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

But at such a critical moment, Jiang Yufeng felt that he was suddenly pulled into someone's arms, and the hairpin flew towards his ear, and then nailed deeply into the tree trunk behind him.

The tree shook suddenly, and suddenly turned into a wisp of gray smoke, which immediately dissipated in the wind.

Jiang Yufeng was startled, and immediately raised his head to look at Song Bihui, but saw that Song Bihui was frowning tightly at this time, and there was a wound on his shoulder that was constantly oozing blood.

It's just that he happened to be wearing black clothes today, so he could only see the dark color on the sleeve expanding.

Then, a drop of blood fell to the ground.

"Ah!" Jiang Yufeng only felt anger in his heart at the moment, seeing that the hairpin behind him was still trembling slightly as if dying, and when he waved his hand, the thunder curse had already struck the hairpin.

"Calm down." Song Bihui held him in his arms, but because of his injuries, he felt groggy and couldn't exert much energy, so he could only whisper in his ear.

Zhong Yaoye was startled by the sudden noise, and just as he went out, the sky and the earth suddenly went dark, and the dense clouds seemed to kill the sun at its most glorious moment.

The thunder in the clouds shook, and the thunder, like a silver dragon, had already lit up the yard palely, so she had no choice but to call a talisman to stop her, but she was still shaken by the aftermath.

Why does this disciple have such strong spiritual power! ?

But now that she is in a hurry, she doesn't have time to think about so many things, so she can only coax Jiang Yufeng in a hurry, "Jiang Chuan calm down, this hairpin ruins all the clues!"

But Jiang Yufeng just lowered his eyes, and covered Song Bihui's bleeding wound with trembling hands. At the moment, because of excessive emotional fluctuations, his chest heaved a little quickly.

At this moment, his eyes are cold, and even people feel panic when looking at them.

He himself didn't know why he was so irrational now, if it was him who hurt him at this moment, he would still be as calm as ever.

But now when he saw Song Bihui's wound and the man's frown, he suddenly felt his mind go blank.

Fuck the reason, he just wants to tear the culprit into pieces.

He gritted his teeth immediately, staring at Zhong Yaoye until Zhong Yaoye felt guilty, so he quickly locked up all the hairpins with talismans and put them into storage bags.

Come on, out of sight, out of mind, it's still a little tricky without clues.She thought secretly, grabbed the bag and slipped aside.

If Song Bihui hadn't stopped him at this moment, he would not have let it go.

"It's okay, it's okay, come into the room and let me see the wound." Zhong Yaoye hurriedly greeted Zhong Huaixu, "Go get some hot water."

Zhong Huaixu nodded immediately and quickly went to do it.

"Curse." Jiang Yufeng sat at the table and spoke softly.

He thought it was just poison at first, but the poison would not turn the tree into gray smoke out of thin air. He couldn't help frowning when he saw Song Bihui's pale face.

Zhong Yaoye let out a deep "hmm", threw the blood-soaked gauze into the basin, and said to Song Bi, "I'm going to cut off the rotten flesh around the wound for you, it might hurt a bit."

This is some pain?Ordinary people can faint from pain.

Jiang Yufeng got up a little uneasy, but was pushed back by Zhong Huaixu on the side.

"Good job, Huai Xu, watch him carefully, both of them are not sober now."

Zhong Yaoye wiped the silver knife in his hand, lowered his eyes and didn't look at him, but gently pressed the knife to the rotten skin around Song Bihui's wound.

The sharp blade cut it instantly.

"Don't talk nonsense." Song Bihui's voice was still cold, "If you can't do it, let me do it myself."

Zhong Yaoye didn't pay attention to what the man said, but quickly cut open the meat, cleaned up the carrion, and bled him.

The black blood dripped all the way down the arm into the tub.

Ming Jiang Yufeng gritted his teeth.

But Song Bihui's eyes remained calm throughout the whole process, as if the knife hadn't been cut on him.

"That Taoist priest is so ruthless. I thought that today should be almost over, but I didn't expect him to take a trick."

Zhong Yaoye spoke slowly, and applied the medicine in the bottle to Song Bihui's wound, then wrapped it tightly with a bandage, and asked, "Don't exercise your arm too much in the near future."

But Song Bihui just "hummed" coldly, as if he disliked Zhong Yaoye for being too talkative, which gave him a headache.

"I don't know what curse you are under for the time being, but it seems that that person just wants to disgust you, and doesn't want to kill you now. You can wait and see later, as long as you don't want to eat people."

Zhong Yaoye wiped the silver knife carefully, and said to Jiang Yufeng, who was sitting at the table with an uneasy face, "You don't have to blame yourself, Jiang Chuan, this person asked for it all. You can't stay here forever, you have to watch him carefully, I don't know what will happen to him in the future, maybe one day he will suddenly rush to the street to chase people."

Song Bihui raised his head to look at him when he heard the sound, and the two looked at each other, but they were silent.