Do you still want to escape?

Lin Qingbai didn't say a word, it was only after a long time that she stood up with one hand on the ground, staggered and walked back the way she came.

Liang Yaochu hurriedly followed behind Lin Qingbai.

Lin Qingbai's figure was haggard, and he took two steps in white clothes, as if he was going to be blown away by the wind.

Liangyao Chu looked terrified, afraid that Lin Qingbai would faint as he walked, but he didn't expect him to walk to the Demon Emperor's palace in a daze.

Before walking to the dormitory far away, heard a loud bang from inside.

There was the clatter of bottles and cans being smashed, followed by Yan Qiusi's furious voice.

"Who let it go!!! Who is it!!!"

"If you can't find him, I will tear you all to pieces!!!"

"Come on!!!"

The people standing outside the hall also shrank their heads, everyone was in danger.

Fang Hua stood in front of the corridor outside the hall, rubbing his hands and walking back and forth flusteredly, his face pale with fright.

Lin Qingbai came staggeringly from a distance, and it was unknown which little guard saw Lin Qingbai first.

Suddenly shouted: "Is that Immortal Venerable!!!"

Fang Hua raised her head abruptly, and saw a person approaching in the distance. The wind was blowing his white clothes, making his figure look thin.

Fanghua immediately saw that it was Lin Qingbai. As if she was about to receive an amnesty, she immediately turned around and said to the person behind her, "Quick!!! Go and inform the king!"

Saying that, Fanghua rushed to Lin Qingbai in two steps, and said to Lin Qingbai in a hurry: "Xianzun! Where are you going! You are killing the king so anxiously!!!"

"..."

Lin Qingbai did not speak.

It was only then that Fanghua noticed that Lin Qingbai's face was pale, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red, and her clothes, which were always clean and dust-free, were stained with dust. The most important thing was that Lin Qingbai's hands didn't know what had happened.Blood dripped drop by drop.

Fang Hua looked terrified, and was about to continue asking, but Lin Qingbai's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his eyes were fixed on the distance.

Fanghua looked in the direction of his gaze, Yan Qiusi was already standing outside the bedroom, the wind blew the sand around him, and also the black hem of his clothes.

He was like a raging lion, with the hostility of a madman several times, clenched his hands into fists, but when he saw Lin Qingbai, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, and looked at Lin Qingbai step by step with blood-red eyes.walked towards him.

"Master..."

Yan Qiusi yelled in a low voice, and ran towards Lin Qingbai with big strides, bringing with him the wind and dust all over his body. Before everyone could react, he bent down and hugged Lin Qingbai with his big hands.

A gust of wind blew by, Lin Qingbai's body was as thin as a veil, thin and thin in Yan Qiusi's generous arms, and was wrapped around his waist, as if he was afraid that he would lose him.

This time Lin Qingbai did not resist, but relying on Yan Qiusi's strength, resting his head on his little apprentice's shoulder, wrapping his slender hands around Yan Qiusi's neck.

Sensing that Lin Qingbai's physical condition was not right, Yan Qiusi couldn't care about anything else, walked quickly towards the bedroom, and said loudly to others: "Call the doctor! Call the doctor!!!"

The servants reacted immediately, ran around and dispersed, and those who went to call the doctor called the doctor, followed Yan Qiusi behind Yan Qiusi.

Yan Qiusi kicked open the palace door, ran to the bed with Lin Qingbai in his arms, and carefully put Lin Qingbai on the bed.

He raised his hands and stroked away the sweaty hair on Lin Qingbai's face, and looked back and forth at Lin Qingbai's body, for fear that Lin Qingbai would be seriously injured.

He didn't blame Lin Qingbai for running away secretly, nor was he angry that Lin Qingbai made him anxious, but looked at Lin Qingbai's pale face, the hostility in his eyes disappeared.

Until Yan Qiusi saw Lin Qingbai's bloody hand, his eyes turned blood red, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Master, what's wrong with you..."

Lin Qingbai was leaning against the head of the bed, her face was pale, she looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, and did not speak.

