Chapter 331

She asked suspiciously, just like a very ordinary chat and asked casually.

Su Qing's voice sounded slowly from behind her

"I saw my benefactor."

"And then?"

"The benefactor smiled at me, kissed me, seduced me and killed me."

Su ye walked and stepped.

She turned her head and looked at him.

Sun Qing's red eyes looked at Su ye, and his voice was hoarse

"The benefactor has killed me many times. I'm going crazy."

Suye stared at him for a moment

"Then how can you know whether I am real or illusory?"

Sun Qing's red lips hooked up. He finally held Su Ye's hand. Manzhu shahua, who occupied more than half of his face, was particularly strange at this moment

"I don't know if the benefactor is real or illusory."

Su Ye stuck his neck and looked around silently.

Is that why these people ran so far??

I know he hasn't fully recovered. Why unlock him??!

Su Yejing spoke immediately after three seconds

"I'm true."

Then he quickly turned out the blood order from the space bag,

"This, this is what you gave me. Do you remember?"

Su Qing looked with red eyes and didn't speak.

He didn't respond.

But xilie and Guan Jing in the distance were shocked.

Blood order??

Su Qing gave the blood order to Su ye??

Guan Jing couldn't help smacking his tongue against the pig's head face

"My God, did Su ye give medicine to your master? Your master even sent this thing out. Why don't you pack yourself and give it to her? "

His words didn't get a response from the people next to him.

Shut the mouth.

Under Su Qing's gaze, Su Ye's smile became more and more stiff.

She silently turned her head and looked again at the chain falling to the ground behind her.

Suddenly, his waist tightened.

In an instant, she was hugged by Su Qing.

His body was covered with blood and his black hair was scattered.

His red eyes were full of anger

"What is the benefactor thinking? Huh? "

That low, dumb, slightly rising voice, with an inexplicable sense of oppression.

And under such oppression, the leaves of the cymbidium wilted.

She lowered her head, put her head against his chest and whispered

"Then, how can I prove that I am true?"

The voice fell, and a muffled laughter came from above.

There was an uncontrollable anger in the voice

"The benefactor is so afraid, why come together?"

Su Ye reached out and hugged him

"I'm not so afraid."

She hugged him and found his back wet.

It was the blood of one hand.

She was stunned, and then suddenly raised her head. She gradually exerted herself on her hands and broke away from his grip.

His sleeve was lifted up, and then he saw several scratches on his wrist that even the flesh of his belt fell off.

It was obviously caught by himself. After all, no one dared to approach him when he was ill.

Because of the long time, the flesh and blood on his arm adhered to his clothes.

Su Ye looked at him, twisted her eyebrows, and couldn't help looking up at him

"You get sick when you get sick. How can you hurt yourself?"

That doesn't sound very good.

Then he stretched out his hand and gently lifted his clothes, tearing off the belt meat in some sticky places.

She took out the hemostatic powder and sprinkled it on his wound. Then she wrapped his wrist with white gauze.

Su Ye moved very slowly. Afraid of hurting him, she looked up at him

"Does it hurt?"