Love is deep but fate is shallow, this beautiful wife has waited for a thousand years

Mu Xiaoqiao tried to sit up again, but she was powerless. The wounds on her body were bleeding, and the falling rain around her was all dyed red.

Are you just waiting to die?

Mu Xiaoqiao closed his eyes, feeling somewhat hopeless. If the number one killer Duan Hun died in this remote wilderness, it would surely make everyone happy if the news got out.

Suddenly, Mu Xiaoqiao felt footsteps stopping beside her, and then the rain that kept hitting her face stopped.

She opened her eyes slightly, and in the dim light she could only see a man squatting in front of her. He was dressed in white, holding an umbrella in one hand and extending his other hand to feel her breath. The light was too dim to see his face clearly.

"Still alive." He seemed to be talking to himself. When the voice came out, Mu Xiaoqiao was relieved instantly and fainted together with the killer Mu Xiaoqiao. Before she lost consciousness, she was still thinking, it seems that I can't die, he is here.

When she woke up again, she was already lying on the bed. Mu Xiaoqiao knew that she was just a wisp of consciousness lurking in this body. Although she shared her joys and sorrows, she had no way to change any of Mu Xiaoqiao's words and deeds, nor could she go back to her own world quickly. So she could only stay here and see what the ending of Mu Xiaoqiao and Ruan Haoyu would be in this life.

The first reaction of the killer Mu Xiaoqiao when she woke up was to look for her Soul-Breaking Sword, but she grabbed nothing. She sat up suddenly, which affected the wound on her body, and she groaned.

She was now staying in a simple house with only a bed, a table and a chair. The bed was covered with tattered bedding, with patches on top of patches. But now she didn't care about the environment she was in, she wanted to find her Soul-Breaking Sword.

Without the Soul-Breaking Sword in her hand, she felt very uneasy. The Soul-Breaking Sword was the only thing that had accompanied her over the years.

Fortunately, when she got up, she saw the Soul-Breaking Sword placed neatly beside the bed. She grabbed it and held it in her hand, and her heart finally settled down.

The curtain at the door moved, and Mu Xiaoqiao's agility as a killer burst out instantly. A silver light flashed on his hand, and the sword was already pointing at the throat of Ruan Haoyu who had just walked in.

Ruan Haoyu was dressed in white, with long black hair draped over his shoulders, neatly combed behind his head. He was tall and slender, and there was no trace of panic on his handsome face. Even the medicine in his hand did not spill a drop.

He stopped and said calmly, "Is this how you treat your savior?"

"Who are you?" Mu Xiaoqiao didn't know Ruan Haoyu at this time.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that if you continue to cause trouble, I guarantee that even a great immortal will not be able to save you."

Mu Xiaoqiao held the sword in one hand and covered her chest with the other, trying to endure the fishy and sweet taste that was about to overflow from her mouth. The action just now had indeed affected her injuries. The external injuries were not serious, but the internal injuries seemed a bit serious.

Ruan Haoyu raised his hand and gently pushed away her sword. He walked to the table, put down the medicine, and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't be so stubborn now. Just drink the medicine and rest, and heal your wounds first. We can talk about the other things later."

After saying that, he walked out.

Mu Xiaoqiao held the sword, covered his chest, and pursed his lips. After a long while, he slowly walked to the table and looked at the bowl of medicine.

She was not used to putting her life in the hands of others. For so many years, she only believed in herself.

But what the man said was right. If he hadn't saved her, she would be dead now.

Thinking of this, she picked up the medicine, drank it in one gulp, then lay down on the bed with her extremely uncomfortable body, and soon fell asleep again.

After she fell asleep, Ruan Haoyu came in again. He stood by the bed and stared at her beautiful face for a long time. He shook his head and said, "Why would the old man give me such a big trouble?"

It was still raining outside, and the sound of chaotic footsteps mixed with the heavy rain reached his ears. He sighed helplessly, these people were really persistent.

He walked out of the room, picked up the umbrella at the door, opened the courtyard gate, and looked at the group of people opposite the lotus pond.

"Whoever's inside, hand over that witch quickly and I'll spare your life." Someone shouted from the other side.

"Can you spare my life?" Ruan Haoyu laughed coldly, "Can you come into my medical room?"

The group of people outside were speechless for a moment. They followed the killer Duanhun's trail and came here, but found that they could not cross the lotus pond no matter what. They sent a few people to fly halfway using lightness skills, but they all fell into the water and died without any warning. They never dared to try again.

They were unwilling to just give up like that.

The crowd parted, and a middle-aged man walked out. He was wearing a black robe and had an extraordinary bearing. Although he was over 40 years old, his majesty made him attract attention as soon as he walked out. He was the leader of the plan to kill Duanhun, Sai Mengchang Zhu Haiping.

Zhu Haiping bowed to Ruan Haoyu from a distance and said in a loud voice: "May I know your name? Why do you want to help that evil witch to break her soul?"

Ruan Haoyu snorted coldly, flicked his long sleeves, and said, "I am just an unknown doctor. The person inside is my patient. A doctor treats people regardless of their background. I don't care what grudges you have. Before I cure her, no one can take her away."

There was a commotion on the other side of the river, and someone immediately cursed, "What a big tone."

"If you say you can't bring it, then you can't bring it. Who do you think you are?"

"You can't tell good from evil. What kind of doctor are you?"

Zhu Haiping waved his hand to ask everyone to be quiet, and then he said, "I admire the kindness of doctors, but this woman kills people without blinking an eye. If you cure her, you will be condoning her to continue killing people and add more innocent souls to this world. Don't you know right from wrong and can't you tell right from wrong?"

"What this world's right and wrong has nothing to do with me." Ruan Haoyu's voice was cold. He wanted to use moral blackmail, but unfortunately he didn't buy it.

"Friendly reminder, there is a homemade poison above my lotus pond, called Thousand Day Drunk. If ordinary people smell it, they will immediately become drunk and unconscious. If they fall into the lotus pond and drown, don't blame me for not reminding you."

After saying that, he turned back to the yard and closed the door, obviously not intending to talk any further.

The people on the other side were very angry, but they had no idea what to do, so they all looked at Zhu Haiping.

Zhu Haiping said bitterly: "We will send people to guard here in shifts. I don't believe they can hide in there forever."

Mu Xiaoqiao had no idea of ​​all this. She was feeling hot and cold, her forehead was burning, and she was sleeping very uneasily. Ruan Haoyu was feeling her pulse with a tightly locked brow.

The girl's injuries were too serious. If he hadn't treated her in time, she might not have survived last night. Although her life is saved now, all her eight extraordinary meridians are damaged. In addition, she should have suffered from cold symptoms, and was drenched in the heavy rain for most of the day in such a cold weather. Even if she recovers, I'm afraid she will suffer from chills in the future.