I am fickle

When Song Huaifeng woke up, the first thing he saw was Yuan Xinyou. He tried to stand up and thank him. Yuan Xinyou wiped his forehead: "Second Prince, don't be brave, you are seriously injured now."

"Thank you for saving my life, girl."

"If the second prince wants to thank you, please thank my master."

Song Huaifeng noticed me leaning against the broken window, the corner of his mouth twitched, and said, "Jiang Shengxian, how could he save me?"

I looked at Shangxian Yunhuai with some grievances, and sighed: "Huaihuai, look, some people still want to stab you after you save them."

Song Huaifeng smiled bleakly, "If you save me, I might as well die."

Is it so shameful to owe me kindness? I don't know what rumors you heard about me that you are so disgusted with me.

I spread my hands helplessly, "The strong out of pity for the weak."

Then I touched the "Wuyang" on my waist, hooked my lips and said: "If you really want to die, then don't wrong yourself."

"Wuyang" fell heavily on his hand, I could see a trace of fear in his eyes, the more people who are afraid of death, the more they like to yell and want to die every day.I've seen too many people like this.

"Why, you don't want such an opportunity." The corner of my mouth was full of sarcasm.

With a pale face, Song Huaifeng couldn't help trembling while pointing at my hand, and said, "You...you..."

Oh, why can't I speak again.

"Trash." I looked at him coldly, Song Huai was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of black blood.

I glanced at Yunshan, who was huddled in the corner, and said lazily: "Yunshan, give me my long sword."

Yunshan nodded, glanced at Song Huaifeng resentfully, and whispered: "Master is right, trash!"

Yuan Xinyou shook her head and scolded her in a low voice: "Yun Shan, stop talking."

Shangxian Yunhuai patted me on the shoulder lightly, "Don't be angry, Ah Xian, I will accompany you out for a walk."

I nodded, but I still didn't forget to pour cold water: "Who knows if he got hurt this time with ulterior motives, after all, people's hearts are unpredictable."

Our figures gradually drifted away, Yun Shan was also leaning against the corner and dreaming his sweet dreams, and Yuan Xinyou stretched out his hand to measure his body temperature.

"The second prince doesn't have to be angry, he has to bow his head at the eaves."

Song Huaifeng looked at the indifferent woman in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "Do you also think that I hurt you on purpose?"

Yuan Xin shook his head worryingly, "What does this have to do with me, I just need to follow the orders of the master to protect the master."

"Oh, I don't care if he saves me."

"I'm just a lowly servant girl, you don't have to feel indebted to me for taking care of the second prince."

"Why do you always belittle yourself so much? I worry...you are different in my heart..."

Xu Shi was too emotional, the wound burst open again, Song Huaifeng frowned in pain.

Yuan Xinyou's tone was still light: "When the second prince recovers, let's leave quickly."

Song Huaifeng closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, and asked: "If one day I point swords at your master, what will you do?"

Yuan Xinyou stared at the scars all over his body, and replied without thinking: "Then even if I lose my cultivation, I will tell you to die. No one can hurt my master."

Song Huaifeng looked at her serious appearance, and smiled rather bitterly: "He is really lucky. I am so envious to have such a loyal person as you by his side."

Yuan Xinyou didn't answer, she didn't distinguish between black and white and only knew that the master was everything to him.