Yan Qiusi squatted beside Lin Qingbai's bed,

Rarely did not continue to ask.

He lowered his head, supported the bed curtain with one hand, closed his eyes, took two deep breaths, turned around and shouted to the servants behind him: "Bring the medicinal wine!"

The servant immediately went to look for medicinal wine in a panic, and then brought over the medicine tray, which contained medicinal wine, pliers, bandages and other things.

The servant squatted aside and raised his hand to bandage Lin Qingbai, but Yan Qiusi grabbed the medicine tray and said in a low voice, "Get lost!"

The servant trembled, frightened as if he had seen a ghost, his hands shook twice and he left with his head down.

Yan Qiusi took the medicine tray, and half-kneeled in front of Lin Qingbai, holding Lin Qingbai's hand carefully with both hands, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty.

Lin Qingbai's hands are different from his. The two of them have also fought in the battlefield. His hands are full of calluses, wounds, and torn, while Lin Qingbai's fingers are slender, like onion tips.Generally white and tender.

In the mortal world, Yan Qiusi liked to hold his master's hand when he was young.

Master's hands are always cold, but they are very strong when holding him.

Now those white fingers were covered with shards of glass, and the cuts were bloody.

Yan Qiusi held Lin Qingbai's hand tightly, raised his hand and picked up the pliers on the side, and carefully picked up a piece of Lin Qingbai's flesh, fearing that Lin Qingbai would be in too much pain, he gently pointed at Lin QingbaiThe white wound exhaled.

The servants around were dumbfounded.

Just now when Yan Qiusi learned that Lin Qingbai was gone, he was so angry that he wanted to knock down the roof. He flipped the table in the hall like crazy, holding Ruogui in his hand, and wanted to kill the unlucky soldiers on duty.

Everyone has no doubt that if Lin Qingbai cannot be found, Yan Qiusi will slaughter the three realms to find someone.

But now that Lin Qingbai came back, he was not willing to say a single serious word to his master, and even knelt on the ground to help Lin Qingbai pick up the injured glass in his hand.

Yan Qiusi leaned over in front of Lin Qingbai, and it took about half an hour to bandage Lin Qingbai's hands.

He raised his head, looked at Lin Qingbai with dark eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Master, does it hurt?"

Lin Qingbai lowered his eyes and looked at his little apprentice. His eyes were soft, and the eye sockets gradually turned red. He raised his hand, and gently stroked Yan Qiusi's cheek with the bandaged hand.

Yan Qiusi was taken aback.

Lin Qingbai had treated him coldly these days, but now he suddenly showed a gentle look.

He didn't understand why, but he was afraid that Lin Qingbai would leave suddenly, so he held Lin Qingbai's hand tightly, thinking hard in his mind whether he had done something good to make Lin QingbaiForgive him.

However, he was full of violence, and after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out what good he had done.

Is the food delicious these days?

Or did he bandage Lin Qingbai just now so that it doesn't hurt anymore?

 …

Yan Qiusi didn't want to think about it anymore, he raised his hand to cover the hand that Lin Qingbai caressed on his face, and gently stroked the back of Lin Qingbai's hand with his big hand, and said to Lin Qingbai in a hoarse voice almost begging: "Master, stay by my side, okay..."

Lin Qingbai's eyes instantly turned red.

In the interrogation mirror, he saw Yan Qiusi's injuries.

He was tortured at such a young age, stabbed in the shoulder by his mother, but he didn't even frown.

For thousands of years, Yan Qiusi no longer knew what pain was.

He had stood on the battlefield, not afraid of swords, life and death, but just now he was holding the wound on Lin Qingbai's hand with trembling fingers, at a loss and extremely careful.

Looking at it, Lin Qingbai felt a severe pain in his heart. The pain just now in front of the interrogation mirror was even more heart-piercing when facing Yan Qiusi.

That's his Ann....

His An'er was supposed to live a kind and simple life, why did he come to today step by step......

His heart began to hurt violently, and the knife began to cut his flesh and blood again.

