Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Su Bailang was in so much pain that it seemed like he was going to crush all his silver teeth.

The screams began to be hoarse until finally he didn't even have the strength to scream.

The clothes on his body could squeeze out water, his messy black hair was tangled on his wet neck, Su Bailang's small face was distorted in pain, so painful that he couldn't even see who was holding him beside him Sometimes, when the pain is so severe, I will pass out, and when I wake up from the pain, I vaguely feel that I have stepped into the palace of Hades with one foot, and then I was dragged back.

The person in his arms seemed to have been subjected to one hundred and eight cruel tortures, and he had already been tortured beyond recognition.

Lang Zhong straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead twice.

He wrote a prescription on the table and handed it to Ye Qiao.

The doctor instructed: "According to the prescription, take the medicine three times a day, and you will gradually get better."

Ye Qiao pursed her lips and nodded.

He ordered the disciples outside the door to grab the medicine and boil it as soon as possible.

Ye Qiao looked at him with indignation.

Su Bailang gritted his teeth in his arms for a long time, and his muddy eyes finally became clear.

He opened his eyelids and looked over leisurely. In his impression, Qingfeng Wenyue's Ye Xianshi had never been so angry.

Su Bailang didn't want to look at him with this expression, but still thought that the immortal master who always had a three-point smile on his face was more attractive.

Her lips parted, her voice hoarse, "Qiao Qiao... I don't feel any pain anymore, don't worry about me."

For just a few words, he had to rest several times before he could finish speaking intermittently.

Ye Qiao let out a long sigh, "Is it worth it?"

Su Bailang was stunned for a moment, and a bitter smile appeared on his pale face.

"It's me...it's my fault, I deserve it." Every word she said was like a mouth full of bloody gravel, and it hurt so badly.

Ye Qiao only felt that his eyes were sore and swollen.

"Alang deserves someone better."

Su Bailang smiled, shrugging his shoulders as if trembling, "Don't harm others with my dilapidated body."

Ye Qiao raised her head slightly, not daring to let tears fall from her eyes.

"Ye Qiao... you, you go, Dong Zhao is waiting for you at the Immortal Dou Conference today."

The feeling of tears not falling is really uncomfortable, and the eyelids are sore and swollen.

"It doesn't matter if I go late. I'll leave after I feed you the medicine, and I'll leave after you sleep. It's not too late."

Su Bailang leaned limply in his arms, the corners of his mouth raised vigorously, trying to control the expression on his face, trying to make himself more natural and not look so embarrassed.

"Qiao Qiao, you're so kind. If he...is half as good as you, then that's fine, and I won't have such a miserable life."

Ye Qiao held his thin hands tightly, and those hands seemed to be warm no matter how warm they were, they were so cold that it was painful to the bone.

Suddenly the person in his arms suddenly smiled violently, his smile was a little crazy, it was scary to look at.

"Su Bailang, what's wrong with you?"

Laughed for a while, it seemed that he had hurt a certain place, the pain made him gasp, and it took him a while to recover, and said leisurely: "I laugh, if I die one day, you still have to worry about me It's funny to think about crying."

"Funny?! What's so funny about this! You'll have to wait a hundred and eighty years before you die! You're so young, why don't you die!"

It seemed to be scolding him, but Ye Qiao felt very uncomfortable.

Su Bailang smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on to this body. I originally thought that when we were old and had nothing to do, we would gather together to drink tea, play chess, and fish in your blue sea... What should life do?" How pleasant..."

Ye Qiao was a little choked up, trying not to let her voice tremble, and hugged the person in her arms tightly, "Don't worry, this day will come."

Su Bailang didn't answer, just closed his eyelids silently, and took a good rest in his arms, he hadn't felt this sense of security for a long time, maybe he hadn't tasted this kind of warmth for a long time, this nap made him feel very comfortable.

The disciple boiled the medicine and brought it up carefully.

Ye Qiao waved his hand lightly, signaling him to go down.

The movement was extremely light, but it still woke up the person in his arms.

Ye Qiao held the medicine bowl in his hand, and blew lightly before delivering the soup to Su Bailang's lips.

He took a sip of the extremely bitter soup, but he only frowned slightly, and swallowed the whole bowl of soup. Compared with the bitterness of the soup, which was hard to swallow, Xiao Ce's attitude towards him was nothing worth mentioning.

After taking the decoction, just as Ye Qiao was about to put him down, Su Bailang grabbed his hand and begged in a weak voice, "Ye Qiao, can you hug me for a while?"

Ye Qiao took him into his arms again.

Su Bailang yearned for that warmth, and drowned in his arms again.

Touching her pale lips, "Qiao Qiao, do I have too many things to do?"

How could Ye Qiao feel that he had a lot to do just because he proposed to hug him again.

"No……"

Su Bailang smiled, "I have one more thing to ask you."

"you say……"

He frowned, as if he was suppressing his discomfort, "Seven or eight students of my Su family signed up earlier and participated in the Fairy Dou Conference. Now that I look like this, I have more energy than I want, and I really can't take them to participate in the Fairy Dou It's the meeting, can you take care of them for me?"

"Can……"

With a "yes", Su Bailang finally had nothing to worry about.

Lying in his arms for a long time, he closed his eyes unconsciously and fell asleep. It was not until the person in his arms was sleeping soundly that Ye Qiao carefully placed him on the bed, covered the quilt carefully, and instructed the disciples who were taking care of him , then turned around and used a royal movement technique to rush towards the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain of the Immortal Dou Conference...

He hurriedly walked halfway, but was stopped by a bolt of purple lightning.

Ye Qiao was nearly hit by the sudden lightning and landed in an unnamed forest.

Just as he was about to step forward, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Junior Brother, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Ye Qiao trembled all over, his expression suddenly became cold, and he turned his head abruptly. Shen Hui was wearing a green wave robe, with his hands folded in front of his chest, leaning against a crooked neck tree, singing and laughing.

"You... are not dead yet!"

Shen Hui raised the corners of his lips, and smiled evilly, "A mere snake venom, Ah Qiao, doesn't really think it can poison me to death?"

"Besides, if I die... Ah Qiao's life will become boring, and Ah Qiao is also reluctant to let me die, brother—"

Ye Qiao gave him a hard look.

Shen Hui looked him up and down, and suddenly grinned and said, "What a coincidence, I didn't expect that today's clothes will collide with Ah Qiao. What is this called? Destiny...it's really a destiny!"

"Don't you think so, my good junior—"

Ye Qiao didn't want to fight with him, it was a waste of time if he won the fight but couldn't kill him, he had to rush to Wanfo Mountain to participate in the Immortal Dou Conference, and he didn't know what was going on with Dong Zhao, so he didn't have the time to entangle him.

Turning around like this, he was about to leave, when Shen Hui suddenly robbed his way again like a thunderbolt.

The corner of the mouth is smiling, but the eyes are approaching with danger, "Ah Qiao...don't rush to leave, long time no see, I really want to talk to you—"