Chapter 145 Back Sack

He didn't die, but he didn't say anything, because there was another person in the room.

Murong Qiudi looked at him with warmth in his eyes. He waved to the man in white and waited for the man in white to retreat before he said to the man with his head down, "Hu Xi, what do you have to say?"

You are actually Hu Xi!

Hu Xi in the fourth son of Jiangnan!

He obviously played Murong yesterday, but today he is already Murong Qiudi's person. How could this happen?

How many stories that we don't know are happening, and how many stories that we don't know have happened?

Hu Xi looked up and looked at Murong Qiudi's eyes full of emotion for his mother. He was not Murong Qiudi's child, but he grew up with Murong Qiudi.

He is the child of the eldest brother of the previous generation of Murong, but he has never seen his father, mother, brothers or friends since he was born. It was not until he was sensible that he realized that it was lucky for him to be alive.

He tried his best to become famous, not for himself, but for the aunt who has been taking care of him and caring for him, Murong Qiudi. No matter what others say about her, in his eyes, she is a perfect and kind woman.

When Murong came to him, he agreed without saying a word.

Murong thought he was for the Murong family, but he knew that what he did was not for the Murong family, but Murong Qiudi!

"This man can't be trusted!" Hu Xi said directly. He said the man in white who went out: "Even if he goes late, he can definitely stop the group in front of people."

"I know." Murong Qiudi lowered her head and looked at Hu Xi and smiled, "Maybe he just doesn't think it's worth wasting his life on a group of people who don't know the bottom."

She didn't explain it to him, but knew that she couldn't touch him.

But Hu Xi was not satisfied with this explanation. He looked at Murong Qiudi and said seriously, "But in fact, he went too fast."

Murong Qiuqi was stunned.

"Do you think Bai Choufei is really dead?" Hu Xi looked at Murong Qiudi and spoke slowly.

"I saw the sword scratch his throat with my own eyes. He was still so many swords on his body, and he was bleeding to death." Murong Qiudi answered, but his eyes began to flash. She knows what the problem is. If Bai Choufei really dies, how can Shenjian Villa retreat so simply?

Hu Xi asked seriously, "If he didn't win the sword, how long would Bai Choufei bleed before he died?"

"Forty minutes!" Murong Qiudi's answer is absolutely correct.

"Is there anyone in this town who can save him within 40 minutes?"

Murong Qiudi didn't answer. Of course, she knew that she could save herself, and several major forces in this town could save it, but Bai Choufei was already in the throat. What's the use of saying this?

Hu Xi looked at Murong Qiudi. He knew what she was thinking, so he sighed and said, "I also saw the sword in Bai Choufei's throat."

"What?"

"When I saw Bai Choufei, I smelled a strange smell of medicine from him. Very, very, very strange. If I hadn't used the medicine often, I would never have found it. Hu Xi thought for a moment before continuing to say, "When I saw the sword in his throat, I remembered what the medicine was for that taste."

"It is a kind of paper. Stick it on your throat to prevent others from scratching the paper in your throat!" Hu Xi doesn't know the name of this kind of paper.

But Murong Qiudi knew that she had stood up, and then she remembered that Bai Choufei had said that if he died, the person who chased Xie Feiying would definitely not be under the Sword Villa!

After a few steps, she sat down and looked at Hu Xi and said, "That kind of paper is called soul-chasing paper, a piece of soul-chasing paper, chasing your own soul."

In a place in a small town, such a sentence is also said, but more detailed than what Murong Qiudi introduced...

"This kind of paper is called soul-chasing paper, a piece of soul-chasing paper, chasing your own soul."

"The earliest time this kind of paper appeared is the time when a little red is rampant in the Central Plains. It's better for this person to be in the throat. No one can stop him. I know that he will find Chu Liuxiang one day, so I prepared this kind of paper a long time ago!"

The speaker was dressed in black and pale, just like a piece of ice. But what he said has already shown that he has a tacit understanding with Chu Liuxiang. Naturally, his identity is Ji Yanbing!

And what he introduced was a woman, a female player!

She sat there and looked at Bai Choufei lying nearby. Bai Choufei is still in a coma, but the wound on his body has been bandaged.

She has no interface, but Ji Yanbing continues to say: "This kind of paper can penetrate into the skin within seven days and integrate with the skin. It can't resist, but it can heal the wound at the moment it is torn."

