The sadistic beauty has taken a fancy to me [Transmigration Book]

When Zhu Jiuci saw the hammer in Daxian's hand, his heart tightened, and he said in a trembling voice, "Where is Zhaoge? Are you here?"

The white-bearded immortal turned his body sideways to leave a gap, and pouted towards the dark room, "Isn't it right there?"

Zhu Jiuci rushed in in a panic, his eyes didn't adapt to the darkness for a while, and he only vaguely saw a dim candle burning on the table in the distance.

Under the dim light, there was a person lying beside the table, his ink hair scattered to the ground, covering his thin figure.

"Zhaoge?"

Zhu Jiuci ran forward and supported the man's shoulders to stand up. He fell into his arms weak and boneless, his forehead hit Zhu Jiuci's chest, his neck seemed to have lost its support, his forehead hung down softly, and his black hair stuck to his face , with his arms stretched out stiffly, resting on the edge of the table.

Gently brushing aside his ink hair, Zhu Jiuci saw Liang Zhaoge biting a roll of white gauze in his mouth, his face was covered with sweat, his forehead was still sweating, and it slid down his cheeks like running water, his complexion was under the dim candlelight. Pale as paper, without a trace of blood.

If it wasn't for the tight frown, Zhu Jiuci would have almost thought that he had...

Liang Zhaoge snorted, a tear fell from the corner of his eye, Zhu Jiuci looked at him in extreme distress, and gently raised his hand to take the gauze roll in his mouth, but the man clenched it tightly and did not move.

The candle was flickering, Zhu Jiuci looked up and noticed that Liang Zhaoge's hands on the table were covered with a layer of white cloth. Mark of.

The candle was dimly lit, so I couldn't see what it was.

Liang Zhaoge leaned against his chest, and kept sliding down. Zhu Jiuci tried his best to support him, and stretched out his hand to pinch a corner of the white cloth.

Gently opened, Zhu Jiuci's eyes shook violently, and an unspeakable sense of fear flooded into his heart, making it almost impossible to breathe in this small closed space.

Under the white cloth, the shape of the hand is almost invisible, spread out on the table like a pancake, the bones of the hand have obviously been crushed into powder, and there is a paste under the thin skin.

The fair skin was densely covered with red dots, showing an extremely strange color.

Zhu Jiuci suddenly felt his stomach churn, and reluctantly supported Liang Zhaoge to lie on the table again. He staggered out of the room and retched frantically at the pile of rocks in the corner of the dilapidated courtyard.

Physiological fear clenched his heart, and the puddle of meat sauce on the table stimulated his nerves from time to time, his stomach suddenly twisted and churned, and he retched again.

Not nausea, but fear.

No matter how you looked at it, you wouldn't think it was a pair of hands. At best, it could be said to be a layer of skin wrapped around a pool of flesh.

Perhaps the broken bone under the skin pierced that layer of skin, and red blood spots were densely pierced.

Tears poured out in large quantities, his vision was blurred, his stomach was still twitching, and he retched uncontrollably.

Faintly hearing the sound of the door closing behind him, Zhu Jiuci looked over in a panic, and Daxian entered the room with a hammer in his hand.

"do not want!"

Zhu Jiuci knocked open the door, rushed into the room and grabbed Daxian.

"Please! Don't hurt him!" Zhu Jiuci cried and grabbed the man's sleeve, shaking his head desperately, not letting him take a step forward.

Daxian shook his arm, easily pulled out his sleeve, walked to the front of the case and swung the hammer, "Isn't this healing?"

When the hammer fell, Liang Zhaoge's body trembled, and then he didn't move.

"Zhaoge!" Zhu Jiuci rushed forward, spreading his arms to block Liang Zhaoge, "Don't smash it!"

Daxian pushed Zhu Jiuci away with a cold face, "Wait outside, it's not finished yet!"

The hammer swung again, like a butcher in a slaughterhouse slamming his sword with a blank expression. In any case, he was by no means a genius doctor who would help the world, but a ruthless executioner who hated the world and took revenge.

Zhu Jiuci suddenly rushed forward with a burst of courage that he didn't know where to block the hammer that was swung down.

"Who the hell are you!" Zhu Jiuci yelled frantically, "There's no such cure! You——" He was suddenly covered by someone covering his mouth and nose, dragged aside, and dragged outside the room.

He staggered and fell to the corner of the wall, and was grabbed by someone.Zhu Jiuci raised his eyes, Xiao Cen stood in front of him, frowning and looking at him.

"Young master, calm down..."

Zhu Jiuci pushed him away, and rushed into the house desperately, but was grabbed back by someone.

"Xiao Cen!"

"I wish Yanning calm down!" Xiao Cen couldn't help but shout.

Zhu Jiuci shook off his sleeves, "Others are dying inside, why are you dragging me!"

"There is a genius doctor inside, saving people!" Xiao Cen stepped forward, blocking Zhu Jiuci's way.

"Saving people? Have you ever seen such a rescue—"

There was another loud noise inside the room, Zhu Jiuci knocked Xiao Cen away, and ran over madly, before rushing into the door, he was dragged back by his shoulders and pressed against the wall.

"Calm down," Xiao Cen rested his hands on his shoulders, gasped heavily to calm his breath, and tried to comfort him, "I know that the magic doctor's method is very strange, at least you have to wait for him to be cured, you can just run in now." It would be a disservice."

Zhu Jiuci looked at Xiao Cen with red eyes, "It's all because of you! If it wasn't for that torn book then, it's because of you coming to the house today!"

Pain flashed in Xiao Cen's eyes.

