Chapter 3457

The teenagers ran away in shock. The bruised little beggar struggled to open his eyes in a coma. He saw the handsome young man in white standing in the halo, clean and upright.

That's nice.

Is he an immortal?

The little beggar thought foolishly.

The childe in white as snow sighed softly, like compassion and softness, and stretched out his hand to her in the mire,

"Would you like to go with me?"

The little beggar was stunned by the coming surprise for a moment. He couldn't even say the word "willing". He just clumsily stretched out his hand to the childe, but he saw his hands full of dirt, inferiority and timidity. He stopped in the air, vaguely retracting, and was afraid to dirty the childe's white hand.

The childe just smiled and took her hand.

"I'm Lin Xuzhi." he asked softly, "what's your name?"

"... I, I don't have a name." the little beggar blushed, clenched his lips and stammered, "but, but they all call me Xiao Jiu."

Childe thought thoughtfully, and Wen Liang said, "from now on, you will be my surname. Surname Lin, name jiu'er. Long, long, long, long."

He led her in the sun.

At that time, Lin jiuer thought he had found salvation, and eight years of suffering had brought the mercy of the gods.

Later, she knew that it was not pity, and the childe was not the fairy of the little beggar.

Lin Xuzhi just crushed Lin jiuer's pushing hand in the abyss and was the last straw.

In the direction of the light, the sun is so strong that you can hardly open your eyes.

The world is silent and broken.

When ranbai wakes up again, he finds that he can dominate this body again.

She moved her fingers, glanced around carelessly, and recognized that it was the wedding room at the beginning, but it seemed that it had been a long time. The decoration in the room was changed into a simple and clean color. The words pasted in the center had already been torn off and disappeared, and the whole room showed a simple and clean color.

Just then, several maids pushed the door and came down.

One of them looks familiar when dyed white. It's the one I've seen before.

But the things on the tray in their hands are strange and not quite right.

An empty blue and white porcelain bowl, a dagger and a roll of gauze were placed on the tray.

Looking at their appearance, they are obviously used to it. It's not the first time.

Dyed white can roughly guess what to do.

"Madam," said the head maid with a smile. From her attitude, I can't see that the respect on that day, even when she smiled, had a cold pale meaning.

"It's time for the month," she said softly, "please understand."

Ran Bai looks at her without expression.

What I heard in the study before and this scene are perfectly integrated.

I think the original blood has a certain effect on the young master of Lin mansion and is good for his health.

This may also be the biggest reason why he stayed in Lin Fu and even became a young lady.

According to this timeline, the tomb owner must cooperate.

However, this kind of blood taking is not necessarily on ranbai. She let people take blood only when she was ill.

She paused for a moment and suddenly thought of the purpose of her fairy king.

If you don't follow the plot, you don't know what will happen.

All right.

She's really sick.

The girl in red leaned lazily against the back of the chair, stretched out her hand at will, and didn't even blink her eyes: "hurry up."

The maid kept smiling, picked up the sharp dagger on the tray, stepped forward and cut off the white and thin wrist exposed to the girl. The blade crossed the veins on the wrist, and the red blood soon seeped out. It looked shocking in the original cold and white skin color.

Another maid took a porcelain bowl and then blood, which seemed to follow the rhythm of the whole bowl.

Listen to what the maid said, you should take blood at least once a month.

The wrist was cut by a sharp blade, and there was a sharp stabbing pain for a moment, even the heart was aching. That should be the mood of the tomb owner himself.

The girl's face was pale because of too much blood loss. She supported her chin with one hand and drooped her eyes. She looked lazy and didn't care much.

"Lying in the trough?!" Feng Luo was surprised and uncertain, and his tone was strange: "host, what's your operation?"

Dyeing white is not urgent or slow: "occasional bleeding is beneficial to physical and mental health."

"..." seal off: "OK, OK."

What you say makes sense.

The red blood flowed in the bowl and slowly filled it.

The heart of the original body is getting more and more painful, like some resistance brought by the residual consciousness.

"What are you doing?"

The closed door was suddenly pushed open, and the cold voice fell without temperature.

The maid holding the dagger obviously stopped. She turned and looked at the figure facing the door. Her face changed and saluted in a hurry, "childe."

Childe, a man with snow clothes and black hair, weak as jade and temperament like ice and snow, will always be elegant and solemn.

But look at the temperament, dye white knows who it is.

Not Lin Xuzhi.

It's her teacher.

Dyed white and motionless, subconsciously dropped his hand, and his sleeve half covered his wrist.

But Yu Chen obviously has seen the picture in the room. He has one hand behind him, his finger bones are stretched white, and his deep eyes are unusually cold and coagulate on ran Bai.

"Childe." the maid's name is ling'er. At the moment, she carefully looks at the young man: "the maidservant will soon finish taking the blood. Childe, don't look so admiring. Be careful to bump into you."

"Roll." Xianjun spit out a word heavily. The tone is cold like cold winter ice and snow.

The maid froze.

Dyed white was also surprised.

Xianjun's etiquette and self-restraint have always been very good, always meticulous, solemn and elegant, and never said anything important.

It's really

It's amazing.

The maid seemed to be frightened and at a loss, "childe..."

Such a scene is almost a tacit thing in their belly house. Everyone knows it. Even the childe has always tacitly agreed.

But this time how

But the childe looks gentle and amiable on weekdays. This time, his temperament is really cold and frightening. He feels very oppressive. The pressure from the pavement covers that exquisite and beautiful face, which makes people subconsciously afraid.

The maid didn't know what was going on, and she didn't expect the childe to be so cold when he was angry.

She slowly put down the dagger. She didn't know why, and didn't dare to act rashly. She had to step back first. At the moment of closing the door, there was a haze in her eyes, but it soon disappeared.

After the maids left, there were only two of them in the room, and the atmosphere solidified somehow.

Ranbai shouted, "master?"

The young fairy King walked towards her step by step, and his slender body stopped in front of the girl, falling a shadow.