My vest is full of bosses

The drizzle is falling, fine raindrops leap down from the dark clouds in the sky, the cold wind blows in from the open window, it is icy cold, the gurgling water on the eaves drips down along the edge, and the rain falls lightly In the clear water of the lake, it looks like pearls dripping into a white and translucent jade plate.

The golden light sprinkled on the ground outside the ward, the small trees in the yard were swayed by the wind and rain, and the night rain was full of people to moisten the flowers.

Bai Xuan lay weakly on the hospital bed, looking at the scenery outside the window, a trace of longing appeared in his empty pupils.

On the wooden desk next to the hospital bed was a jade-white carnation standing upright in a vase.

The door of the ward was quickly pushed open, and the young female nurse walked to the window in a panic and hurriedly closed the window:

"Bai Xuan, why did you open the window again? Didn't you say you can't open the window?"

Bai Xuan sat up calmly, with a confident expression on his face.

"Aya, I think I'm getting better soon."

"Okay you big headed ghost."

Nurse Zhang Ya gave him a blank look, and helped him pull the crooked quilt, "You said that if you don't listen to the doctor like this, how long will it take for you to get better?"

Bai Xuan's hand under the quilt squeezed hard and then let go, he didn't seem to care about it, "It's not going to get better anyway."

"Bah, bah, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Ya slapped herself on the mouth lightly, her tone flustered. "As long as you listen to the doctor well, you will be fine soon, you know?"

But Bai Xuan refused to listen to her, closed his eyes on purpose, and lay down obediently under the quilt, with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, but still a little immature.

That's right, he's still just a teenager.

Zhang Ya had no choice but to change Bai Xuan's medicine, and then slowly exited the ward, just in time to meet Director Wang of the hospital.

"Hello Director Wang."

Director Wang is a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a bloated belly stretching out a white doctor's uniform, soft, fluffy hair, unusually thick, standing fluffy by his ears, and shining brightly on his bald head.

He has a kind face.

"Xiao Zhang, is the young master of the Bai family okay now?"

Nurse Zhang shook her head, "Director, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on if this continues. Don't the Bai family come to see him?"

Director Wang looked sad, "You know the situation of the Bai family. Now several illegitimate children are vying for the right to inherit. It's very chaotic."

He actually felt sorry for this kid Bai Xuan. Although the third young master of the Bai family asked him to take care of him at the beginning, after three years of getting along with him, he showed some sincerity. He was still a young boy, no different from his own son. , It's just that I'm too sick, I'm afraid I won't last a few days.

Strange to say, there was no way to find out what his illness was, but all the organs in his body were inexplicably weakened and even dried up.

Nurse Zhang had a bit of distress in her eyes. She had taken care of Bai Xuan for three whole years, and she had already regarded him as her younger brother.

Sudden.

There was a loud siren in the ward.

Zhang Ya was stunned for a second, and quickly rushed to the ward. Director Wang picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to other doctors in the hospital to let them come over.

As soon as he entered the ward, he found Bai Xuan lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, his face was full of pain, and he was breathing weakly with his eyes closed.

Zhang Ya quickly dug out the medicine prescribed by the doctor from the cabinet, forcefully opened his lips and stuffed it in, poured a glass of water and fed it to him.

"Xuanxuan, how are you?"

Bai Xuan managed to open his eyes, but his vision was almost blurred, he could only vaguely see a hazy figure in front of him, and there was a buzzing sound coming from his ears, but he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Are you going to die?

So painful.

I don't want to live anymore.

In the void, something seemed to be speaking.

【1%...20%...50%...100%...】

【Successful Binding】

【Whether to choose resurrection】

【Default Resurrection】

[Successful resurrection]

[Role: Swordsman in white opens]

The moonlight was gloomy at night, and the alley was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. The misty moonlight poured quietly on the leaves, the dawn star disappeared, and there were dark shadows moving in the trees and buildings in the distance.

It was gloomy in the dark, and there was no movement in the grass, except for the occasional barking of dogs, buzzing of insects, and flapping of wings.

After a while, a beautiful young girl in a white short-sleeve stumbled towards the alley.

Behind her were three young social youths with sloppy lewd/smiling faces.

When she was about to enter the alley, she tripped over a stone in a panic and fell directly. The flesh on her knee was broken by the hard stone, revealing red flesh and blood, and her snow-white fingers were also scratched , the bleeding continued, and the wound on her body hurt so much that she couldn't get up.

She watched the three social youths behind her slowly walking towards her, trembling with fear, and the crystal clear tears could not stop flowing down.

"Please, let me go, I will give you a lot of money."

The yellow-haired young man seemed to be the boss, he slowly squatted down beside the girl, with fierce eyes, he grabbed the girl's thick black hair and pulled it up.

"Bitch, I told you to run, run!"

The girl was in so much pain that she couldn't help crying out in pain.

A thin young man behind him walked up to her with a lewd/smiling face, touched her smooth face with rough palms, and showed obscene but obscene gazes in the sunken eye sockets.

"Boss, I met a good guy this time, can you let me first..."

The yellow-haired young man shrugged, "It doesn't matter, anyway, I'm tired of being a virgin, so this time you and the fat man can play finger games."

Hearing this, the chubby man broke into a big smile, revealing two rows of yellow teeth.

"Thank you boss."

The thin young man rolled his eyes at him, and pursed his mouth in displeasure, "Disappointing."

Huang Mao smiled, "Don't worry, she can't run away anyway, isn't it just a place, and there will be more in the future."

The beautiful girl's eyes widened, full of horror, "I beg you..."

But suddenly the fat man blocked his mouth with a dirty rag, and he could only cry out.

The fat man grinned, "It's finally not arguing anymore."

He frantically ran to play boxing games with the skinny man, this time he was lucky, he won the guess, and the skinny man clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

The girl's face was pale, her body was motionless, and she whimpered softly, watching the fat man walking step by step in despair, with rough and hot palms inserted into her clothes, and the two young men beside her looked at all this with smiles on their faces.

At that moment, there seemed to be a thunderclap in the sky.

A sword light flashed.

In the flashing white light, everything seemed to have come to a standstill.

The fat man suddenly let out a painful roar, "Ahhhhh...my hand...."

There was only a section of his left arm left, and the bone could be seen at the wound, and the bright red and sticky blood continued to fall from the broken part to the ground, and soon accumulated a thick layer of bright red blood.

Not far away, a fat and strong arm rolled down beside the garbage dump.

The yellow-haired and thin man stood there blankly, and then screamed violently. The two hugged each other, their bodies trembling constantly.

"who is it?!!!"

They are indeed not good things and have done a lot of bad things, but they have never experienced this kind of scene.

The girl suddenly stared at the alley with wide eyes.

A man in white slowly walked out of the gloomy alley.

He was wearing a plain white shirt with a black belt with a golden dragon pattern tied around his waist.

A head of jet-black long hair tied behind his head, with a pair of deep and indifferent phoenix eyes, a tall and tall figure, wearing a pair of black-colored boots, he really looks like a god-man in a leisurely manner.

He held a sharp sword in his hand with well-defined bones. The blade was made of black iron, glowing with a faint cold light. There was a peculiar pattern on the hilt, which looked weird and beautiful.

The sharp sword tip was bright red, and blood dripped on the ground.

A silence.

Everyone present looked up at him blankly.

The swordsman in white looked at them coldly, the indifference in his eyes seemed to reflect the snow of thousands of mountains.

His brows were clear and cold, and his expression was that of a lonely person drifting in the silence of everything.

"Wait, you should be punished."

The tone is cold and sharp, like crushed ice.