Chapter 635

Ji Qingxue stayed in Xueju to see the doctor. She saw the afternoon directly, and she couldn't rest for a moment.

"Give me your right hand."

Ji Qingxue looked at the man who wrapped himself in front of him. He was a little strange.

It was not the man's dress that surprised her, but her eyes.

It seems that there is a lot of resentment in her eyes.

That's why Ji Qingxue feels strange. Is it because he has offended people before?

Ji Qingxue was calm and just reminded her again: "please give me your right hand."

The man slowly put his right hand on the table. Her hand was full of crisscross scars. Some had healed, but some were still bleeding.

Ji Qingxue reached out and caught her pulse. She felt the man trembling. She didn't know whether she was afraid or... Her hatred was hard to disappear.

"You have suffered a very serious internal injury, and your muscles and veins are completely broken. It seems that your pulse is so disordered. It should be caused by the internal injury and the long journey. Your injury has dragged on for too long, and there is nothing I can do."

Ji Qingxue said very calmly. After all, she has long been used to the matter of life and death.

The man seemed to have been severely tortured, so the injury was so serious. Moreover, she didn't use much medicine, resulting in further deterioration of the wound. The man was not saved.

Ji Qingxue said without ups and downs, and the people listening opposite were also very calm, as if it was none of his business.

She just stared at Ji Qingxue firmly and wanted to stare a hole in her body.

When Ji Qingxue hesitated to ask her, the person opposite opened his mouth first.

She smiled wildly, "I know I can't live. I just want to see you before I die."

Her voice is bad, her voice is hoarse, and it is very uncomfortable for others to listen.

Ji Qingxue said faintly, "do you know me?"

"Even if you turn into ash, I know you." the man's laughter sounds terrible, "what about Ji Qingxue, do you remember me?"

Ji Qingxue resisted the impulse to roll her eyes and thought to herself that you wrapped yourself up like a zongzi. Who can know who you are!

But Ji Qingxue smiled: "your voice is so bad. Even if my hearing is good, I can't tell."

One sentence successfully stepped on each other's pain, and the resentment in her eyes became deeper. Her voice was not like this before. It was like a yellow warbler out of the valley, and the man praised her.

But in the end, the man ruined everything.

The woman said angrily, "you don't remember. I will become like this today. It's all thanks to you."

Ji Qingxue simply leaned back on the chair and said slowly, "since it's an old friend's visit, why hide it?"

The woman slowly raised her hand and lifted the hat on her head, revealing a face full of scars, but looking at her charming eyes, she can also guess what kind of natural beauty this face used to be.

Ji Qingxue frowned slightly. The woman smiled darkly and said, "why, are you afraid to see me like this?"

"I'm afraid not." Ji Qing Xuedun said again, "you'd better take this hat, or I may lose my appetite for dinner."

Because the wound on her face has not been treated in time, the serious place has begun to fester and flow pus. Seeing this face is really easy to affect her appetite.

The man threw the hat on the ground. She stood up slowly on the table and leaned closer to Ji Qingxue with such a face: "you open your eyes and watch carefully. Every wound and scar on me is because of you."

Because she was closer, Ji Qingxue could not help frowning because of the rotten smell on her body.

"So you're here to avenge me?" Ji Qingxue glanced at her faintly, in a slow tone.

"I know, I can't kill you."

Hearing this sentence, Ji Qingxue smiled: "you still have self-knowledge."

"But... I'm not reconciled!"

Then the man took out a dagger from his arms and stabbed Ji Qingxue.

Ji Qingxue sneered. As soon as she said that she knew herself, she couldn't wait to die.

Ji Qingxue grabs the abacus next to him and blocks it in front of him. The dagger suddenly stabs the abacus. Ji Qingxue rotates gently, and the dagger is out of the man's control.

Ji Qingxue took the opportunity to give the man a slap in the chest. The man was seriously injured. How can he stand her.

She groaned and took a few steps back. The look of pain made her face more terrible and twisted. Her legs were shaking and she couldn't stand at all.

Ji Qingxue got up, bypassed the table and came to her. She fell on the ground and vomited blood. When she saw her coming, her eyes were full of resentment.

Ji Qingxue tutted and gently shook his head: "this is the dying man. Why hurry to find death."

"Ji Qingxue, I will never let you go even if I turn into a fierce ghost!" the man said fiercely. He only hated her for dragging such a dilapidated body now, otherwise she would have broken Ji Qingxue into pieces!

Ji Qingxue ignored her resentment, but said with a relaxed face: "I'm not afraid of you when you're alive, even more when you're a ghost."

Ji Qingxue squatted down and said fiercely, "who are you?"

"Hehe, Ji Qingxue, I don't understand. What's good about you? It's worth the master's heart and lung to you. I lived and died for him, but ended up like this."

Master? Ji Qingxue had an idea in her mind, but she didn't have time to catch it.

She thought for a while and asked hesitantly, "is Sima Jingxuan the master you said?"

But she stared at Ji Qingxue: "shut up! You're a salacious woman. You don't deserve to mention his name!"

Seeing her reaction, Ji Qingxue knew she was right.

She should be the person around Sima Jing.

"Did he make you like this?"

This was a tentative question, but I didn't think that the man's eyes suddenly shed two lines of clear tears, like the voice of a broken Gong sobbing, and Ji Qingxue's hair stood on end.

Ji Qingxue suddenly blurted out: "Meng Ziyu, you are Meng Ziyu!"

She remembered.