Lin Qingbai's face turned pale instantly, this time in front of Yan Qiusi, he couldn't stop the pain no matter what.

He broke free from Yan Qiusi's tight grip on him, and raised his hand to cover his heart.

Yan Qiusi's face panicked, and he sat up and hugged Lin Qingbai.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

He embraced Lin Qingbai, rubbed Lin Qingbai's chest with trembling fingers, and sweat broke out on his anxious forehead.

But before rubbing it a few times, Lin Qingbai suddenly tugged his sleeve fiercely, raised his hand to cover his mouth tightly, and his Adam's apple rolled violently.

Yan Qiusi understood instantly. He supported Lin Qingbai's body with one hand, unable to move away, he could only shout loudly: "Fanghua, bring the spit pot! Quick!"

Fanghua turned around quickly, looking for the spit pot in a panic.

Yan Qiusi felt sorry for his master, knowing that his master loves to be clean, turned around and said to Lin Qingbai in a low voice: "Master, if you want to vomit, vomit, I will let the servants clean up later, it's fine."

Lin Qingbai, however, closed his eyes tightly and was unwilling, panting violently in his chest, until Fanghua brought the spit pot over, Yan Qiusi handed it to him, he bent down suddenly, and spat into the spit pot.

Lin Qingbai has been in poor health for the past few days, has not eaten anything, and has difficulty throwing up.

His back was thin. When Yan Qiusi patted him on the back, he could clearly touch the spine of Lin Qingbai's back with his palm. Those butterfly bones protruded and kept trembling, really like a pair of butterfly wings.Up and down.

The touch of his hands made Yan Qiusi's heart tremble. He hugged Lin Qingbai's waist with one hand, and let his master run up and down his back with the other hand.

Lin Qingbai felt very uncomfortable, there was nothing in his stomach, and after vomiting, his stomach still couldn't stop churning, as if he wanted to turn his stomach upside down.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Lin Qingbai kept retching and coughing, Yan Qiusi frowned, his heart ached so badly, he hugged Lin Qingbai's body vigorously with his hands.

His left hand touched Lin Qingbai's stomach, and he felt that Lin Qingbai's stomach was so cold, as if he was kicking an ice cube, the soft skin heaved violently.

Yan Qiusi reacted, and immediately warmed his master's stomach with his palm, and massaged it with moderate strength, trying to make his master feel better.

Lin Qingbai's body trembled violently with the force of vomiting, as if it was about to shatter.

It's not that Lin Qingbai has never vomited so hard before, but Yan Qiusi has rarely been so flustered.

Yan Qiusi frowned, raised his hand to caress Lin Qingbai's cheek, and called Lin Qingbai loudly: "Master...Master..."

Lin Qingbai's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

Suddenly the stomach under Yan Qiusi's palm contracted suddenly, Lin Qingbai leaned forward, vomited, and a strong smell of blood came over him.

The movements of Yan Qiusi's hands paused, his eyes gradually turned blood red, and he stared at Lin Qingbai with wide eyes.

The spit pot was stained with blood, and drops of bright red blood dripped down the corner of Lin Qingbai's mouth, slipped onto Yan Qiusi's hand, and landed on Jinxiu's bed sheet.

Yan Qiusi raised his hand, looking at the blood that stained his fingertips red.

The blood was warm, and Yan Qiusi's fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Lin Qingbai's body suddenly went limp at this moment, and fell on Yan Qiusi's body.

Yan Qiusi's Adam's apple rolled, and he lowered his eyes little by little, looking at Lin Qingbai's face.

Lin Qingbai leaned against his chest, her eyes were closed tightly, there was no trace of blood on her face, even the breathing in her chest became weak, the corners of her mouth were stained with bright red blood, like flowers blooming in the snow,

Yan Qiusi's breathing trembled, and he hugged Lin Qingbai Ruxue's body, holding Lin Qingbai's back with both hands, the blood on his palms stained Lin Qingbai's white clothes red.

His chest rose and fell violently, and he yelled hoarsely at the dumbfounded servants in the hall: "Where is the doctor! Where is it!!!"