Because her acupoints and consciousness have been sealed again and again, her resistance is particularly fierce this time. She bites and punches desperately. Seeing that she can't break free, she begins to pull her wounds as if she wants to kill herself, which is better than dying in the hands of others.
"Ning Shu!"
"Lady Ning!"
Everyone rushes in, but they don't know what to do. Hui Mo can't bear it, but he has to harden his heart and say, "Young Master, how about sealing it again —"
Before he finishes his words, he sees Xiahou Qing's black hair suddenly scatters. In Hui Mo's shocked eyes, he puts the white jade hairpin into Ning Shu's hand and aims at his chest.
"Xiaoshu, listen to me. I don't care if you know me or not, but I want you to remember that I will never hurt you like those people. If you don't believe me, just try it! "
Ning Shu, who is in a breakdown, is stunned for a moment. Then she grabs the jade hairpin and stabs it into Xiahou Qing's ribs without hesitation. Instantly, blood blooms.
Hui Mo and others want to rush over to stop her, but Xiahou Qing raises his hand to stop them.
"Go on," there is even a slight arc at the corner of his mouth, "whether once, twice, or countless times, I will never fight back, because Xiahou Qing will never hurt Ning Shu, never."
But she doesn't understand his promise. She holds the blood-stained jade hairpin, pulls it out from under his ribs, and then stabs it deeply.
Hui Mo's scalp is numb. He can't describe it with words, "Crazy, crazy, these two people are crazy!"
One,
Two,
Three,
… Four.
The jade hairpin with the pattern of white crane wings is soaked in blood. It is thick, hot, and red. She trembles all over. The hazy, disordered, and terrifying world in front of her is suddenly burned with a hole. Slowly, slowly, his vague figure appears.
Who is this person? He is wearing a beautiful moon-white dress and looks like an immortal. But his shoulders and chest are full of blood. Some are bitten, and some are just stabbed. There are so many wounds. He looks so miserable, as miserable as her. Did she stab him? Why doesn't he hide? He just said … he will never hurt her …
No, don't believe him! This person is just the incarnation of a devil. He wants to cheat her trust, and then after she gives her heart to him, he will step on her heart fiercely! Under the Ninth Heaven, everyone is the same!
Her eyes are red with hatred. She raises the jade hairpin again and stabs at the man's heart. But just as the jade hairpin pierced through his clothes, cut through his skin, and was about to pierce through his beating heart, she suddenly shuddered, and then couldn't pierce any further.
"Ahhhhh —" The jade hairpin fell to the ground and broke into two pieces. She held her head in pain and fainted.
Xiahou Qing's expression changed drastically as he hugged her. "Little Shu! Xiahou!!!! "
Everyone suddenly panicked. Hui Mo rushed out and prepared to take the medicine bag. Suddenly, he saw a travel-worn figure rushing in from outside the inn.
A large rock finally fell. He floated over like a gust of wind and carried the person up from the bottom of the building. "Mr. Duan, you're finally here. Come and save me!"
Duan Chang Feng's old bones almost fell apart as he straddled the horse's back. Then Hui Mo lifted him up and carried him on a cloud. His stomach was churning and he could only sigh that he was getting old and no longer had the elegant demeanor of the past.
"No rush, no rush. Let me take a look." When she was finally placed on the ground, the old man wiped his sweat and leaned over to take a look. His expression was extremely grave. "How did this girl get injured to this extent?"
Knowing that the situation was serious, he didn't hesitate for a moment. His hands were like lightning and his eyes were like torches. He placed two rows of silver needles on his chest and helped Ning Shu to calm down. He wrote another prescription and asked Hui Mo to boil it quickly.
Finally hearing Ning Shu's calm breathing, Xiahou Qing closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath. He stood up and solemnly bowed to Duan Changfeng, "Thank you for taking the risk to inform me that Ning Shu was hiding in the convoy. Today, you came in time to save Ning Shu's life. Please accept my gratitude."
Back then, at the foot of the White Wolf Mountain, Zhang Xuan had saved Zhang Xuan when he was severely injured. Back then, Zhang Xuan had merely tossed him a jar of wine and thanked him casually. But now, because of Ning Shu, he could put down his most precious pride as the Crown Prince of Nanping. Duan Chang Feng couldn't help but sigh endlessly. He casually waved his hand, and his eyes, which had become increasingly cloudy after experiencing the wind and sand, fell on Ning Shu, who was fast asleep on the bed. It was long and misty, as if he was looking at another person he hadn't seen for many years and deeply missed. "Even if Heir Wu asks, I will definitely cure her. After all, I have a great relationship with her."
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