Quick Transmigration: The Second Female Lead is Poisonous

A maid came over and asked them both to go in and rest. Both Fengjing and Qingyu refused. They were waiting for a result, but only ten minutes later, it seemed like they had waited for a century. The sword came back. He was carrying a broken hand, Sun Yidao. He broke the right hand that used to hold a sword.

Hearing the sound of blood ticking, the scenery supported the wall, dizzy.

Sun Yidao smiled, even with cold sweat on his forehead, "Don't worry, little girl, I can hold it."

"Senior Sun, you are seriously injured, stop talking." Holding the sword looked at Qingyu, "Qingyu, here is only you who know medicine, you come to heal Senior Sun."

"Yeah." Qingyu walked in with Zhijian, and stopped again. "Xia Guangguang...you go in with me."

"Qingyu, he did it on purpose..."

Qingyu didn't answer this sentence, he took the hand of the scenery, "Let's go in."

Xue Ran deliberately saved his grandson by killing him, and then deliberately cut off his right hand. For a swordsman, there is nothing more painful than being unable to use a sword.

The scenery couldn’t help trembling. These days, the person who shared her bed with her would call her name so tenderly... She suddenly found out that she had never known him at all. Yes, he was the former leader of the demon cult. , Nangongli’s master is him, maybe... maybe Xue Ran’s identity is all fake.

Feng Jing pressed his aching head, "Master System, I want to terminate the mission."

"Once the mission starts, it cannot be terminated."

"Empty my feelings for Xue Ran."

"The task is not over and cannot be executed."

Feng Jing let out a sigh of relief, and she raised her hand tiredly to catch her eyes, "...How many points can I use to exchange Sun Yidao's right hand?"

"There is no such service."

The series of answers from the system broke all her illusions.

The scenery was dizzy and stood at the door of the room for an hour. The maids went in with a basin full of water and came out with a basin full of blood. The **** smell surrounded the tip of her nose, constantly making her unable to help but imagine Xue Ran is the scene of cutting off Sun Yidao's right hand. The more she imagines, the stronger the sense of powerlessness in her heart.

It seems that after a long time, Qingyu came out of the room. He is a clean person, but now, there are a lot of blood stains on his clothes and there is no time to take care of it, "Senior Sun’s injuries have stopped."

"Really?" She lowered her head, her expression indifferent.

"Your face is pale, you need to rest."

"What about you?" Scenery raised her eyes, her eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, "Don't you need to rest?"

Qingyu said: "We all need to rest."

The scenery smiled, but it was uglier than crying.

Zhijian arranged a guest room for them. He said that when he arrived, he did not see Xue Ran, nor Guan Yueyue and Nangong Li. Maybe they were already leaving the valley, but the scenery did not feel the slightest relaxation. The voice told her that Xue Ran was still by her side.

In everyone’s evaluation, Dongfang Ye is a person who indulges in pleasure, but no one can doubt that his residence is the safest place. It’s best for Sun Yidao to heal his injuries here. Dongfang Ye is called Jianjian. After taking out many precious medicinal materials, and thanks to these medicines, Sun Yidao finally woke up after being in a coma for more than ten days.

Sun Yidao did not care about the loss of his arm. He even comforted Guangxi and Qingyu. He only had to drink and drink. He had a reputation and chivalry. It didn't matter whether he could take a sword or not.

He didn't tell Feng Feng what Xue Ran said to him when he broke his arm.

"If you let go of my most important thing, then I will be courteous and ruin your sword holding hand."

At that time Xue Ran smiled and cut off Sun Yidao's hand with the sword that Sun Yidao fell.