Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, a pair of hands suddenly pressed his shoulders behind his back. Wushuang did not have Nalanhong's brute strength, nor did he have any internal strength, but as soon as his hand was placed on Dayong's back, Dayong felt an incomparable chill.

The Qi penetrated into his body along Wushuang's hands, and the chill was so piercing that when he meditated on his jaws, a layer of white frost appeared on his back.

"Take... take... me... me... to... save... Mei Xi..."

"Oh, I'm going, Master Shuang, don't scare me... What's wrong with you? Okay, okay, I'll take you there. You let go first. If this continues, I'm going to freeze into ice." Dayong shivered, and the coldness

He was so angry that he felt deep in his heart. If the person standing in front of him was not his son-in-law's best friend, he would definitely scold you, "You are a human or a ghost."

Wushuang is a special patient and did not bring any medicine in his travel bag. Now the world's top neurological drugs can no longer control the speed of the virus invading the brain. He packed nothing but a whole bag of fresh apples.

"Master Shuang, why are you pretending to be this? How about we buy it after we get off the plane?"

"Hey Dayong, where are you taking Brother Wushuang?" Li Xinhan asked.

"Shuangye's condition has been relatively stable recently, but he still needs to go to the hospital for a review. Our young master asked me to take him to Beijing for a visit. He will be back in a few days. If you three need anything in the mountains, you can go find him.

Fujin." Dayong lied.

"Do you need Amy? Allah is not used to being without me." Amy blinked her beautiful big blue eyes and reluctantly arranged the clothes for Wushuang.

The loyalty of Muslim girls towards love is simply embarrassing. If other girls fell in love with such a stupid patient, they would stay with her for a month at most, and then they would definitely let go. But Amy has always been by Wushuang's side and never left her.

, even though this girl is thin and young, she knows how to take care of people. She takes care of most of Wushuang's daily life, and she will even check on him in the middle of the night. Wushuang was in a trance during the first few days of his illness.

It is equivalent to half a vegetative state, and cannot even solve its own physiological problems. It is Amy who is waiting for him by taking care of him. This girl has not complained at all. To this day, the look in her eyes when looking at Wushuang is still the same as before.

.

"Isn't this inconvenient? Don't worry, we've already contacted them in Beijing. They won't treat you badly. Besides, they'll be back in a few days." Before leaving, Dayong deliberately only opened Li Xinhan, leaving Amy as his wife.

and Arslan pulled aside.

"You two, remember this. I'll keep an eye on Li Xinhan these days. This woman is not a good bird. You must not let her leave Changbai Mountain. Do you understand?"

"Sister Xinhan is a nice person. She won't leave. She loves Allah very much." Amy was very naive.

"You two are still young, and the world of adults is very complicated. She is not the same as us, so we must guard against her! Do you understand?" Dayong's IQ is much higher than those rough guys in the Ma family.

"Allah, you have to be good and don't run around, you know?" Amy combed her sweetheart's hair as if taking care of a child, and then stuffed the washed apple into his pocket.

"Fruit... fruit... eat..." Wushuang took out the big apple and went to bite it stupidly.

"Hey, why are you in a hurry? Come on, Amy will peel the fruit for you. It's not hygienic, you know?"

Amy was afraid that Dayong would be careless and not give Wu Shuang an apple, so she wanted to peel another apple for him before he left. She ran back and got a fruit knife and quickly snatched the apple from Wu Shuang's hands. Who knew the blade of this fruit knife?

It was so sharp that the little girl accidentally cut Wushuang's palm with the blade, and blood immediately flowed from the cut.

"Blood... blood... ah... blood...!!!!!" The stupid patient reacted greatly after seeing the blood, holding his head and howling loudly.

"I'm not afraid... I'm not afraid... Allah is not afraid. It's all because of Amy's carelessness. I'm going to find a band-aid for you right away. Brother Dayong, please wait for me for a minute." Amy ran back and prepared at home.

There is a box of band-aids. Although Wushuang looks stupid, he is very playful, even if he inadvertently hurts himself.

"Brother, is it true that Mr. Shuang can't hear or see now?" Dayong still vividly remembers the scene that just happened in Meihui Cemetery. He can't forget Wushuang's ferocious look like a jackal when he held the thorn in his hand.

