Chapter 20 Resign once

At dawn, Lin Qian looked at the bandaged wound and was ready to drag the brocade put aside to cover Xiaohuan, but suddenly found that the ink trousers originally worn on Xiaohuan had also disappeared. Xiaohuan lay naked like this. Lin Qian was stunned and quickly covered Xiaohuan with a quilt and muttered, "What's wrong with an injury? I don't even have clothes!"

Lin Qian got up and rubbed his cold hands and prepared to go back to his room to sleep. But as soon as she opened the door, the cold came to her face. She looked back at the dead Xiaohuan, sighed, returned to her room to move the charcoal fire, blew out the candles and lay down at the table and dozed off.

It was not until someone brought breakfast that Lin Qian woke up. She rubbed her sore shoulders and took the breakfast into Xiaohuan's room and took two bites casually. After that, she got up and walked to the couch and looked at Xiaohuan condescendingly. Suddenly, she thought that if this guy was willing to be his little man, her business at this moment should have How nice!

I have to say that Xiao Huan's appearance is unparalleled in the world. His nose is straight with distinct edges and corners. Although his thin lips are bloodless, his lips are very beautiful, and his eyelashes are thick and curly, which makes Lin Qian envious. Lin Qian can't help recalling how his closed eyes are at this moment.

Just as Lin Qian stood by the couch and looked motionless at Xiaohuan's face and imagine his business, Xiaohuan suddenly opened his eyes and the bloodthirsty red light flashed away.

Before Lin Qian reacted, his neck had been pinched in Xiaohuan's hand, and his back hit the wall, with a slight pain.

Xiaohuan narrowed his eyes and looked at Lin Qian. He knew that as long as he exerted a little effort, the woman's hatred with him would end, but he did not know where he was and was seriously injured. It would not be wise to do it rashly at this moment.

Lin Qian had already foreseen such a situation, so he quickly entered the play, and tears slipped out of his eyes and fell on Xiaohuan's hand holding her neck. The hot tears made Xiaohuan subconsciously let go of his hand, but he pinched it again, but the next second he was completely confused by Lin Qian's behavior.

Lin Qian did not look at Xiaohuan's face, let alone care about the hand holding her neck, but carefully reached out and touched the gauze wrapped around Xiaohuan's chest, as if talking to himself, "How could you... get hurt..."

Xiao Huan loosened his containment of Lin Qian, dodged and dodged Lin Qian's gentle touch. He looked at Lin Qian doubtfully, his eyes were puzzled.

"How did you get hurt? Tell me." Lin Qian looked at Xiaohuan's face and deliberately ignored Xiaohuan's still strong body and asked.

"It has nothing to do with you." Xiao Huan walked to the couch despite Lin Qian's question and pulled off the edge of the bed and wrapped it around him.

"How can it have nothing to do with me!" Lin Qian walked to Xiaohuan without hesitation and said angrily, "I can leave you alone, but I won't allow others to hurt you!"

"Oh?" Xiaohuan didn't understand the intention of Lin Qian's words. After flashing a safe distance again, he looked at Lin Qian and asked casually, "What does this mean?"

"You are my man, and I will naturally avenge you!"

"What...what?" Xiaohuan can't say how she feels at this moment. After living for so long, this is the only woman who speaks like this. Although there are many beautiful women around him, they are all for asylum and can only be said to be his woman, but Lin Qian said that he is his man. This different statement has some different touches in Xiaohuan's heart.

"Who the hell did it? Tell me." Lin Qian thought about it as early as when he drugged Xiaohuan. Xiaohuan was injured on the way because he wanted to avenge her. It must have little effect on pretending to be pitiful. It's better to do the opposite. Preconceived and make Xiaohuan can't figure it out, so that she can save herself.

According to Shuangwu, Xiaohuan really can't die, but she is not willing to let herself die easily.

"It's just a few Taoist priests... I've been killed." Xiaohuan really didn't understand what Lin Qian was thinking.

"How can you hurt yourself..." Lin Qian approached Xiaohuan again, helped Xiaohuan sit down and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"No...it hurts..." Xiaohuan doesn't understand what's going on with this woman's gentleness at this moment.

"Let me change the medicine for you." Lin Qian said and took the medicine left by the double dance from one side and was ready to remove the gauze.

"Wait a minute." Xiaohuan avoided Lin Qian's hand, got up and looked at Lin Qian sitting by the bed. He narrowed his eyes and said, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Me?" Lin Qian looked at Xiaohuan puzzledly and got up and said, "Of course it's to help you heal your wounds. Lie down quickly. Didn't you see your wound bleeding?"

"Lin Qian, you'd better not play tricks." Xiaohuan avoided Lin Qian again and wanted to hold his hand.

"Do you think I'm playing tricks?" Lin Qian seemed to have been wronged. Tears fell down, clenched the corners of his clothes, and said pitifully, "Okay, okay, okay! I'm just playing tricks! Then can you lie down and have a good rest first? The wound is bleeding..."

Lin Qian seemed to have suffered a great grievance. She put the medicine on the bed and retreated to the wall and slowly squatted on the ground. She said with tears in her eyes, "Take the medicine yourself. I'll hide away... OK..."

"You..." Xiaohuan intuitively thought that this woman was dangerous and no one could touch his blood, but this woman could bandage him with medicine, which was a threat to Xiaohuan, but... Lin Qian just said that he was her man... Can he believe Lin Qian...

Xiaohuan doesn't know if he can believe Lin Qian, but when he thinks about it, although he is injured, it is not a problem to deal with a small vegetable snake without Neidan. There should be no problem to believe it again. As for the thing that was sold like last time, Lin Qian must not dare not do it.

"Get up." Xiaohuan walked to Lin Qian and stretched out his hand and said, "I'll believe you again."

Lin Qian raised his head, grabbed Xiaohuan's outstretched hand, got up and touched his tears and said, "Let me help you with medicine."

Xiao Huan answered, walked to the edge of the bed and threw the mantle wrapped around him on the ground. Lin Qian subconsciously closed her eyes. She was really worried that she would get a needle eye if she saw too much of Xiaohuan's body.

"Drug it." Xiaohuan looked at Lin Qian with his eyes closed and smiled and opened the gauze. Although the wound was not deep, there was no trace of healing. Xiaohuan looked at the bleeding wound, curled his lips, and actually hurt his snake scales, damn Taoist priest!

Lin Qian slightly opened his eyes and saw Xiaohuan wearing trousers. He neatly helped Xiaohuan put aside the blood-stained gauze and carefully put on the medicine without any carelessness. This is not only the snake king, but the snake king who has long had a grudge. If a slight mistake is seen through his impatience, I'm afraid his life will be over.

"Are you ready to go back to the snake world with me?" Xiaohuan looked at Lin Qian, who was close at hand, and asked by the way.

"Ah?" Lin Qian stopped moving his hand and looked at Xiaohuan in surprise. Then he lowered his head and took medicine honestly and did not answer.