Xia Wuxin fainted for a long time. In the chaos, she dreamed of the beauty again. The difference was that the beauty was crying, and her soft arms embraced Xia Wuxin.

Then, the beauty turned into a senior sister, Xia Wuxin grunted and turned over.

I don't know how long it took, Xia Wuxin shuddered, and finally opened his eyes, and the scene in front of her gradually became clear. She was holding a person's arm tightly.

Looking up again, Song Yubai lowered his eyes and looked at her with a frown.

Xia Wuxin was startled, and quickly let go of her hand, and in a panic, she touched the wound behind her and screamed and fell back to the bed.

When people woke up, the previous events flashed through their minds in turn, including the fact that she was planted into Song Yubai’s arms. Xia Wuxin beat her out of the bed so hard that she felt what kind of mold she had touched today, as if she had screwed it up with Song Yubai. Up in general.

Song Yubai on the side slowly retracted his hand, his eyes stayed for a while on the few stamps that had been pinched, then took a step back, and said: "Wake up, let's go."

The tone is very cold.

Xia Wuxin didn't reply, she raised her head and looked around. This place should be Song Yubai's residence. The decoration was elegant and filled with the smell of agarwood. A carved screen stood before the bed collapsed.

The rain had stopped outside the door, and only a few drops of residual water fell from the eaves, dripping on the grass blades, clattering.

Xia Wuxin suddenly remembered something, and quickly lowered her head to look at herself. As expected, the clothes had been changed to new ones, so she squatted in her heart.

"This dress..."

"Su Xieyue has been here." Song Yubai said. She turned around and walked to the window, leaving only a slender back. "Azui has gone out. I don't like contact with others."

Xia Wuxin didn't struggle with the alienation in her words, but was greatly relieved, knowing that she hadn't revealed her identity, even though her body was still hurting, her mood relaxed, and she lay back on the bed with confidence.

In Pingfengshan, except for Xia Chunqiu and his wife, only Su Xieyue knew about her daughter's body, so every time Xia Wuxin was injured, Su Xieyue took care of her.

"Mr. Song, I can also be regarded as your disciple. The disciple was seriously injured and has limited mobility. You can't just drive me away, right?" Xia Wuxin smiled again and pulled the bamboo pillow into his arms.

Song Yubai looked back at her, his eyelashes trembling slightly, becoming more impatient.

After experiencing such incidents, she became unwilling to talk to people, and was mostly silent for a hundred years. Now when she encounters Xia Wuxin, she naturally feels upset and noisy.

"Call someone to carry it." Song Yubai said.

"Since your husband left me to heal, how can I just rush it." Xia Wuxin continued to struggle.

"You hold on to me, can I still chop your arm?" Song Yubai said angrily. She felt very frustrated when she remembered the scene of being entangled just now.

Xia Wuxin felt pain in her body. She couldn't use her strength even if she was injured, and she didn't want to walk with her legs. She was simply paralyzed and began to groan and cry out of pain.

Her hair was tied high behind her, and some of it stuck to her face. She looked a little embarrassed. Her cheeks were pale because of the injury, and her lips were not bloody. She looked a little weak.

Song Yubai listened to her hum for a while. Although his heart became more and more bored, he finally did not speak when he thought she was injured, and turned and left.

Seeing that Song Yubai didn't drive her away, Xia Wuxin stopped talking, stretched her neck and looked at it, then lifted up her sleeves, only to see that the originally fair and smooth skin was densely covered with red welts.

This soul whip is different from an ordinary whip. It takes a period of time to recover from the wound. Xia Chunqiu is kind to others. He can only treat his own daughter as if he has hatred. He never pity, and I don't know why.

Although Xia Wuxin was used to it, she couldn't help feeling a cold back when she thought of the last whip just now, and her heart was vaguely uncomfortable.

Fortunately, someone blocked her for a while, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Thinking of this, Xia Wuxin was puzzled again. The immortal power was very powerful just now, and he had never seen it before, but only Su Xieyue and Song Yubai were present. Can't reach that level of immortality.

And Song Yubai, she was obviously just a mortal, so how could she have immortal power.

When she was puzzled, footsteps sounded outside the door, and a snow-white dress slid in. Song Yubai walked in slowly, still carrying some damp moisture on her body.

She raised her wrist lightly and put the jade bottle in her hand on the head of the bed.

"Dong Feng Shangxian sent it."

Xia Wuxin glanced at the moisture on Song Yubai's body, reached out to take the jade bottle, and said: "The soul whip has a good medicine. If my father doesn't give it, how can he give me Yuqing San?"

Song Yubai and Dai's eyebrows moved slightly without answering.

Xia Wuxin blinked her black and white eyes, turned over and sat cross-legged, the corners of her lips slightly curled up. Unexpectedly, although Song Yubai is indeed unkind, but his heart is not so hard.

Song Yubai like this looked more interesting than before.

Xia Wuxin unscrewed the stopper and began to apply it on her body. Some areas could not be applied, so she dared to tear open the outer shirt. At the same time, Song Yubai quickly turned around and walked out the door, leaving only a moment. The back was cramped.

At this moment, Xia Wuxin suddenly felt a little inexplicable. Although she was a woman disguised as a man, but both of them were men on the face of it. Why did Song Yubai hide?

