The passers-by are vicious

Finally, Jiang Wanwan gently stroked the mask with her fingers and then hung it around her waist.

There was no trace of regret or anger on her gentle face; she just stared calmly at the distant horizon.

"Hiss." The door was pushed open, and Xuandu walked in in a white suit, holding a bowl of steaming medicinal food in his hand.

He walked silently towards the graceful figure, his eyes fell on the mask hanging around her waist, but he pretended not to see it and said softly: "I found a prescription that can alleviate the pain brought by Wanwan's fate."

Jiang Wanwan turned around with a gentle smile on her face. "Since this is the prescription my husband found, I trust it."

After saying that, she reached out to take the medicine bowl and drank the dark red medicine in it without hesitation.

As the medicinal food slid down her throat, Jiang Wanwan felt that her body seemed to actually relax a little.

Even though she smelled a faint scent of blood, strangely, Jiang Wanwan seemed not to notice it and continued to look at Xuan Du with a smile.

Seeing that Xuan Du's lips were a little pale, Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but step forward as if worried, with a gentle face full of tenderness: "Husband, why are you so pale?"

"It's okay, it might be caused by the medicinal food."

Xuan Du coughed lightly to cover it up, his handsome face still looked cold, but he just looked at the tenderness in Jiang Wanwan's eyes.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the lips, which were originally slightly pale, have become even paler, as if they have lost all the blood color.

Moreover, the breath that occasionally emanated from his body was not only mixed with the elegant fragrance of orchids, but also carried a faint smell of blood.

Jiang Wanwan walked forward distressedly, gently nestled in Xuandu's broad arms, and said softly, "Husband, you have worked so hard..."

The Shushan elder Duanmu Jie has already returned to Shushan with the Demon-Suppressing Box. As for disciples such as Duanmu Rong and Lu Tianyu, they continue to stay and gain experience.

With Rong Hao being sealed, no one in Jiayang Town lost their energy and aged anymore, and the town returned to its former prosperous state.

On this day, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing. Duanmu Rong and Lu Tianyu led their disciples to leave Jiayang Town to continue their training.

Before leaving, Duanmu Rong looked at Xuandu who was standing next to Jiang Wanwan. In the end, she said nothing but turned around resolutely.

With the departure of Shushan disciples, Xuandu's physical condition became worse and worse.

His face was as pale as if he was sick, and he coughed frequently. He no longer had the handsome and elegant demeanor he once had.

Xuan Du now looks more like a frail handsome man, but his cold temperament has not changed.

The servants in the county magistrate's mansion naturally noticed this abnormality, but they chose to remain silent, as if they turned a blind eye to it all and no one had ever discussed it.

Jiang Wanwan, who was predicted not to live past the age of 18, is about to turn 18 this year.

Xuan Du, with a pale face, was decocting medicine for Jiang Wanwan in the kitchen. He gently unbuttoned his clothes in front of his chest, and then forcefully tore off the white cloth wrapped around his body.

As the white cloth was removed, a shocking wound appeared before his eyes. The scar was deeply engraved on his heart, and there were still bloodstains around it.

However, Xuan Du did not hesitate at all. He held the knife tightly in his hand and stabbed it into his chest without hesitation.

The moment the blade cut into his skin, he didn't even frown, as if he was used to this kind of pain.

As the knife went deeper, a stream of bright red blood gushed out of the wound.

Xuan Du watched all this with an expressionless face. His lips were already very pale, and now they had lost the last trace of blood color.

He carefully dropped the blood from his heart that had been drawn by the tip of the knife into the medicine bowl, then he re-bandaged the wound, straightened his clothes, and placed the bowl on the tray and carried it up.

As they walked into the yard, the servants passing by didn't dare to look at Xuan Du. Some of them glanced at his pale and handsome face and quickly lowered their heads.

Seeing his frail appearance, no one was surprised or commented, except for a new maid who felt strange.

"Why does my uncle look paler every time he comes back with medicine?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as she said this, the maid who had been working in the mansion for a long time slapped her and said, "If you want to live, shut up."

After looking around and seeing that no one was noticing, she took the new maid to a corner and taught her the rules.