Time is slow

   Chapter 510 The Past

   He doesn't have any sister, his only sister, who died of illness when he was ten years old.

  The moment the man lost consciousness, this thought flashed in his mind, and his whole body leaned back.

  The man's body was stuck in the middle of the tree branch and did not fall.

  Qiao Zhao was already pale, leaning on the branches and gasping for breath, as if his body had been hollowed out, and even his fingertips were shaking.

   Just performed hypnotism to confuse that person, looking at an understatement, in fact, she used all her energy. At this moment, she had a splitting headache and was overwhelmed.

  Rao was like this, Qiao Zhao quickly slid down holding the trunk.

  She didn't know how to climb trees, and was anxious about the morning light, so she let the rough tree trunk cut through her tender palms, and when her feet landed on the ground, the palms had already worn out the skin.

  Qiao Zhao didn't care about this, and staggered towards the morning light.

  Chen PV was motionless on the ground full of thick fallen leaves, with a dark red underneath.

  Qiao Zhao turned him over, revealing a young and handsome face.

   "Morning Light—" Qiao Zhao shook his fingers to test Chenguang's breath, but the other party was completely breathless.

Qiao Zhao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he touched and touched from his purse, but he couldn't find it in a hurry. He simply tore off his purse and poured out all the small bottles and jars, grabbed the green small bottle and poured it out. Immortal Pill, stuffed into Chenguang's mouth.

   Chenguang had countless wounds, big and small, the most serious being the stab wound on his back.

  Qiao Zhao sprinkled Zhixue San, tore off the hem of his clothes and wrapped it up for him. When he was done, his whole body was soaked with cold sweat.

She lay on Chenguang's chest and listened, vaguely heard the weak heartbeat of the other party, she almost cried with joy, hugged him and whispered: "Chenguang, can you hear me? You have to hold on, didn't you say you haven't married yet? My daughter-in-law, can't you die? How about I marry Binglu to you? As long as you survive well, I will give you Binglu as a betrothal..."

   Chenguang's eyelashes trembled slightly.

  The sound of footsteps came, and a pair of soap boots came into view, and the owner of the shoes had slender legs.

   Qiao Zhao, who was holding Chenguang, froze and slowly raised his head.

   The sky suddenly turned white.

  Qiao Zhao's eyes slowly moved up, first he saw the black-colored hem of the person's clothes, and then he saw the familiar face with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

   After the initial eye contact, Jiang Yuanchao suddenly squatted down and looked directly into Qiao Zhao's eyes.

  Qiao Zhao hugged Chenguang tightly and looked at him motionless.

  Jiang Yuanchao suddenly stretched out his finger and wiped it at the end of Qiao Zhao's eyes, mocking the corner of his mouth: "Crying? For a little guard?"

  Qiao Zhao pursed his lips tightly without saying a word, looked back, and landed on Qiao Yushi, who was being held by the only man in black.

  Jiang Yuanchao saw that she was still ignoring him at this time, he was inexplicably annoyed, and sneered: "Is he not dead yet?"

  Qiao Zhao secretly clenched his fists and said lightly, "You haven't died yet, why did he die?"

   These words undoubtedly angered Jiang Yuanchao.

   The corners of his mouth suddenly closed with a smile, and he asked lukewarmly, "Is that so? Then I'll send him to see Hades now to see if I will die."

   He stretched out his hand, and Qiao Zhao directly blocked the morning light.

  Jiang Yuanchao stopped and asked, "Why, do you think I can't bear to attack you?"

  Qiao Zhao chuckled: "How could Master Jiang be unbearable?"

  Jiang Yuanchao gave her a deep look, staggered those inexplicably familiar eyes, and said lightly, "It's good that you have this self-knowledge."

   He stretched out a large hand with well-defined knuckles and landed on the girl's neck.

   The girl's neck is slender and slender, like a fragile flower stem that can be broken with a single fold.

   The man's fingers brushed lightly and suddenly tightened.

   The feeling of suffocation came, Qiao Zhao coughed hard, and stared at the man who suddenly killed him.

   "Don't look at me like this." Jiang Yuanchao stretched out his other hand to cover the girl's eyes.

   Her eyes were so similar to that person that his hands were unable to exert any strength.

   But this little girl's life can't be saved.

   Originally, he thought she was a very interesting little girl, and he couldn't help but pay attention to her, and it was okay to indulge her petty temper occasionally.

   But she was actually involved in the muddy water in the south. She knew too much, and she even shot him mercilessly. He couldn't let her go back to the capital alive.

  Qiao Zhao felt that his eyes suddenly darkened.

   Those clenched big hands made it difficult for her to breathe, and she pulled away from her sanity. The brief intersection of the past life and the man in front of her flashed in her mind.

  In the mountains and fields, there is a young man lying on the side of the road, his face is blue.

   She happened to pass by, and at a glance, she concluded that he was poisoned, so she walked over to ask.

   Knowing from the man's mouth that he was bitten by a snake, she squeezed out the snake venom for him and gave it a ointment specially designed to detoxify the snake venom, saving his life with a single effort.

When    parted, he told her that his name was "Thirteen".

   She thought at the time, "Thirteen" must be a name with a story.

   And at this moment, Qiao Zhao just wanted to smile bitterly.

  She is probably the farmer who saved the poisonous snake. The story of "Thirteen" is the story of the farmer and the snake.

   But, she didn't want to die.

   Seeing that the Qiao family's great revenge is about to be avenged, and the eldest brother's appearance is about to recover, why is she willing to die now?

   There is that person. In the previous life, they had no fate. In this life, she doesn't want to have no fate. She wants to grow old with him and love him forever.

   She was reluctant to die.

   A tear rolled down from the corner of Qiao Zhao's eyes and landed on Jiang Yuanchao's fingers, which were whitened from exertion.

  The teardrop seemed like boiling water, making Jiang Yuan move towards his hand.

   Did she cry because it hurts?

   At this moment, he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, and his thin lips pursed tightly and made up his mind.

   What happened to him, he still can't make up his mind? Forget it, give her a good time.

   Just when Jiang Yuanchao made up his mind, he heard the girl's intermittent voice: "Ten, thirteen..."

  Because of a sore throat and difficulty breathing, the girl's voice was fragmented and indistinct, but it fell into Jiang Yuanchao's ears like a thunder, splitting his chaotic mind.

  Jiang Yuanchao's hand suddenly loosened, grabbed Qiao Zhao's wrist and asked sharply, "What do you call me?"

  Qiao Zhao moved his fingers, trying to get rid of his hand, but he couldn't exert any strength.

   The intensely tense life-and-death escape for half a night had exhausted all her physical and mental strength.

   "Tell me, what did you just call me?" Jiang Yuanchao's voice was suppressed like a thick dark cloud before the storm.

   The girl's originally agile pupils opened slightly, she looked at him absently, her voice was in a trance: "Thirteen—"

   The sound of "Thirteen" fell into his ears, Jiang Yuanchao was almost unable to control himself, and the scenes of his encounter with the girl from the Qiao family flashed in his mind.

   She rescued him, he said: My name is Thirteen, girl, don't forget.

  See you again, he has already learned that she is the granddaughter of the great Confucian Qiao Zhuo, and has been engaged to the second son of Jing'an Houfu early.

   She still smiled peacefully and calmly: I remember you, Thirteen.

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