Chapter 1305 Immortals cannot become immortals (63)
Auntieâs wrist canât be compared with the experienced Baijiao.
When Bai Zhan interrogated the prisoners, he used endless methods.
Auntieâs hand holding the flute was trembling, and tears couldnât stop falling down.
âYou, donât force it nowâ¦â
Bai Zan snorted coldly: âDidnât you force me all this time? When you concealed my gender, you just wanted to make your life better? Now that life is better, are you afraid of me again?â
âMy aunt never told my father my gender for nineteen years. Why, tell me now, do you think you can still struggle? Let me tell you, and please tell my father, itâs impossible.â
Auntie cried and said: âI canât help it! He wants you to marry a wife, I canât see you delaying other girls! It will be exposed.â
The flute and sword in her hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Bai Chan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and clapped his hands twice: âAuntie is really kind⦠But, Auntie, do you know how many people I have killed? In Dali Temple, how many people were driven crazy by me, Auntie , you and my father give me peace of mind, donât make me angry. My colleagues call me âYan Luo with a jade faceâ, I think, you donât want to see it.â
Bai Zan said loudly: âXianning, take Madam back to her room to rest, and wish Madam Li Liu to take good care of Auntie, so nothing can be lost.â
Xian Ning just came in, her gaze fell on Bai Chanâs bleeding hand: âMy lordâ¦â
Seeing Bai Chanâs eyes, Xian Ning closed her mouth again, walked over respectfully, and blessed her body: âAuntie, please.â
Auntie also knew there was nothing she could do. I had no choice but to wipe away my tears, clutching my handkerchief and going out.
Bai Zhu picked up his sword flute, took a handkerchief and wrapped it casually, wiped his sword flute clean, and put it away.
Her actions like this put even more psychological pressure on my aunt.
Itâs just that this handâ¦
How will I explain to Liu Sang-hwa later?
I didnât expect so much when I started.
Asking Qiu Yu to clean the house, Bai Zhan hesitated outside the house before going in. The back of the injured hand was behind him, and the handkerchief was already stained red and soaked in blood.
Liu Xiangheâs eyes were not friendly: âWhy did you go out and hesitate to come in?â
Bai Ju felt a little guilty: âXianghe, there is a small box in my bedside cabinet, can you bring it to me?â
Liu Xianghe gave her a strange look: âItâs cold outside, what is Zishu doing here? Come here to warm your hands, Iâll bring you the box right away.â
Yu Xianghe walked to the screen, sniffed it suddenly: âThe smell of bloodâ¦â
Liu Xiangheâs complexion changed, and he hurried over: âZi Shu, they hurt you again? Let me seeâ¦â
Bai Juan explained: âThey didnât hurt you, go get the medicine box quickly.â
Liu Xianghe turned to get the medicine box, and Bai Chan sat down calmly.
Liu Xianghe brought the medicine box, only to see Bai Chanâs hand tied with a handkerchief, and the handkerchief was dripping blood.
Liu Xiangheâs face was gloomy and terrible: âWhy are you injured so badly? Your parents are really good! Why are you so honest? Donât you know how to hide?â
Bai Juâs voice was much lower: âI hurt it myself.â
Yoo Sang-hwa: â!!â
Wanted to blame her, but couldnât bear it.
Yoo Sang-hwa had no choice but to open the medicine box without saying a word. After finding the medicine to be used, she untied her handkerchief, sprinkled the medicine on the wound, and bandaged Baijiao with Subeiâs bandaging technique.
âZi Shu, with such a serious injury, you must take good care of it recently.â
Yoo Sang-hwa finally put down a very soft and slow tone.
Not willing to say a serious word.
She was hurt, he didnât know what happened, and he couldnât blame her.
(end of this chapter)