Jialan was in pain, "You tap ......"

"Oh, I'm sorry...... I didn't mean to. ”

It's just so much fun.

Jialan raised her hand with difficulty, and helped her wipe away the tears on her face with a slight tremble, her eyes were very pitying, "What are you crying about, I'm not dead, Sheng'er's tears are precious, you can leave it until the day I die, others may think I'm a good person, and some people cry for me." ”

His hands are slender and powerful, with wide joints, and there are traces of holding a knife in his hands for many years, and his palms are so large that he can completely hold the slender hands of the painter sheng when he opens his hand, which is used for embroidery. The hands were stained with blood, but Hua Sheng only felt that his fingertips touched his cheeks so gently, carefully, for fear that he would accidentally hurt her.

Tu Sheng patted him on the head three times, "Bah, what nonsense!" If the scourge lasts for a thousand years, you won't die! ”

So many people want to kill him, only Huasheng hopes that he will live well.

"It's cold on the ground, I'll help you to bed."

Jialan was obedient, but his kneecaps and leg bones were shattered in large areas, and he could barely stand. Huasheng dragged him several times and couldn't pull him up, so Jialan said: "Go and call Xiao Xian, you thin arms and legs, where can you help me." ”

Jialan was much taller than her, with a heavy skeleton and a sturdy posture, and Huasheng looked like a malnourished kitten in front of him, and Jialan used to be able to lift her up by the collar of her neck.

Now it is really difficult to draw sheng.

Hua Sheng was not convinced, and he wanted to help him up alone, and said while he was angry and Dantian riveted his strength: "No! You can't let others help, otherwise how will I take care of you alone in the future!! ”

In the end, Hua Sheng almost carried him to the bed with both hands and shoulders.

Hua Sheng panted and said, "How is it, am I okay?" By the way, do you have to change your medicine on time on weekdays, and what kind of medicine do you drink? Where's the prescription? Oops, your clothes are full of blood, why don't you take them off and wash and change your body comfortably. Come, you get up a little," Hua Sheng folded the quilt and put it behind him, "Isn't it much more comfortable to lean on this way?" ”

Jialan is not close to women, and she doesn't need to be taken care of by others on weekdays, and she has been doing it herself for 30 years. The last few people who have taken turns to take care of him are all five big and three rough old men, and their minds are definitely not as delicate as women, and there are always places where they are not taken care of. Jialan is usually arrogant, and she definitely doesn't notice this.

Painting Sheng and talking so much, it all made Jialan stupid.

"You just ...... Say what? ”

"I ask you if you're comfortable. Why, my ears are also broken? ”

"No, last sentence."

"What kind of medicine do you usually drink?"

"It's not! You said...... You want to be ...... alone."

Hua Sheng blinked and his eyes widened, "One person takes care of you, otherwise?" Let the killers of your Shadowless Palace who specialize in killing people and setting fires take care of you? ”

Jialan was stunned, and her tongue knotted again, "No, you...... This must not be! Cannot! ”

"What's the point? Oh, is it for fear of implicating the Immortal Palace? She touched her face, "If I don't tell me, will you recognize my identity?" ”

I really can't recognize it, I can't hear it.

"But the person who dominates it is treacherous, I made a big mistake, I don't know if it will implicate the Shadowless Palace, you are now cultivating to nothing, you can't stay in this dangerous place!"

"I don't care, if the master wants to attack the Shadowless Palace, I will live and die with the Shadowless Palace."