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Chapter 283

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    Xiang Ziyu was stunned for two seconds, but he didn't expect Qinghe to ask such a question, and sneered, "So what if you believe it? So what if you don't believe it?"

    Regarding Xiang Ziyu's answer, Qinghe didn't comment, but just smiled, "Whether you believe me or not, you can't change your destiny. If this child can live today, he will be extraordinary in the past."

    Xiang Ziyu frowned, and was about to ask some more questions.

    The dark guard hurried over with the midwife, "Master, girl, the midwife is here."

    Feeling sweaty, I hope to come in time.

    When the midwife saw Qinghe, her trembling mood stabilized, and she turned to Huarong, who was lying unconscious on the bed, and calmed down a little from her flustered nerves.

    Qinghe glanced at the midwife, then turned around and inserted needles in each of the three acupuncture points on Huarong's forehead.

    After a while, Huarong woke up suddenly, her qi deficiency was still extremely weak, her face was pale, cold sweat was growing, her eyes looked around weakly, and fell on Xiang Ziyu, wriggling her mouth with difficulty, calling out, "Huainan  .¡±

    Xiang Ziyu immediately stepped forward and gently stroked Huarong's hair, "I'm here, I'm here, it's okay, it's okay. Don't be afraid."

    Huarong said "hmm", "My child Where is the child"

    "It's okay, the midwife is here. And" Xiang Ziyu turned his head and glanced at Qinghe, "This is the junior sister of a genius doctor, and her medical skills are not inferior to that of a genius doctor. With her here, nothing will happen."

    Huarong looked at Qinghe gratefully, "Then then I will trouble the girl, thank you."

    Qinghe nodded slightly.

    "Young master, madam, prepare to give birth."

    After waiting for a while, Qinghe reminded him.

    "Well, good." Xiang Ziyu responded, looking at Huarong in remembrance, reluctant to part with it, once this starts, it will be a real battlefield, life and death are at stake, and he has no idea.

    At this moment, I was afraid.

    "Huainan." Huarong grabbed Xiang Ziyu's sleeve the moment he was about to stand up and give way, "HuainanI"

    Xiang Ziyu heard the sound, and immediately squatted down again, "What's the matter? Are you scared?"

    Huarong bit her lower lip, yes, she was scared.  I'm really scared, afraid that the child will die young, afraid that I won't see the sun tomorrow, afraid that I will never see Shuya again, brother Xiaoliu, elder brother, Huainan

    "No." When the words came to her lips, she denied it again. If she was afraid, what would Huai Nan do?

    "I'm fine, I just wanted to call you." Huarong shook her head lightly.

    Xiang Ziyu smiled distressedly, "It's okay, you can call me every day from now on."

    "Um."

    The corners of Huarong's mouth slightly raised, looked at Qinghe who was standing aside, and signaled that she could start.

    Qinghe took Xiang Ziyu's place, looked at Huarong and smiled, and didn't say any words of comfort, because she was not sure, so there was no reason to give anyone no hope for the future.

    Passing by Xiang Ziyu's side, he glanced at the crude bandage on his arm, which was still stained with blood.

    "There are herbs in the house, you can bandage yourself, it is not easy to get infected."

    Xiang Ziyu didn't know if he listened or not, but just said a faint "hmm", a pair of eyes full of sadness, reluctance, resentment, pain, helplessness and helplessness all fell on Huarong, unable to move halfway.

    The white sand curtain not far from the bed was lowered to block the people inside, but two figures could be seen indistinctly, and the blood red lying on the bed was particularly conspicuous.

    "Young master, the wound."

    The dark guard skillfully found a few medicines to treat the wound.

    Xiang Ziyu looked at the white gauze curtain that was not clearly visible, sat in the center of the bed hall, where the front and rear doors were transparent, and put his arms on the table, the meaning was self-evident.

    The dark guard carefully cut the red strips of cloth with scissors, and then cut off the glued corners of the clothes, revealing a ten-centimeter-long wound that spanned almost the entire upper arm. The wound was deep, and bones could be seen.  Around, there are some sticky red sand grains, which should not be wiped clean.

    Seeing this injury, the dark guard couldn't help but gasp, this kind of injury is not uncommon for someone like him who licks blood from the knife edge, it can even be said to be common, but he was surprised that Xiang Ziyu didn't move at all.  , as stable as Mount Tai, it seems that the wound is not on his arm.

    "Ah!"

    Huarong's heart-piercing screams came from the white gauze curtain, perhaps too miserable, coupled with the impressively visible wound, the dark guard's hands couldn't help shaking and trembling, he almost couldn't hold the scissors, and stabbed straight at  Xiang Ziyu.

    Fortunately, Xiang Ziyu threw himself on Huarong and didn't notice the panic of the dark guard. The dark guard took a deep breath, adjusted his state quickly, and sewed for Xiang Ziyu.?? Bandage the wound.

    The screams continued to be heard from the white gauze curtain, as well as the midwife's encouraging voice over and over again.

    Xiang Ziyu doesn't know how painful it is to give birth to a child, but he knows that Huarong must be in pain now, giving birth to a child, poisonous hair, everything is tormenting Huarong, and it is also tormenting him.

    So much so that he didn't notice the pain when he didn't use anesthetic to suture the wound, but he just felt like a knife was stirring the heart.  The pain was so bad that it masked other pain.

    Suddenly.

    Xiang Ziyu's expression suddenly changed, and the hidden guard who was doing the last process also stiffened, and his fingers moved slightly, murderous, yes, murderous, so strong that it was impossible to ignore.

    The dark guard looked up at the motionless Xiang Ziyu, understood, and continued to bandage his wound.

    The murderous intent is getting closer, getting closer.

    It also means, means they have already discovered that Hua Lu and the hidden guard who went to death failed the end of the failure isdeath, theydead.

    Everything around is terribly quiet, and also terribly noisy.

    Even the wind stopped, the air also froze, and everything became still, but the turbulent murderous aura swept in, like a gust of wind, and like a tsunami, rushing wantonly in a wild way.

    The sound of the trees in the front and back yards was silent, the flowers stopped swaying, and everything was still, but slowly became tense, dangerously tense, and even breathing became rapid, and dense fine sweat appeared on the forehead.

    Moved!

    It moved suddenly, cut through the air, and approached Xiang Ziyu. At the same time, Xiang Ziyu's hand holding the long sword also moved upon hearing the sound, entangled with the danger in the air.

    Xiang Ziyu and the dark guard rushed to the front yard and the back yard respectively at the same time, and fought together with the assassins who were chasing after them. They couldn't tell who was who, which face was against which face,  There are only strong black and dazzling red in the eyes.

    Interweaving, converging, gushing.

    The long sword in his hand kept waving, and the number of large and small wounds on his body became more visible to the naked eye, countless.

    But they must not retreat, the threshold behind them is their last line of defense, which cannot be crossed, stick to the defense line of resistance, Xiang Ziyu in the front yard is the meaning of the secret guard's persistence, and the beautiful face in the room is Xiang Ziyu's resistance to the death  The presence.

    No one can enter, cross, or break into that house.  Except the dead.  No, not dead people, not anyone.  Even if death comes, it won't work.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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