Senior Green Tea Turned Into an Abused Heroine - Chapter 5
Naturally, I didn’t really ask Lin Xiaocha where she was looking. The implication was to make her look away.
“Look at your eyes.” Lin Xiaocha, who was dismantled, didn’t panic at all, more as if he couldn’t hear what he meant. “Your eyes are like colored glaze, so beautiful.
he:…
“But your complexion is not pretty.” Lin Xiaocha found that his face was getting paler and paler, almost transparent.
But he continued walking without saying a word, and then suddenly stopped.
Lin Xiaocha looked up and wondered: “What’s the matter?”
He raised his almost transparent hand, pointed at the miasma in front of him, “Keep walking, you can get out of this buried place.”
After all he turned his head and walked back.
How could Lin Xiaocha let him go?
He turned around and grabbed his hand.
He was about to have an attack, but she stopped in front of her and asked anxiously, “Why are your hands so cold?”
An inexhaustible worry in the eyes.
He took his hand from her warm hand, walked around her, and walked forward.
Unexpectedly, this buried place really became his own buried place.
He was still expressionless on his face.
For him, life and death are just reincarnation, so he is not afraid of death.
It’s just that he didn’t expect that the girl came back with him again, following him like a tail.
He held up the pain on his back and sent her out of the Burial Ground, instead of asking her to come back to die.
“Go.” His cold voice was weak.
After saying the word, he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.
Lin Xiaocha smelled a strong **** smell.
The snow-white clothes on his shoulders were slowly covered with red.
She stood up and walked around behind him, his entire back turned red.
“Xianjun?”
“Xianjun?”
And he just sat quietly, like a jade sculpture stained with blood, the blood spread bit by bit, even permeating the grass.
Lin Xiaocha vaguely felt bad, and touched him, but he was unconscious.
With a trembling hand, she took off his big head. The clothes inside had been torn, and there was a huge wound on her back. Bone was deeply visible, and blood was constantly pouring out.
[Xiao Tong, what’s the matter? 】
[I don’t know, this paragraph is not written in detail in the book. 】
Lin Xiaocha looked at the white-clothed man who was getting weaker and weaker, and felt a little bad.
[If the hero dies, how will the task be counted? 】
[If the task fails, I will send you back to reality, but if you do not get the reward, I will also get back the deposit on the account. 】
Lin Xiaocha furrowed her brows tightly, and even had to withdraw her deposit?
She doesn’t allow the hero to have the slightest surprise!
In the book, the original master Lin Wu, the author gave her the biggest golden finger: her blood can detoxify and heal injuries.
Her hard work can even bring people back to life.
She let the unconscious man lie down on his stomach.
I found a sharp stone on the ground, looked at my white palm, and made a big cut.
Dripping his own blood into his wound.
Soon, the blood from his wound stopped flowing out.
Lin Xiaocha tore his clothes into strips, and **** his upper body with the power of feeding.
Only then wiped the sweat from his forehead. Take out the black Demon King Egg from the clothes.
This was hidden quietly while she was wearing clothes.
She made another cut in her hand with the stone.
System: [What are you doing? 】
Lin Xiaocha smiled without answering.
After that, he was facing the full moon and dripped blood on the egg.
The buried place is getting colder and colder.
Lin Xiaocha looked at the unconscious man on the ground.
She knelt down and began to take off his clothes.
system:【! ! 】
The sky is bright.
Han Yu trembled his long eyelashes and slowly opened his eyes.
The pupils shrank suddenly.
He lay on his side, and there was an extra body in front of him tightly against him.
Then he was not afraid of being in danger, and his brain was buzzing at this moment.
Demon?
There was a murderous intent in his heart.
But soon this killing intent was suppressed by reason.
No, it’s a human, it’s an ordinary person.
is her?
That girl who volunteered to be a sacrifice last night?
She breathed into her chest evenly on her chest, and her whole body exuded a very familiar smell.
But he didn’t want to think about why the smell would be familiar.
Because he felt that the softness in front of her made him feel suffocated.
She even put her legs on her own.
Han Yu’s brows wrinkled and tightened.
“Put your legs down.”
The sound of his freezing cold woke up the person who was sticking to him.
She hummed a few times and slid her leg off his leg obediently.
Her skin was soft and smooth, and the friction between the skin made his scalp numb, the veins violently violently, and his face was about to freeze.
But the person in front of her didn’t seem to be aware of it. She rubbed her eyelids and opened her eyes in a daze.
Then suddenly sat up and said in surprise:
“Xianjun! You are awake!”
The moment she sat up, the quilt had slipped on her waist.
Although her dark and smooth hair hangs down to block the deadly scenery on her chest, it can’t stop the beautiful arc that is not plump.
It reminded him again of the soft feeling against his chest.
The glazed eyes became shallower.
She seemed completely unaware, but looked at him with joy.
Han Yu immediately turned his head away.
Lin Xiaocha found out what she looked like, and fell down at once.
Then there was a scream.
The ground was so hard that she knocked her eyes into tears, and hurriedly pulled the clothes on her body to wrap herself up, but this pull pulled away the cover from him.
He realized that his legs were empty.
“Presumptuous.” His voice was so cold that it made his blood freeze.
“Huh?” She was dumbfounded.
His gaze shifted to the girl who was holding her clothes tightly.
“You are so bold.” His voice was not loud, but he was cold and biting, as if he could cut people thousands of times.
She burst into tears instantly, and she was innocent and aggrieved: “I saved you, why are you so fierce?”
He frowned and sat up, only to realize that he was wrapped in cloth strips.
“what happened?”