"Yes, he is such a good person, hey! How powerful was the master before? But now... these days are not bad. Brother Yong, you don't know. In the first few days when we moved here, he didn't even have the consciousness to poop or pee.

We...we have even prepared a shroud for him." Arslan burst into tears at this point.

"Hey, this is fate. Brother, don't be sad. Brother Yong knows that you two have deep feelings. Don't worry. I don't dare to say anything else. As long as you are within the confines of Changbai Mountain, just ask for anything you want, and my young master will give you anything.

Master Shuang, are you right?" Dayong patted Wu Shuang, who was stunned, and looked down. He saw that the wound on Wu Shuang's back that had just been cut by the blade had stopped bleeding, and the wound was slightly yellow.

"Oh, don't get infected." Dayong curled his lips.

"It's okay. Master gets injured every three days. Every wound is this color before it heals. His body function is very strong and he heals much faster than ordinary people." Arslan said.

At this time, Amy ran back holding a bag of band-aids. These were all for her to take away. "Come on, come on, Brother Yong, take it with you."

Amy ran up to Wushuang and took Wushuang's hand, wanting to put a band-aid on him, but she looked down and was stunned. Just now, Wushuang had a deep wound on his back with a fruit knife, but why did the wound disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye?

No trace? The skin on the back of the hand is smooth and white, and even the hairs are clearly visible.

"This...have I not woken up today?" Amy looked at Dayong.

Dayong rubbed his eyes: "Oh, this is impossible, right? Just now, Arslan and I were talking about whether he was afraid of infection? Where is the wound? Oh my God! It's incredible!"

Dayong reached out and touched the back of Wushuang's hand. He found that the back of Wushuang's hand was very cold, and the temperature was at least 20 degrees lower than other parts of the body. Looking carefully, he could clearly see that the location of the wound on the back of his hand was smooth.

On the skin, new hairs are popping out from under the surface of the skin one by one.

"I'm so confused..." Dayong shook his head. He remembered that last month, Mr. Nalanhong's friend, the Mongolian royal family Batter, came to Changbai Mountain as a guest. The Mongolians are brave and good at fighting, and the two competed in martial arts. Although Nalanhong

They are born with brute strength, but they do not have the stature of the Mongolian men. They are born good wrestlers. But unexpectedly, as soon as they stood up, a pair of hands suddenly pressed their shoulders behind their backs. Wushuang did not have Nalanhong's brute strength, nor did he have much internal strength.

, but as soon as he put his hand on Dayong's back, Dayong felt an incomparable cold air penetrate into his body along Wushuang's hand.

Layer of hoarfrost.

"Take... take... me... me... to... save... Mei Xi..."

"Oh, I'm going, Master Shuang, don't scare me... What's wrong with you? Okay, okay, I'll take you there. You let go first. If this continues, I'm going to freeze into ice." Dayong shivered, and the coldness

He was so angry that he felt deep in his heart. If the person standing in front of him was not his son-in-law's best friend, he would definitely scold you, "You are a human or a ghost."

Wushuang is a special patient and did not bring any medicine in his travel bag. Now the world's top neurological drugs can no longer control the speed of the virus invading the brain. He packed nothing but a whole bag of fresh apples.

"Master Shuang, why are you pretending to be this? How about we buy it after we get off the plane?"

"Hey Dayong, where are you taking Brother Wushuang?" Li Xinhan asked.

"Shuangye's condition has been relatively stable recently, but he still needs to go to the hospital for a review. Our young master asked me to take him to Beijing for a visit. He will be back in a few days. If you three need anything in the mountains, you can go find him.

Fujin." Dayong lied.

"Do you need Amy? Allah is not used to being without me." Amy blinked her beautiful big blue eyes and reluctantly arranged the clothes for Wushuang.

The loyalty of Muslim girls towards love is simply embarrassing. If other girls fell in love with such a stupid patient, they would stay with her for a month at most, and then they would definitely let go. But Amy has always been by Wushuang's side and never left her.

, even though this girl is thin and young, she knows how to take care of people. She takes care of most of Wushuang's daily life, and she will even check on him in the middle of the night. Wushuang was in a trance during the first few days of his illness.

It is equivalent to half a vegetative state, and cannot even solve its own physiological problems. It is Amy who is waiting for him by taking care of him. This girl has not complained at all. To this day, the look in her eyes when looking at Wushuang is still the same as before.

