The last trace of coldness in Indra's eyes was also melted by Xiao Qian's tears.

The corners of his lips were raised, first in a small curve, then a big smile.

Even the eyes of Wannian Xueji were filled with joy.

He reached out and slowly picked up the tears on Xiao Qian's face: "Don't cry, I can't die."

Xiao Qian subconsciously wanted to avoid his hand, but she still forced herself to hold it back.

Can't die?

Can't you really die?

What is he happy about?

Xiao Qian couldn't understand this devilish man, but her intuition told her that she made the right choice.

She tried to squeeze out a smile, but her voice was worried: "What should I do? How should I save you?"

Indra's smile has not disappeared. He was seriously injured and dying, but he seemed to have found a treasure.

He said: "Hongjiang will be back soon, don't worry."

Xiao Qian's mouth sagged and tears rolled down again: "I'm not at ease! That woman has been coveting you. If she comes back and sees you like this, will she touch you and hug you? I don't want her to touch you!"

Xiao Qian's willful words will once again let Indra show her beauty.#@$&

He suddenly laughed, laughing happily, as if he had never had such a happy life.

No matter how stupid Xiao Qian was, she finally noticed something strange, but the more she did, the less she dared to show it.

She said in fear: "Don't scare me, don't scare me, okay?"

Indra stopped smiling and said seriously: "I am happy, I am really happy. I have never been so happy in my life."

Xiao Qian took the opportunity to push him away and said angrily: "It's all like this, you still say such crazy words!"%&(&

Indra lies on the ground, covering his shoulders and revealing a painful look: "Good lady, be gentle, you should be hurt because your husband's wounds are hurt."

Xiao Qian snorted coldly: "I think you won't hurt at all!"

Indra said to Xiao Qian to look at the gate of the courtyard: "Hong Jiang is here, don't worry, she has good medical skills, I will be fine. If you don't want her to touch me, you can listen to her command and ask her to teach you how to treat my wounds."

Xiao Qian was suddenly shocked: "Child! Will the child be in danger? You lie down and don't move first, let the woman treat you, I'll go see the child!"

After saying that, Xiao Qian ran away in a panic look.

By the side of Hongjiang, she glared at Hongjiang fiercely.

Hong Jiang frowned in confusion. When she approached Indra, she saw Indra lying on the ground and smirking.

He smiled so happily and brilliantly, like a big boy, lying in a pool of blood and smiling like a fool.

Seeing that he was like this, Hong Jiang knew the ending.

She didn't dare to mention Xiao Qian's incident, but said, "Master, my subordinates will help you into the house and heal your injuries."

Di Shitian didn't care: "I'm satisfied with her death together with one sword. Hong Jiang, I'll give you a good reward this time."

"Can't survive" and "not wanting to live" seem to have two different meanings?

Hong Jiang didn't dare to disturb his master's interest, but said again: "Master, please let me treat your injuries."

Indra Shitian waved her hand and said, "Let A Chao come, Xiao Qian doesn't like you to touch me."

Hongjiang's hand stretched out froze, biting her lips tightly, and tears kept spinning in her eyes.

As if he didn't see it, Indrama stood up from the pool of blood with his guard's hand and slowly walked into the house.

In the room, Indra sat cross-legged on the bed, his shirt took off, revealing his strong torso.

Blood flowed from his shoulders, and a big hole was ruthlessly stabbed by a sword.

Hong Jiang resisted her grief and directed the guards to treat Indra's wounds.

The guard was not as careful as her. She had failed several times, but Indra was in a good mood and did not blame her for her physical pain.

After the guards left after he treated the wound, Hong Jiang looked at the blood-stained gauze on the ground, her eyes were red: "Master, why are you doing this? Can't you put a bag of pig blood? Why do you really hurt yourself?"

"You not only have to bear more pain than others, but also heal slowly than others. What if the wound is infected?"

Indra smiled and said, "If I don't try her with my true hurt, how can I test her sincerity?"

Hong Jiang burned a small feather picked out from his wound and said with pain: "My master is already an indestructible body of Vajra, immortal, but the feathers of this firebird are even more poisonous than lightning wood. Lightning wood will make you hurt, but it can make you bleed. You must not use it again next time."

If Lu Mingyu was here, he would probably exclaim.

Because this feather is like the big bird by the Blood River.

Indra didn't say anything, but the raised lips still didn't hold back.

When Hong Jiang saw this, she became more and more angry.

She pinched the blood-stained gauze hard, allowing the blood on the gauze to overflow from the cracks of her fingers, which was shocking.

She took a deep breath and said, "Master, don't you understand yet? Then Chu Xiaoqian doesn't care about you at all?"

"What did she do when you were injured just now? Shed two tears to make you so happy. Now you are seriously injured and bedridden, where is she?"

"If she really cared about you, she wouldn't be so indifferent and ruthless. You can't be deceived by her! The subordinates are the ones who treat you sincerely, Master!"

"Bang!"

Indra did not use any skills, and he slapped Hong Jiang hard with his strength, and slapped him 120,000 yuan.

Hong Jiang covered her face and looked at Indie in disbelief: "Master..."

Indra said ruthlessly: "Don't slander the person I like! Hongjiang, I can no longer tolerate you to sow discord."

"This palm not only breaks the relationship between you and me, but also the last decent thing I have given you in my mind for years of hard work."

Hongjiang's expression went from shock to panic.

She cried and cried, begging and crying: "Master, my subordinates are sincere to you, so how can I harm you? Please tell me yourselves clearly and don't abandon my subordinates! As long as you let my subordinates stay, my subordinates will never dare to target Chu Xiaoqian in the future!"

Indra's indifferent eyes fell on her face. Just as she was overjoyed and thought that the master had changed his mind, she said coldly: "Those who do not know the magnanimity should call her wife."

Hong Jiang opened her eyes wide and covered her mouth and fell to the ground, as if she was instantly drained from all her strength.

At this moment, she finally realized that this ruthless man was moved.

The true emotion is so blinded and unaware of it.

It's really ridiculous. What's the point of Chu Xiaoqian?

But he can cook a few dishes, sprinkle a few drops of horse pee, and pretend to be pitiful, so why can he make the master who falls into the devil's path fall into love?

Even if you want to move, it should be for her!

Hongjiang was crying, but her heart was ashamed.

She was desperate, completely desperate.

Indra said in a deep voice: "Come on, put Hongjiang into the top of the snow-capped mountain, and suffer the pain of the wind and snow until the soul of life and death disappears. Without my command, no one will let her out!"

Hearing this order, Hongjiang did not respond at all. Until she was dragged down like a rag, she wiped the corners of her eyes and cried, "Master, Hongjiang met you in this life and died without regrets."

Every word of blood-worn words reached Indra's ears, but he did not frown.

In this world, there are only two people who touched his emotions.

Feng Che will make him angry.

Xiao Qian will make him unable to help himself.

That's all.
Chapter completed!