Chapter 366 Life and Death Are Impermanent, Reincarnation Has Passed

"Go out, I'll be here."

Luo Hengju gently flicked his sleeves and closed the door. Mo Fei was so frightened that he quickly stepped back a few steps to avoid flattening his face. He was not good-looking at first. Hit it, it's even uglier.

Lao Hengju covered Shen Qingci with the quilt. This was the first time he had looked at a woman's face so closely.

She looks really small, maybe sixteen, but like a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, her face is also extremely small, almost not as big as one of her fists, and her whole body has no weight at all.

She is sleeping a little more peacefully now, and I don't know if it is because the bowl of medicine has an effect, so she is so quiet. Although her face is still not much blood, it is better than before. few.

Stop grabbing this, he raised his arm, but that hand was tugging tightly.

"Cold," Luo Hengxuan patted her fingers lightly, "I'll hold your hand and put it under the quilt?"

I don't know if his words had any effect, but finally, her fingers loosened a little, but they grasped his hand tightly, and her fingers were almost without a trace of temperature.

Luo Heng clenched the little hand in his palm involuntarily, as if he wanted to give her the warmth of his body, and also to pull her back from that boundless hell.

Shen Qingci's long eyelashes trembled again, and she couldn't help clenching it again. The only warmth she could feel right now was this kind of warmth, which led her to escape the darkness and the pain.

She seems to have come under that pear tree again. She often stands here, waiting for this pear tree to bloom. It blooms every year, six years have passed, and the pear flowers are falling again. She stretched out her hand and thought about it. She wanted to get one, but the petals fell down her hand.

She turned back and saw a haggard and pitiful woman. She raised her arm without a wrist, and half a pair of scissors grew on her broken right wrist. She inserted half a pair of scissors into a woman's stomach.

She said, who said you can't kill without a hand.

Without hands, you can still kill people, and you can kill people.

She saw a man, and his sentence of being beaten to death with a stick, and she also saw those sticks hit the woman, smashing the bones of her whole body, and also smashing the flesh on her body, and she was in pain. Lying there, nothing on his bare wrists.

Until the two jumped in from the outer wall.

"It's a miserable death," Bai Yizi suddenly smiled, but there was no smile in those eyes, and some were just indifferent, "Isn't that incense just now the pear tree? If not, I will dig this tree back and plant it in my mansion."

He was laughing, but another man in Tsing Yi walked over, some of his black pupils could not bear to flash past, and then he took off his cloak and covered this woman's body, and then dressed her for her. After straightening her hair, she put her handsless wrist inside the cape.

"Hey, what are you doing, I haven't dug the tree yet."

It was too late for the man in white to stop it, and he saw the man in blue had already taken out the fire book and threw it at the house not far away, and then the fire burst into the sky...

The fire here burned for a whole day and night, and even the pear tree was burnt to ashes. No one knew that it had happened here and now, but they knew that when the fire was extinguished, there was nothing to compare here, just Leaving a faint scent that is almost impossible to find...

Shen Qingci stood in that morning, watching the yard where she lived for six years was burnt to the ground. There was pain, relief, and peace...

She lowered her head and raised her hands. Her hands were growing well, they didn't fall off, and...

Her fingers caught something very warm, not knowing what it was, she couldn't help but follow the warmth...

Half of the walls behind him are in ruins, life and death are impermanent, and reincarnation has passed.

Until she opened her eyes, the warmth in her hands was still there, she let out a sigh of turbidity, and also grabbed the warmth, she didn't want to let it go, she didn't want to let it go, and she didn't dare to let it go.

And when she looked around, she realized that she was no longer in that room, she moved her hands, and her feet were not tied.

It wasn't until her gaze moved down that she realized that she was holding a hand, a big, warm hand. It was a man's hand.

Her gaze moved up, but she met a pair of condensed black pupils, where her reflection was clearly reflected, and there was clarity she had never seen before.

"Drink medicine when you wake up."

Luo Hengyuan picked up the medicine on the table, put his hand behind her head again, and helped her up.

Shen Qingci just stared at him blankly, and then she let go of her hand, and the temperature suddenly lost, she couldn't help grasping the quilt on her body.

Luo Hengju didn't say much, but put the medicine in front of her again.

"Drink."

Shen Qingci wanted to pick up the bowl, but her hands were suddenly in constant pain.

"Drink it," she put the medicine to her mouth again, she glanced at the man, then lowered her head, and drank the bowl of medicine like this, not to mention bitterness, and never mentioned her pain.

Luo Hengju removed the medicine bowl and put it on the table to the side.

He stretched out his hand, and carefully placed Shen Qingci's arm under the quilt, his slender fingers also pulled up the quilt to cover her.

"Don't worry, this is Prince Shuo's mansion. You are very safe here. Your father doesn't know what happened to you yet. After you are healed, what do you want to do with the rest?"

The corners of Shen Qingci's lips moved slightly. In fact, she wanted to say thank you, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't hear any sound.

And she suddenly became uneasy, and there was some cold sweat oozing out on her forehead. What about her voice?

Luo Hengjue narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked her again, "You can't speak?"

Shen Qingci nodded, she opened her mouth wide, still without the slightest voice.

"Don't worry," Lao Hengjuan stretched out his hand and pulled up the quilt for her, as if an elder was holding his junior, "I'll have someone come over to show you."

Soon after, Mo Fei came over, he checked for a long time, and this is the only way to turn back to Lao Heng.

"Sir, her throat is hurt, and one ear doesn't seem to be able to hear. She must have been deafened by the force."

"Is there a way to save it?"

Lao Hengjuu finally stood up. He turned his head and saw that Shen Qingci fell asleep again. Even though she was sleeping extremely uneasy, her delicate eyebrows were also furrowed tightly, and it seemed that she didn't want to relax for a moment. generally.

"It's not difficult," Mo Fei rubbed his chin and replied, "It's just caused by trauma, and it's all temporary aphasia and loss of grandson. As for the recovery time, it's not certain yet, but it will be a long time. In half a year, or in a month, she will be fine."