White of Rebirth

Murong Linfeng carefully wiped off the water droplets on Xiaobai's naked body with a dry cloth, then gently put it on the bed, covered it tightly with a soft quilt, and wrapped himself in a quilt casually. robe.

At this time, the voice of bamboo just came from outside the door: "Master, the ginger soup is ready."

"come in."

With a "squeak" the door opened, Zhuzi walked to the bed and looked at Xiaobai, then put the ginger soup on Murong Linfeng's outstretched hand, Zhuzi looked at Murong Linfeng's indifferent expression, hesitant to speak and then end.

Murong Linfeng took the ginger soup, and said without looking at the bamboo from the beginning to the end: "I told you before that the fried medicine will be delivered later, and I will prepare some healing medicines that I developed before. Now you go out first. Right." Zhuzi could only watch Xiaobai lying weakly on the bed, and retreated with a face full of self-blame.

Murong Linfeng hugged Xiaobai who was tightly wrapped in a quilt, and seeing that Xiaobai showed no signs of waking up, he took a mouthful of ginger soup on the soup bowl, pressed the tip of his tongue against Xiaobai's lips, and Put the ginger soup into Xiaobai's mouth and let Xiaobai swallow it, and feed Xiaobai mouthful after mouthful to drink the whole bowl of ginger soup.

Then he used his internal force to make his whole body hot, loosened his outer robe, uncovered Xiaobai's quilt, and hugged Xiaobai to lie down on the bed together, his moist and bare skin pressed close to each other, and then tightly pressed the quilt Wrapping the two of them together, I thought in my heart that it would be better if Xiaobai was sweated all over.

... I am the dividing line of the nightmare In a backyard not far from the back hill of a luxurious western-style villa, a man wrapped in black was supported slowly by two adult men in formal suits. He walked slowly towards a small room with a narrow space, and after placing the men in black casually in the room, the two men in black immediately let go and left.

The whole body was wrapped in black clothes without leaving a gap. After sitting quietly on the ground for half an hour, he stretched out his blood-stained hands and slowly removed the black cloth on his head. Under the black cloth was a Zhang Juemei is an eight-year-old boy who can't tell the difference between a man and a woman, but his skin, which has not been exposed to the sun for many years, looks abnormally fair, with an oval face, a thin and beautiful mouth, soft and fine hair, and big eyes, but The eyes under the long eyelashes are dull and gray.

At this time, the young boy's face was also extremely pale, and there were still some fine beads of sweat on his forehead. The young boy slowly pulled off the black clothes he was wearing, and on the right shoulder, there was a wound that was neither big nor small. The blood from the wound was still slowly flowing out. The boy stretched out his hands in the narrow hut, and slowly groped for a small box, opened the small box, and there were medicine bottles of different sizes inside.

The little boy picked up one of the medicine bottles, opened the bottle cap, put it under his nose and smelled it, and put the medicine bottle out of the small box when he felt that the smell was wrong, and then took out each medicine bottle, just like the previous action, If it smelled wrong, he put it outside the small box. After putting down seven or eight small medicine bottles one after another, the little boy finally smelled the medicine bottle he had always wanted.

The little boy opened the lid of the medicine bottle, and the medicine in the bottle was in powder form. The little boy tore off the clothes around the wound on his shoulder. When he tore it apart, the blood and the clothes formed into pieces, and the blood was also flowed along the clothes. They were torn apart together, and the blood flowed out more and more urgently.

The little boy hurriedly picked up the medicine bottle he had found earlier, and sprinkled the medicine powder on the wound with shaking hands, spreading a thick layer, so that the blood slowly stopped flowing out.

The little boy leaned against the edge of the wooden bed, gasped for a while, and then slowly calmed down.Leaning against the bed, the cool wind blows in from the door, blowing the soft and soft hair of the little boy, and the little boy doesn't know if he is asleep with his eyes closed.

At this time, the half-opened door was pushed open with a "bang" and hit the wall, making a piercing sound. The little boy immediately opened his blind eyes, and his muscles tensed.

"You devil, why aren't you dead? You're just trash if you stay in this world."

The person who came was a middle-aged man with a burly figure and a knife-like facial features. He was full of vicissitudes but still showed charm. As soon as he entered the door and saw that the young man could still lean against the bed weakly, he was full of anger .

The middle-aged man walked over, stretched out his leather shoes and kicked the little boy's stomach mercilessly. The little boy immediately groaned in pain, moaning weakly while holding his stomach.

"If it wasn't because you are still worth using, I really want to cut you into eight pieces to relieve my hatred. Why, my well-behaved Jin'er would kill you, a devil." Middle-aged man Looking at the little boy, he said viciously.

"..." The young man was still leaning against the bed without making a sound, but his brows were tightly furrowed. Hearing what the middle-aged man said, he seemed incomprehensible and in pain.

The little boy's tightly closed lips finally let out a small moan, "Young Master..."

When the middle-aged man heard the young boy whispering the name of his beloved son, a sense of malice rose in his heart. He stretched out his hands and slapped the young boy vigorously. The middle-aged man beat him straight to the hard floor.