.

"Isn't this inconvenient? Don't worry, we've already contacted them in Beijing. They won't treat you badly. Besides, they'll be back in a few days." Before leaving, Dayong deliberately only opened Li Xinhan, leaving Amy as his wife.

and Arslan pulled aside.

"You two, remember this. I'll keep an eye on Li Xinhan these days. This woman is not a good bird. You must not let her leave Changbai Mountain. Do you understand?"

"Sister Xinhan is a nice person. She won't leave. She loves Allah very much." Amy was very naive.

"You two are still young, and the world of adults is very complicated. She is not the same as us, so we must guard against her! Do you understand?" Dayong's IQ is much higher than those rough guys in the Ma family.

"Allah, you have to be good and don't run around, you know?" Amy combed her sweetheart's hair as if taking care of a child, and then stuffed the washed apple into his pocket.

"Fruit... fruit... eat..." Wushuang took out the big apple and went to bite it stupidly.

"Hey, why are you in a hurry? Come on, Amy will peel the fruit for you. It's not hygienic, you know?"

Amy was afraid that Dayong would be careless and not give Wu Shuang an apple, so she wanted to peel another apple for him before he left. She ran back and got a fruit knife and quickly snatched the apple from Wu Shuang's hands. Who knew the blade of this fruit knife?

It was so sharp that the little girl accidentally cut Wushuang's palm with the blade, and blood immediately flowed from the cut.

"Blood... blood... ah... blood...!!!!!" The stupid patient reacted greatly after seeing the blood, holding his head and howling loudly.

"I'm not afraid... I'm not afraid... Allah is not afraid. It's all because of Amy's carelessness. I'm going to find a band-aid for you right away. Brother Dayong, please wait for me for a minute." Amy ran back and prepared at home.

There is a box of band-aids. Although Wushuang looks stupid, he is very playful, even if he inadvertently hurts himself.

"Brother, is it true that Mr. Shuang can't hear or see now?" Dayong still vividly remembers the scene that just happened in Meihui Cemetery. He can't forget Wushuang's ferocious look like a jackal when he held the thorn in his hand.

"Yes, he is such a good person, hey! How powerful was the master before? But now... these days are not bad. Brother Yong, you don't know. In the first few days when we moved here, he didn't even have the consciousness to poop or pee.

We...we have even prepared a shroud for him." Arslan burst into tears at this point.

"Hey, this is fate. Brother, don't be sad. Brother Yong knows that you two have deep feelings. Don't worry. I don't dare to say anything else. As long as you are within the confines of Changbai Mountain, just ask for anything you want, and my young master will give you anything.

Master Shuang, are you right?" Dayong patted Wu Shuang, who was stunned, and looked down. He saw that the wound on Wu Shuang's back that had just been cut by the blade had stopped bleeding, and the wound was slightly yellow.

"Oh, don't get infected." Dayong curled his lips.

"It's okay. Master gets injured every three days. Every wound is this color before it heals. His body function is very strong and he heals much faster than ordinary people." Arslan said.

At this time, Amy ran back holding a bag of band-aids. These were all for her to take away. "Come on, come on, Brother Yong, take it with you."

Amy ran up to Wushuang and took Wushuang's hand, wanting to put a band-aid on him, but she looked down and was stunned. Just now, Wushuang had a deep wound on his back with a fruit knife, but why did the wound disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye?

No trace? The skin on the back of the hand is smooth and white, and even the hairs are clearly visible.

"This...have I not woken up today?" Amy looked at Dayong.

Dayong rubbed his eyes: "Oh, this is impossible, right? Just now, Arslan and I were talking about whether he was afraid of infection? Where is the wound? Oh my God! It's incredible!"

Dayong reached out and touched the back of Wushuang's hand. He found that the back of Wushuang's hand was very cold, and the temperature was at least 20 degrees lower than other parts of the body. Looking carefully, he could clearly see that the location of the wound on the back of his hand was smooth.

On the skin, new hairs are popping out from under the surface of the skin one by one.

"I'm so confused..." Dayong shook his head. He remembered that last month, Mr. Nalanhong's friend, the Mongolian royal family Batter, came to Changbai Mountain as a guest. The Mongolians are brave and good at fighting, and the two competed in martial arts. Although Nalanhong
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