After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

An hour later, Jiang Yufeng was in a daze, and felt someone walking slowly from the corridor, and then pushed the door open.

He raised his eyelids and saw Song Bihui's clothes that hooked the fire unicorn, and then closed his eyes again with confidence.

He felt that panacidic water was constantly pouring out from the cracks in his bones, as if his whole body had fallen into an ice cellar, and now he didn't even want to move a finger.

I can also feel that Song Bihui slowly came over and sat on the head of his bed, and then gently helped him up from the brocade quilt.

At that moment, Jiang Yufeng felt a gust of cold wind pouring in instantly, so cold that he subconsciously grabbed the quilt and wanted to shrink in again.

But Song Bihui didn't let him go back at all, instead he pulled him out of the quilt ruthlessly, and said coldly, "Get up and drink the medicine."

"Do you want to poison me to death?" Jiang Yufeng frowned in pain and spoke nonsense.

"Yes." Song Bihui answered him seriously, and put the bowl of medicinal soup to his mouth, "I've even thought about what flowers to plant in front of your grave."

"So I still have a grave." He slightly opened his eyes, as if they were covered with a layer of mist, which made him see a little unclearly.

The corners of his eyes were faintly red, he only gently held Song Bihui's hand, and obediently finished the bowl of bitter medicine that made people tremble.

"I didn't expect you to be quite self-aware." Song Bihui seemed to be somewhat satisfied. He casually stuffed a candied fruit into the mouth of Jiangyu, who was frowning with bitterness, got up and put the empty bowl on the table. "I said don't cause trouble, but you are very powerful, directly hurt yourself."

Jiang Yufeng had nothing to say. Although Song Bihui was not forgiving, he was absolutely benevolent to him up to now, even a little gentle.

It's good to have an apprentice.He suddenly thought in a trance.

Originally, from the beginning to the end, he was just sorry for Song Bihui.

It's a pity that he obviously doesn't know what he did in the past, but he has to clean up the mess in this place.

Thinking of this, he was full of grievances.Maybe it's because he's not feeling well right now, which made him a little depressed.

"Song Bihui." He stretched out his hand and gently grabbed the person beside him. The high fever made him not conscious at the moment, so he could only mumble softly, "I'm sorry..."

as if in a whisper...

He didn't know whether he was apologizing for the sweet porridge this morning, or for what he did in the past.

It doesn't matter anymore.

But Song Bihui, who was sitting on the bedside, suddenly smiled lowly, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly opened his mouth, "I don't forgive you, I will wait for you, and slowly pay back what I owe me."

Jiang Yufeng subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and let out a deep "hmm", the end of which fell into the misty wind.

This time, Song Bihui didn't go out again, but just sat silently by the bed and guarded him.

Jiang Yufeng could feel that this person was watching him, but this inexplicable sense of security made him very quickly drawn into the vortex called dreamland.

The rain finally came.

The wind engulfed the rain stars, slapping randomly on the window lattice and the leaves in the courtyard, as if there was an endless momentum, and the struggle and screaming were intensified with great force, and the sun was also drowned by the heavy clouds that were about to fall. dark color.

But inside the house is quiet and harmonious.

Jiang Yufeng's soft and gentle breathing fell on the pillow, and the phalanx he was holding fell out of his hand unconsciously, and Song Bihui picked it up.

Just as he was looking down at the phalanx quietly, a ghost figure hanging in the air was already standing in the corner.

It was the crooked old woman yesterday.

Sure enough, she came to her door. This time, her goal was very clear, which was Jiang Yufeng.

Song Bihui didn't raise his eyes at all, although his tone seemed to be talking about ordinary things, but what he said made people shudder.

"If you dare to touch a single hair of his, I will make you die on the spot."

The old woman flinched in fright, and said quietly, "Please... my finger bones... give me back..."

"Repay you?" Song Bihui smiled, "Why?"

The old woman paused for a moment, then stretched out a hand tremblingly, the ring finger of that hand was indeed broken, it was the one in Song Bihui's hand.

"It's not impossible to return it to you. But you first harmed the woodcutter, and then made my disciple like this. Do you think I will take advantage of you so much?"

The old woman was silent for a long time before she opened her mouth quietly, "What do you want... rich... woman... or someone... to fall in love with you...or, who do you want to die?"

Hearing this, Song Bihui seemed to be a little interested, "Do you think I need someone to fall in love with me? Or do you think that with my strength, I can't let the person I hate die?"

"You..." But the old woman shook her head and spoke again. The hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded in the room as if paper was being scraped, "There is a deep emotional barrier, what you love is what you hate...you can't love... ..."

"Ah!" Song Bihui's eyes widened suddenly.