Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

"You have serious internal injuries, all internal organs are damaged, and you won't live long. It's normal for your limbs to be stiff."

Duanhua is light and pure, elegantly spreading the newly formulated face powder on top of the fragrance, completely ignoring the children.

She knew her own physical condition best, and the news was originally expected by the child, but when it came out of the emperor's uncle's mouth, she was unexpectedly calm, so she became not calm.

"I want to go home!"

She has lived in a soy sauce shop for seven years, and she has never missed her parents in this world as strongly as at this moment. [

With the memories of two lifetimes, she will naturally not depend on and be close to her parents like a real child.

Now, how she wishes to be in the arms of her parents and tell them that she actually resents her name very much and has always wanted to change it, otherwise she will die with hatred.According to reports from the ghost messengers of the underworld, people who die with regret will wander forever on the road to Huangquan, and will never be able to reincarnate.

Duanhua looked at the child in surprise, "Where does your family live?"

The child hurriedly replied: "Out of Xiliu Street, walk two more streets, there is a Zhangjia soy sauce shop, which is opened by our family, it is easy to find, and all the neighbors in the neighborhood know it."

"I thought you were a homeless child without parents."

Duanhua stood up slowly, walked lightly, walked around the short table and approached the bed.He sat down on the head of the child's bed, pressed his plain fingers on the child's wrist, and meditated deeply.

The child thought that his fingers must be as cold as snow, but who knew they were actually warm, he couldn't help being disappointed, and suddenly felt that the fairy spirit on his body was a little less.

"It's not completely hopeless." Duan Huasu withdrew his hand, his expression remained calm.

The child stared intently at that haughty face, wouldn't she be saved if she was a homeless child?

Duanhua walked back to the short table, picked up a incense book from the short straw mat, flipped through a few pages, and said absently:

"But I don't want to save."

"puff--"

The child didn't come up in one breath, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Is this testing her psychological endurance?Since you don't want to save her, why bother to feel her pulse?Now that I have already felt the pulse, why should I be so frank with her?

"However..." Duanhua turned to look at her, turning a blind eye to her vomiting blood, indifferent to the extreme, "If you can tell me a reason for me to save you, and a reason that satisfies me, I will save you."