Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

He held Ye Qiao's hand tightly with one hand, gripped the quilt under him tightly with his knuckles white, and almost gritted his silver teeth.

The biting cheek was sour, after a burst of pain, he was about to take a breath, and the severe pain swept over him again, tossing him, making him really unbearable.

Ye Qiao's face turned pale and he was at a loss, he thought that the only person Su Bailang could rely on now was his scumbag father who was looking for flowers and asking Liu outside, he had to find Xiao Ce back!

"Bailang, just wait, I'll go get Xiao Ce back."

Su Bailang held his hand tightly, his face and neck were covered with sweat, his slightly trembling long eyelashes were wet and tangled together, his bitten lips trembled, "Ye Qiao... stay with me, even if you ask him to come... It's useless, but it's more annoying..."

"hold me--"

Ye Qiao hugged his upper body in his arms, Su Bailang seemed to have some support, his body pressed against his chest tightly, and there was a support for exerting strength.

"Ahhh-"

There were screams from the lower part of the throat, which made people tremble with fear.

The bed beneath him trembled.

He thought it was not difficult, very simple... How could he think that it would be such a tormenting person, the pain was so painful that he couldn't help it every day, and the ground was so bad that it almost killed him.

"It hurts... Ye Qiao - it hurts so much -"

The tearing pain surged like a flood, without giving him any time to breathe.

At this moment, he really felt that he had stepped into the Palace of Hades with one leg.

Ye Qiao hugged him tightly, the person in his arms was as cold as ice.

"Su Bailang, you have to hold on."

Su Bailang gritted his teeth, the clothes all over his body could wring out water, "I want to... really want to..."

He tore the bed sheet with his hands, and the continuous pain became more intense.

The black and red blood pierced the eyeballs and hurt.

Su Bailang's eyes gradually blurred, his sweaty cheeks were haggard, and it seemed that all the strength and painstaking efforts in his body were about to be exhausted.

"Ye Qiao... Am I being cheap, for someone who doesn't love me... This is probably the biggest... joke in the world..."

He's like a stranded fish right now.

"Ye Qiao..." The trembling voice was already dead.

Ye Qiao hugged him helplessly, "I'm here, I'm here."

Su Bailang was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to scream, the shadows in front of him were in a trance, his sanity began to slacken, and he couldn't even hear his mother-in-law's screams.

There is no power to parry at all.

Ye Qiao hung two fingers together between his brows, pouring a steady stream of spiritual power into his body.

Su Bailang was supported by that spiritual power, he couldn't help comforting himself, after this calamity he would make peace with Xiao Ce and never see him again.

His hands were strangling the sheet beneath him.

"Must hold on! Must hold on...must..."

The pain almost knocked him out. If Ye Qiao hadn't desperately poured spiritual power into his body, he would have passed out countless times.

At that moment, he knew that all the pain was worth it, and the joy of victory and the unprecedented sense of relief rushed over him.

How much he looks forward to being safe and sound...

Su Bailang only felt a chill and pain all over his body, and a sense of helplessness swept over his body.

The heart-piercing colic, as if all the flesh and blood had been thrown into a meat grinder and crushed.

His tired eyelids gradually closed, and he lay in Ye Qiao's arms exhausted, feeling his life being pulled away little by little...

……sorry……

"Su Bailang! Wake up! Wake up!"

Ye Qiao gritted his teeth and poured spiritual power into the center of his brows. The fresh spiritual power desperately awakened the sleeping spiritual power, and Su Bailang slowly opened his eyes.

"what--"

A scream piercing the sky exhausted all his blood and strength.

The screams that day became the day the Xiao family dared not recall the most.

The Xiao family sent many disciples to look for Xiao Ce, after all, it is the one in the family but wandering outside the gate of hell, not there, it is really outrageous.

All the disciples searched all over the flower shops he frequented, but they couldn't find him.

Until on the way to Su's house, I saw his drunken figure in the eight hundred miles of bamboo sea.

Xiao family disciples hurried forward.

Seeing Xiao Ce staring drunkenly at the bamboo sea in front of him in a daze, he hurriedly said: "Master! It's not good! Patriarch Su..."

The moment those two words hit his ears, Xiao Ce's wine instantly sobered up.

He hurriedly got up from the ground and dropped the wine jar in his hand.

His expression suddenly became tense, and he grabbed the disciple, "What did you say!"

He had always been indifferent and didn't care about himself, he had never seen such a flustered look on his face, and the disciple was also trembling with fright.

"It's not that it's only a few days... why all of a sudden..."

The disciple flinched and said: "Su... Patriarch Su, he came out to dry his clothes alone, and fell down..."

Xiao Ce red-eyed and said angrily: "Didn't you tell him not to let him do these jobs, how did you bunch of trash take care of them!"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Ce pushed him away, and when he was in a hurry to go home, he accidentally stepped on a cut-off sharp bamboo, which instantly penetrated from the sole of his foot to the instep, and the bloody tip of the bamboo was still hanging Most of the skin and flesh are exposed.

"Master!" The disciple looked horrified, and stepped forward to help.

"Go away!"

Xiao Ce roared angrily, gritted his teeth and pulled them out forcefully, a big hole was poked in his foot, and blood gushed out continuously, he ran away enduring the severe pain, leaving countless bloody people in the Babaili Bamboo Sea footprints...

Xiao Ce galloped towards the mountain villa, the bloody footprints left by the snow on the hillside were particularly eye-catching.

Every time you take a step, blood bubbles will burst out of the blood hole, which is frightening to watch.

He ran into the courtyard without any slack, but accidentally fell to the ground. The disciple was so frightened that he hurriedly helped him up. He was usually calm and calm, but he was so flustered and absent-minded.

"Master...Master!"

Xiao Ce's face was solemn, his brows were tightly frowned, he didn't know if it was because of the injury and pain of his feet, or he was worried about the person in the room who almost gave his life for him.

He grabbed the disciple next to him, the worry and fear on his face were obvious, "What happened to the people inside?!"

He gritted his teeth and said urgently: "What about him! How is he!?"

"Patriarch Su's blood collapse was at a critical moment, fortunately, the divine doctor Yumian came, and Master Ye took care of him. His life is not in danger. It's just...he lost a lot of blood. Whether he wakes up or not depends on destiny."

The words "Everything depends on the destiny" were like icicles piercing into his heart hard, and it hurt from the cold.

He struggled to get up, but he couldn't stand still, staggered and fell to the ground again. His knee hit the corner of the stone table heavily, almost knocking his kneecaps open. He gritted his teeth and endured a heart-rending pain. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Help me in."