"What are the side effects?" The female player suddenly asked.

"Of course, how can a medicine be so powerful without side effects? And the medicine prepared for Chu Liuxiang, how can anyone use it? Ji Yanbing sneered at the corners of her mouth.

"After the sword is in the throat, the medicine will play in an instant and seal the throat." Ji Yanbing continued, "It won't affect your speech, but it will be much more difficult to breathe."

If it is much more difficult for a person to breathe, no matter how high the martial arts is, I'm afraid it will also be useless!

There is already anger in the eyes of female players!

"No matter how difficult it is to live, it is better than death, isn't it?" Ji Yanbing's words make sense.

It makes sense that the female player does not hesitate to signal him to get out!

When Ji Yanbing came out of this place, she looked at Bai Choufei with pity in her eyes.

When Bai Chou woke up, he didn't see the pity in her eyes, but only saw her drinking tea beside him.

Bai Choufei did not ask where he was, but also asked what had happened. He just looked at the female player who appeared and smiled, "Why are you here?"

He got up hard and didn't mind that the wound on his body was bleeding again. He sat opposite her and looked at her: "How are you doing?"

The female player did not stop him, because she knew that Bai Choufei didn't care about something, but she also cared about something.

"I'm fine." There was a smile on her face, but immediately there was no smile on her face: "But you seem to be very bad."

Bai Chou smiled and didn't explain anything. He just nodded and said, "As long as you are good!"

The female player finally had an incessive smile on her face. She is not very beautiful. Her eyes are a little big, her nose is a little straight, and her hair is simply short. It makes people feel reliable when she doesn't smile, but it makes people feel warm when she smiles.

Bai Choufei is already laughing. He is really happy!

After laughing for a while, the female player said, "I haven't heard from you for a long time. When I heard the name Bai Choufei, I thought it was you. As a result, my notoriety scared me. If I hadn't seen your portrait, I really didn't know it was really you."

Bai Choufei smiled bitterly: "People in the world can't help themselves."

"I know three people become tigers, but you have to explain the head around your waist to me." The tone of the female player has been serious.

She was happy because of their meeting, but she didn't give up her own principles because they hadn't seen each other for a long time. What she insists on will never change because of the rotation of time.

Of course, Bai Choufei knew her personality, and she knew that she would never change, so she took out her head directly from her waist and put it next to them.

"This head is my friend's. He is a player." Bai Choufei sighed, "Because of one thing I have, he was cut off his head and handed it to me."

"I can't leave his head there, I can't bury it, let alone find a random place to deal with it." Bai Choufei's explanation was very strange and serious: "So I have to take his head on my body and prepare to deal with him."

"What's the result?"

"As a result, he didn't see it." Bai Choufei smiled bitterly: "I can't tell him that this is his head. It doesn't look good on my waist, does it?

This is simply an explanation that no one believes, but this female player believes it. Because she knows how to fly.

She nodded and looked at Bai Choufei with worry in her eyes. She didn't want to tell Bai Choufei about his throat problem. She even preferred Bai Choufei to have changed. She didn't want to tell Bai Choufei by herself. She knew that Bai Choufei would never start over because of this matter, even if he was just a player.

"What's the matter?" Bai Choufei was stunned. His left hand had grabbed the knife, and his eyebrows had frowned: "Who bullied you? What's the matter?"

"Don't worry, you tell me!" Bai Choufei has got up. He doesn't allow anyone to bully her!

She opened her mouth but didn't say anything.

Bai Chou was quiet. He was about to open his mouth when he heard what the outside said...

"She just doesn't want to tell you bad news."

The people outside did not come in, but continued to say outside: "Although the soul-chasing paper has saved your life, it also makes your breathing as natural as before. Although your martial arts have not regressed, you can only play 50% at most."

The female player's eyes when she looked at Bai Choufei already felt guilty. She couldn't even bear to look at Bai Choufei anymore.

After hearing this, Bai Choufei was stunned and said with a smile, "We haven't seen each other for a long time. I forgot to tell you that I have practiced Chu Xiangshuai's skills, and I can breathe with the skin of my whole body."

He looked at the crystal female player who suddenly appeared in his eyes and wiped it off with a smile: "It's okay. It's really okay. Even if I can only carry a sack to live, I'm still worried for nothing!"