation.

    Good is also wrong, and evil is also wrong.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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