Best Immortal Supreme System

"No, it's none of your business." Yang Hongye frowned. She wanted to push Zhou Heng away, but her limbs couldn't exert much force at this time, because on her wrist and ankle, Wan left a finger thick blood hole.

"I don't care about you just to save you," Zhou Heng picked up Yang Hongye. "I'll cure you so that I can ask your father for a bigger gift."

"No," said Yang Hongye, struggling in Zhou Heng's arms, "I'm different from my brother. My father won't reward you for saving me."

"I don't believe it." Zhou Heng put Yang Hongye on the bed with a smile, "your father is still concerned about you. Anyway, you are also his daughter." Yes, when Yang Yue and Zhou Heng and others said that before, they all mentioned Yang Zihuan and Yang Hongye, and they didn't pay special attention to or despise each other.

"To my father, brother Zihuan is his son, and I'm just his knife." Yang Hongye said with a serious expression, "no one will be sad because a knife is broken. At most, there will be a little pity, because he needs to change a knife."

Yang Hongye's statement stunned Zhou Heng. Few people describe themselves as a knife, although Yang Hongye's temperament is really similar. And the tone of her voice is surprisingly immature, which makes Zhou Heng feel like a little girl who seldom communicates with others.

"Don't think so," Zhou Heng tried to comfort Yang Hongye on the bed. "Your father is still worried about you."

"That's just for you to see." Yang Hongye speaks with Zhou Heng's eyes. Zhou Heng feels that she is very mature and sometimes immature.

"Why do you think so?" Zhou Heng squeezed out a smile. "There are no parents in the world who don't love their children."

Yang Hongye looks at Zhou Heng. She doesn't speak any more. Now she knows that her back can't compare with Zhou Heng, and after serious injury, it's even more impossible for her to escape from Zhou Heng. So she lay obediently in bed, as if used to it.

"Well," seeing Yang Hongye lying down obediently, Zhou Heng finally put down a snack, "now I'm going to treat your injury. First of all, I say that I'll take off your clothes just because it's necessary to treat your injury. I have no other meaning."

Yang Hongye still looks at Zhou Heng and says nothing. Her expression doesn't change. It seems that she doesn't value her body.

"Good!" Zhou Heng encouraged himself with words, "I'm going to undress you!"

Then there was a five second silence.

"How do you take off this dress?" If Yang Hongye didn't wake up, Zhou Heng would choose to cut his clothes with a sword, but now he can't do it.

Hearing Zhou Heng's words, Yang Hongye sat up from the hospital bed. Then, she stretched her hand behind her back to pull the zipper of the tights.

Sure enough, the zipper is on the back. Zhou Heng couldn't help thinking.

"Master, this girl is pretty. I think she is better than Tong." Back in the back of the jade break suddenly issued a red ghost voice, this voice only Zhou Heng can hear.

"Ah Zhou Heng was startled by the voice of the red ghost. He almost forgot the sword.

"Master, what are you going to do?" The red ghost's voice became frightened.

Zhou Heng seized the unsheathed sword, and then put yuduan under the bed, so that the red ghost in yuduan could not see anything.

"Master -" a finger of Zhou Heng, the voice from Yu Duan has been cut off. Now, the red ghost can't even hear the voice.

Yang Hongye doesn't pay attention to Zhou Heng's seemingly strange behavior. She takes off her black tights as if no one else. Even the part that stuck to the wound because of the clotted blood was pulled down by her. She has long been used to pain, every injury she is to deal with, from the beginning of trembling to now familiar with, she has suffered countless injuries, and countless times cured herself.

Her previous words were not to be brave. She didn't need Zhou Heng to cure herself, just to spend more time.

When Yang Hongye takes off the whole tights, the woman's body appears in front of Zhou Heng's eyes. Zhou Heng widened his eyes and opened his mouth in surprise. He was not surprised at the beauty of his body. He just didn't think that one's body could bear so many scars.

Yes, under the black tights, there are snow-white skin, new blood holes and countless old scars.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Heng was surprised at the scene in front of him, even to those bored shame.

"Hurt." Yang Hongye simply answered a word, and then she lay on the bed again.

Zhou Heng couldn't believe that there were so many scars on a young girl. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he raised his arm, and the blue flame burned in his palm.

Then, his hand touched Yang Hongye's body.

Yang Hongye's eyes stare at the fire on Zhou Heng's palm. When the blue flame is about to touch her skin, she subconsciously closes her eyes and frowns. But the expected burning and pain did not appear. Instead, it was a comfortable feeling of warmth.Yang Hongye opens her eyes doubtfully. She looks at the palm of Zhou Heng's hand on her body and thinks about Zhou Heng who is rescuing herself.

Zhou Heng gave her a smile.

Yang Hongye's face suddenly turned red.

This is the first time that she has been rescued. In the past, every time she was injured, even if she was seriously injured, as long as she woke up, she would faint the doctors and nurses around her and escape from the hospital. She can't trust anyone except Zihuan, because everyone in the world may hurt her. But this time, Zhou Heng's palm made her feel very comfortable, and she finally confirmed that Zhou Heng would not hurt her.

Zhou Heng felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"Why do you have so many injuries?" He wanted to find some topics to talk about, and this topic happened to be the one he was most interested in. It is said that there is a kind of constitution that is easy to leave scars. As long as a little scratch will leave scars, is Yang Hongye the same?

"Some of them are left by others, some of them are left by themselves." When answering Zhou Heng's question, Yang Hongye's tone did not fluctuate at all, just like telling other people's stories.

"Eh?" Zhou Heng widened his eyes. "Is it your own injury?" So many injuries, as long as there is one tenth of their own left, it can not be said to be general carelessness.

Yang Hongye shook her head, she said calmly: "when I was 12 years old, in order to chase and kill a tyrant, I slashed forty-two knives at myself under the street lamp, which finally excited him. When he couldn't help making a sound, I found him in the garbage can, and then I killed him."

Bloody and absurd story, but looking at Yang Hongye's eyes, Zhou Heng knows that the other party is not lying.

"Another time in Japan, I tried my courage with a man. The loser had to cut off his finger -"

"enough, don't say it!" Zhou Heng interrupted Yang Hongye.

Yang Hongye immediately closed her mouth. She was used to obeying orders. Zhou Heng's tone just now made her feel very familiar.

Her father used the same tone when he ordered her to kill.