"He Yu?"
The girl raised her head, the breeze brushed her eyebrows, her eyes were dark and her eyebrows were crooked: "Is that you? He Yu."
A gust of sweet summer wind blew, and the figure floated, with nothing under his palms.
He Yu took two steps back and stood still: "I did find out some of the things you mentioned...other than that, do you have any other predictions?"
Xihe: "..."
Sitting there with his head bowed, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the hem of his skirt: "What are you referring to?"
I kind of regret saying that I had predicted it. According to this trend, is it possible that she will follow the path of a divine fortune teller in the future? Do we still have to make up a master? Or maybe a miracle comes from heaven and she has a great opportunity?
Emmmm, just thinking about it, I know there will be endless trouble.
He Yu's sharp eyes narrowed: "There are rumors in the world that those who obtain the 'Ascension to Immortal Spectrum' can prove that the sword will ascend. What do you think about this?"
Although it is a legend that has been circulating for hundreds of years, it has become more and more popular recently. Some people have even set their sights on Luoyun Villa, saying: Luoyun Villa produces a swordsman master every hundred years, and it must be the result of the Ascending Immortal Book!
Of course, most senior executives would not believe this nonsense.
But he just needs to know from her whether someone will take the opportunity to cause trouble and what will be the result? Since you can predict things, you can't just know your own affairs but not the big things in the world, right?
He Yu's eyes fell on the girl's slender, white neck.
Xihe:......
What do I think? You might as well ask Yuan Fang.
Xihe dug at her skirt distressedly, not sure if she wanted to play the role of the fortune teller? The most important thing is that this bitch is so indifferent to her now. If something happens...
He Yu frowned slightly: "Why didn't you reply?"
"My, my feet hurt."
Xihe raised his head, his eyes welling up with tears: "He Yu, my feet hurt so much~ Can you help me take a look?"
Damn it, let's just let her get through it.
He Yu subconsciously looked at her feet. Xihe didn't wear any shoes, and there was a little blood on the ankles of the white socks... He strode forward and stared at the ankles: "Isn't it already scabbed?"
Xihe sobbed and said pitifully: "I don't know."
In fact, it was because she was sexually clean and had been in the water many times, so the wound had not healed well, and it became more serious after another torment.
He Yu pursed her lips and said nothing. She stepped forward and raised her hand to take off her socks. In the process, she accidentally pulled the wound. Xihe's face turned pale instantly and she couldn't help shaking her trembling legs: "It hurts."
He twitched his legs and tried to shrink back, but He Yu held him down: "Don't move!"
With a solemn face, he took off his socks little by little.
The hideous wound was torn and exposed with flesh and blood. He Yu's fingertips trembled. For a person who usually couldn't move his eyelids when blood splattered on him, he didn't know how to start for the first time.
He Yu took a deep breath: "I'll give you medicine."
Holding her leg, he took out wound healing powder from his pocket and lightly sprinkled it on the wound.
After cleaning it, I went to look at Ling Yi's foot again. The situation was indeed similar. He sprinkled medicine on everything and said, "It's ready."
When he didn't get a response, he turned around and looked. The girl lay prone on the mat, her eyes closed tightly, her head was sweating profusely in pain, and a few tears oozed from the corners of her eyes, but she bit her lip and remained silent.
He Yu's lip line straightened and his face tightened. After a long pause, he stood up, picked him up by the waist, and entered the house.
Xihe hugged his neck and buried her head in his arms, her body trembling slightly.
The room was empty, the bed was placed in a corner, the quilt was crookedly folded, and there were many deep and shallow blood stains on the wall and floor that had long since solidified. He Yu felt depressed. When he was pulled by the corner of his clothes again, he did not pull away cruelly.