"Mr. Song!" she yelled, with some temptation in her tone, "Can you help me paint down behind you?"

Song Yubai's footsteps could not be stopped. She clenched her hands and said indifferently after a while: "I never like to touch others. Disgusting."

As soon as the voice fell, her figure disappeared at the door, leaving only Xia Wuxin to touch her head in embarrassment.

"Who..." Xia Wuxin mumbled a few words. She applied the ointment on her backhand, and she didn't bother to worry about the inside of her clothes. Anyway, she was in a very good health. No matter how many injuries she suffered, she would heal in a few days.

After talking for a while, people were also sleepy, Xia Wuxin yawned and closed his eyes.

There was everything in the chaos in the dream, mostly scenes that had been dreamed of, so dimly and unclearly, she slept like this for an unknown period of time, she trembled and suddenly woke up.

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, only the cicadas outside the window rang, occasionally mixed with a few bird calls, and the fragrance of the soil spilled into the window, looking at this celestial phenomenon, but it was ugly.

Xia Wuxin wanted to continue sleeping, but for some reason he was so flustered that he sighed and got up.

She covered her heart and felt it, as if there was something important, making her anxious, but in the middle of the night, how could it matter?

She couldn't think of a clue, simply enduring the pain of the wound, walked out the door slowly, just about to cross the hall, but suddenly heard the sound of a heavy object landing, her heartbeat stagnated, and then she heard it again.

"Song Yubai?" She asked, speaking clearly in the room, but there was no response.

"What's the matter?" Xia Wuxin muttered to himself, taking a few steps in the other direction.

Bypassing the porch is Song Yubai's room. She just wanted to reach out and knock on the door, but the door suddenly opened wide. A petite woman got out and opened her arms to stop in front of Xia Wuxin.

"Mr. Song has rested, please come back," the woman said loudly.

Xia Wuxin was happy, and looked up and down at the woman, her face was round, but her chin was sharp, she looked young, and she thought it was the little fairy servant Azui next to Song Yubai.

"Listening to your voice, your husband doesn't seem to be asleep, but rather awake, I'll go say hello." Xia Wuxin smiled and walked in, but was pushed away by Azui. , He looked at him at the door, as if he was afraid that Xia Wuxin would do something.

"Why?" Xia Wuxin was pushed by her and staggered, "Song Yubai, a man, is afraid that I can't do anything?"

"Why are you so domineering, no one is allowed to enter without your husband's permission!" Azui said with his arms on his hips.

At the same time, there was another loud noise, like something shattered, quite crisp. Azui glanced back, his anxious expression couldn't hide.

"Go, go!" She continued to stretch out her hand to push Xia Wuxin, but Xia Wu cleverly avoided it, and then there were several continuous noises.

Xia Wuxin believed it if someone said that someone was beating Song Yubai.

Xia Wuxin put away her smile, her complexion darkened, and she looked into the dark room. Although she hated Song Yubai, she was also from Pingfengshan, so she didn't care.

"Even if there is anything, people like you will only add confusion to your husband!" A Zui held the door frame back and tried to close the door forcefully. Who knew Xia Wuxin suddenly used force and directly took her by the neck and threw her out of the door. Then the door closed with a bang.

Azui:...

"Xia Wuxin?" Song Yubai's voice suddenly sounded in the corner. The voice was very hoarse and even a little flustered. She reached out and picked up the quilt to cover herself firmly.

"Bring in without authorization, you are simply, just presumptuous!" Song Yubai lowered his voice, but the voice was mixed with gasping and had no deterrent effect.

Although she moved fast, Xia Wuxin's eyes were sharp, and she clearly saw a silver light flashing, even showing some on the wall, illuminating Song Yubai's face.

She was pale and tight at this time, and her meticulously **** hair was scattered behind her, only one flushed eye was exposed, and her sandal lips had bloodshot, and she looked very painful.

"Mr. Song..." Xia Wuxin was startled by the sight in front of him, and froze in place.

Song Yubai seemed unwilling to let others witness this tragic situation, so he stood up and gritted his teeth and rolled.

Xia Wuxin's heartbeat became faster and faster, and she seemed to be able to feel that the source of her panic was something from Song Yubai's body, so she boldly stepped forward and opened the corner of the quilt.

Suddenly the silver light masterpiece, I saw that Song Yubai was wearing a pair of luminous shackles on a pair of slender bare feet. The shackles were not like mortal things, they were covered with spikes.

"Xia Wuxin, you go out." Song Yubai stretched out her hand to hold Xia Wuxin's wrist, her palms were sweaty, and she pulled Xia Wuxin out with force, and the distance between the two of them instantly narrowed.

With her soft shoulders hitting her chest, Xia Wuxin suddenly smelled a familiar scent, exactly the same as in the dream, and a heart suddenly seemed about to jump out.

"What is this..." Xia Wuxin suddenly stammered.

Xia Wuxin was pushed back by her two steps, but she still couldn't bear it, so she stretched out her hand to hold the shackles, and wanted to try to open it.

"This is not an ordinary thing, even if the gods go down to the earth, there is nothing to do, let alone you, leave quickly, as if you haven't seen it." Song Yubai said with a dumb voice, too painful to get angry.

At the same time, the shackles snapped and broke.