"I didn't bother you, but you still come here to stop me!" Zhu Jiuci's eyes dimmed for a while, his stomach was still twitching from time to time, and he always wanted to vomit.

Xiao Cen was in a trance, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I never thought that things would develop like this..."

Zhu Jiuci interrupted him, his head was about to explode with pain, "I'm sorry, is it useful? If it weren't for the friendship of more than ten years," he bit the tip of his tongue and did not continue.

Xiao Cen staggered a few steps back, his eyes shook violently, turned around and left in a panic, tripped over the broken threshold, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zhu Jiuci suddenly wanted to cry, but he didn't have time to let the sadness well up in his heart. Thinking of the executioner wielding a hammer in the room, he hurried in.

The room was still dark, and Daxian was nowhere to be seen.

Liang Zhaoge was alone at the desk, his figure was lonely and helpless, so thin that he was about to leave in the next moment.

Zhu Jiuci ran forward but didn't dare to help him anymore, a faint smell of blood flooded his nostrils, and the white gauze was soaked red with blood under the dim candlelight.

There was no one else in the room except Liang Zhaoge, who had fainted, and himself.For a moment, I felt that the world was empty and lonely.

He looked around in a panic, but no one could come to help him, what should he do now, Liang Zhaoge was unconscious, and his hands were rotten like that again.

anyone there?

Is there anyone please!

Zhu Jiuci's heart was tightly gripped by fear, his whole body trembled, his stomach hurt, he squatted down unconsciously, wrapped his arms around his knees, and curled himself up carefully.

His body trembled violently, his whole body felt cold, and a strong emotion surged up one after another, covering his breath like water.

With a rustling sound, a roll of white gauze fell to the ground.

Zhu Jiuci didn't know where it fell from, when suddenly there was a very weak voice above his head.

"Xiao Jiu..."

It was as if someone fished him out of the water when he fell into the deep sea, the bright sun suddenly jumped out of the sea level, and the broken gold rushed to the world.

Zhu Jiuci raised his head in disbelief, "Zhaoge?"

Ecstasy surged into his heart, he wanted to jump at the man without thinking, but his legs gave way and he fell beside Zhaoge's legs.

Liang Zhaoge was still bent over his desk, with his face buried in his sleeves, Zhu Jiuci leaned against his feet and raised his head, vaguely seeing his thin chin.

"Xiao Jiu...don't be afraid." Liang Zhaoge's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Zhu Jiuci burst into tears suddenly, the terrible sense of fear finally faded, and finally he was not alone in this world.

Tears couldn't stop pouring out, Zhu Jiuci desperately covered his mouth with his sleeve, afraid that the person would hear him crying.Big tears fell on the sleeves, slipped down from the soft silk and satin and hit the ground.

Zhu Jiuci couldn't stand up, just knelt at the man's feet and cried silently.

After an unknown amount of time, he was gently picked up and left the room. Daxian waited for them to leave, walked in leisurely, and gently closed the door.

General Qu Jinghong put Zhu Jiuci on the dilapidated wooden chair in the courtyard, and took a step back with his arms crossed.

High ponytail, well dressed.His fair face was drenched in thin sweat, obviously he had just hurried over from the school grounds.

"Little Grandpa..." He didn't know how to speak, and frowned slightly.

"Why is the little general here?" Zhu Jiuci looked down at the ground, not knowing how to face his companions again.

"Don't worry, come and have a look." Qu Jinghong handed him the handkerchief.

"It's okay." Zhu Jiuci looked at the handkerchief, with a peach blossom embroidered on the corner, pressing the handkerchief with his slender fingertips, and there were some faint scars, which were the marks left by years of training.

Qu Jinghong sighed and put away his handkerchief, and sat down next to Zhu Jiuci.

"Is the little prince better?"

"I'm fine." Zhu Jiuci looked up at the room and couldn't help thinking about it, but Qu Jinghong held his arm.

Qu Jinghong breathed a sigh of relief, and finally made up his mind to say what he needed to say.

"Fatty Mo is still crying at home, is the little father-in-law willing to forgive him?"

Zhu Jiuci turned back his eyes and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with Fatty Mo?"

"Young Master Xia was very anxious to receive your letter. He came to the mansion in a carriage to look for you this morning, but he couldn't find you." Qu Jinghong stopped talking and thought about his words carefully, "The news about the bone setting accidentally let Mr. Liang know. Yes, now you..."

Zhu Jiuci's eyes trembled, he blamed Xiao Cen just now, and was about to speak when the small broken door suddenly opened, and Daxian walked out of the room to stretch.

"They're all there? Come in and have a look, the bone plastic surgery is about to begin."

Zhu Jiuci ran over in panic.

Qu Jinghong stood where he was, frowning as he watched him leave in a hurry.

How to tell him, Xia Ziyou ran back to Xiao Cen anxiously for help after he accidentally said about the bone joint, but when he and Xiao Cen rushed back to the Duke's Mansion again, they couldn't find anyone.

Xia Ziyou cried out in fright, Xiao Cen had to rush to the doctor's place alone, only to find that Zhu Jiuci had arrived one step ahead of schedule.

After finally dragging out Zhu Jiuci, who was in a daze and loudly questioned the genius doctor, the result...

How should I tell him that Xiao Cen is drinking alone in the Zuixian Tower now and has passed out.

The friendship of more than ten years is solid, but if there is such a big rift, it is very difficult to heal it.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-04-0508:12:24~2021-04-0608:48:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: Xiao Gao will work hard to learn 10 bottles today;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!