The big guy who passed through quickly took the scumbag script

"He Yu?"

The girl raised her head, the breeze brushed the corners of her eyebrows, her eyes were dark, and her eyebrows were curved: "Is that you?"

A gust of sweet summer wind blows, the figure floats, and the palm is empty.

He Yu took two steps back and stood still: "I did find out some of the things you said... Apart from this, is there any other things that can be predicted?"

Xihe: "..."

Sitting on the spot with her head down, her fingers unconsciously rubbed against the hem of her skirt: "What are you referring to?"

I regret saying that I foresaw it. According to this trend, is she going to follow the path of fortune-telling in the future? Is it necessary to make up a master? Or by a miracle, she had a great opportunity?

emmmmm, just thinking about it, I know there will be endless troubles.

He Yu's sharp eyes narrowed: "There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that those who have obtained the 'Ascending Immortal Spectrum' can prove that the sword is ascending. What do you think of this matter?"

Although it is a legend that has been passed down for hundreds of years, it has become more and more serious recently. Some people even set their target on Luoyun Villa, saying: Luoyun Villa produces a swordsman every hundred years.

Of course, most high-level officials would not believe such nonsense.

But he just needs to know from her, will someone take the opportunity to make trouble, and what will be the result? Since you can predict, you can't just know your own affairs, but don't know the big things in the world, right?

He Yu's eyes fell on the girl's slender and fair neck.

Xihe: ...

What do I think? You might as well ask Yuan Fang.

Xihe picks at her skirt in distress, not sure if she wants to be a character who is a fortune teller? The most important thing is that this dog man is so indifferent to her now, in case something happens...

He Yu frowned slightly: "Why didn't you answer?"

"I, my feet hurt."

Xihe raised her head, her eyes filled with tears in an instant: "He Yu, my feet hurt so much~ Can you help me take a look?"

Damn foreknowledge, let her get away with it.

He Yu subconsciously looked at her feet. Xihe didn't wear shoes, and blood oozes from the ankles of the white socks... He strode forward, staring at the ankles: "Isn't it already scabbed?"

Xihe choked, and said pitifully, "I don't know."

In fact, it was because of her clean nature that she had been in the water many times, and the wounds were already not healing well, and the more she tossed about, the more serious it would be.

He Yu pursed his lips and didn't speak. He stepped forward and raised his hand to take off his socks. During the process, he accidentally pulled the wound. Xihe's face turned pale instantly, and he couldn't help shaking his trembling legs: "It hurts."

Twitching his legs, he wanted to shrink back, but was held down by He Yu: "Don't move!"

With a serious face, he took off the socks little by little.

He Yu's fingertips trembled at the hideous wound, which was torn and exposed. He Yu's fingertips trembled. A person who usually doesn't move his eyelids when the blood splatters, doesn't know how to do it for the first time.

He Yu took a deep breath: "I'll give you medicine."

Holding her leg, he took out the wound healing powder from his arms and sprinkled it lightly on the wound.

After cleaning up, I went to look at Ling's foot again. The situation was almost the same, so I sprinkled medicine on all of them: "Okay."

He didn't get a response, so he turned his head to look. The girl lay prone on the mat, her eyes were closed tightly, her head was sweating profusely from the pain, and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, but she bit her lips tightly and remained silent.

He Yu's lips were straightened, his complexion was tense,

After a pause for a while, he got up, picked him up by the waist, and entered the room.

Xihe took advantage of the situation to wrap her arms around his neck, buried her head in his arms, and trembled slightly.

The room was empty, the bed was placed in a corner, the quilt was crookedly folded, on the wall and on the floor, there were many deep and shallow bloodstains that had already solidified,

He Yu felt depressed, and when he was pulled by the corner of his clothes again, he didn't pull away cruelly.