My vests are all big guys

It was drizzling, and fine raindrops jumped down from the dark clouds on the horizon. The cold wind blew in from the open window, and it was biting. The gurgling water on the eaves dropped along the sides, and the rain fell lightly. In the clear lake water, like pearls dripping into a white and clear jade plate.

Golden light shines on the ground outside the ward. The small trees in the yard are swaying by the wind and rain, and the night rain is full of people going to moisten the flowers.

Bai Xuan lay weakly on the hospital bed, looking at the scenery outside the window, with a trace of longing in his empty pupils.

On the wooden desk next to the hospital bed, there was a jade-white carnation standing upright in a vase.

The door to the ward was quickly pushed open, and the young female nurse walked to the window in a panic and hurriedly closed the window:

"Bai Xuan, why did you open the window again? Didn't you say you can't open the window?"

Bai Xuan sat up calmly, looking confident.

"Aya, I think I'm almost healed."

"Okay, you big-headed ghost."

Nurse Zhang Ya rolled her eyes at him and helped him pull the crooked quilt, "How long will it take for you to get better if you don't listen to the doctor?"

Bai Xuan's hands under the quilt were firmly squeezed and then loosened. His face seemed unconcerned, "It won't get better anyway."

"Bah, bah, bah, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Ya slapped her mouth gently, her tone a little flustered. "As long as you listen to the doctor carefully, you will be fine soon, you know?"

Bai Xuan refused to listen to her. He closed his eyes on purpose and lay obediently under the quilt. His eyebrows were delicate but still a bit childish.

That's right, he is still just a boy who has just turned eighteen.

Zhang Ya was helpless and had no other choice. She changed Bai Xuan's medicine and then slowly exited the ward, where she happened to meet Director Wang from the hospital.

"Hello, Director Wang."

Director Wang is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a bloated belly that stretches out his white doctor's uniform. His hair is unusually thick and fluffy, standing beside his ears. His bald head is shining brightly.

He looked kind.

"Xiao Zhang, is the young master of the Bai family okay now?"

Nurse Zhang shook her head, "Director, if this continues, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on any longer and the Bai family won't come to see him?"

Director Wang looked sad, "You also know the situation in the Bai family. Now there are several illegitimate children fighting for the right to inherit. It's very chaotic."

He actually felt sorry for this boy Bai Xuan, even though he was the third young master of the Bai family in the beginning.

He asked him to take care of him, but after three years of getting along with him, he also showed some sincerity. He is still a young boy, no different from his own son, but he is too ill and may not survive these days.

Strangely enough, it was impossible to find out what his illness was, but all the organs in his body were inexplicably weakened and even exhausted.

There was a bit of heartache in Nurse Zhang's eyes. She had taken care of Bai Xuan for three years and had already regarded him as her younger brother.

Sudden.

A loud alarm sounded in the ward.

Zhang Ya was stunned for a second and quickly rushed to the ward. Director Wang picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to other doctors in the hospital asking them to come over.

As soon as he entered the ward, he found Bai Xuan lying on the bed with a pale face, his face was full of pain, and he was breathing weakly with his eyes closed.

Zhang Ya quickly took out the medicine prescribed by the doctor from the cabinet, forcefully opened his lips and stuffed it in, poured a glass of water and fed it to him.

"Xuanxuan, how are you?"

Bai Xuan reluctantly opened his eyes, but his vision was almost blurred. In his hazy state, he could only vaguely see a hazy figure in front of him, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

Are you going to die?

So painful.

I no longer want to live.

In the void, something seemed to be speaking.

【1%...20%...50%...100%...】

[Successfully bound]

[Whether to choose resurrection]

[Default resurrection]

[Resurrection successful]

[Character: White Swordsman opens]

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The moonlight was gloomy at night, and the alley was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers. The misty moonlight poured quietly on the leaves, the dawn stars disappeared, and there were dark shadows moving on the trees and buildings in the distance.

The darkness was eerie, and there was no movement in the grass. Only the occasional barking of dogs, the buzzing of insects and the flapping of wings could be heard.

After a while, a beautiful young girl wearing white short-sleeves stumbled towards the alley.

Behind her were closely followed three social youths with slutty smiles.

When she was about to enter the alley, in panic, she tripped over a stone and fell hard. The flesh on her knees was torn by the hard stone, slightly revealing red flesh, and her white fingers were also scratched. , the bleeding continued, and the wounds on her body hurt so much that she couldn't get up.

She watched the three social youths behind her slowly walking toward her, trembling with fear, and her crystal clear tears could not stop flowing down.

"Please, let me go, I will give you a lot of money."

yellow hair

The young man seemed to be the boss. He slowly squatted down next to the girl. With stern eyes, he grabbed the girl's thick black hair and pulled it upwards.

"Bitch, I told you to run, run!"

The girl was pulled so painfully that she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

A thin young man behind him walked up to her with a lewd smile on his face, touched her smooth face with his rough palm, and revealed a lewd look in his sunken eye sockets.

"Boss, I met a good one this time. Can I go first this time..."

The yellow-haired young man shrugged, "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I'm tired of playing with virgins. This time, you and the fat man play rock-paper-scissors."

The chubby man smiled widely when he heard this, revealing two rows of yellow teeth.

"Thank you, boss."

The thin young man rolled his eyes at him and pursed his lips unhappily, "It's a bummer."

The yellow-haired man smiled, "Don't worry, she can't run away anyway, she's just a virgin, there will be more in the future."

The beautiful girl widened her eyes, full of horror, "Please..."

But suddenly the fat man blocked her mouth with a dirty rag, and she could only cry.

The fat man smiled, "Finally, they stopped quarreling now."

He ran to play rock-paper-scissors with the thin man, and this time he was lucky, he won, and the thin man tutted in dissatisfaction.

The girl's face was pale, her body was motionless, she whimpered softly, and she looked at the fat man step by step in despair, and his rough and hot palms reached into her clothes. The two young men next to her looked at everything with smiles on their faces.

At that moment, the sky seemed to thunder.

A flash of sword light passed by.

In the shining white light, everything seemed to stop.

The fat man suddenly roared in pain, "Ahhh... my hand..."

There was only a piece of his left arm left, and the bone could be seen at the wound. The bright red and sticky blood kept falling from the broken part to the ground, and soon a thick layer of bright red blood accumulated.

Not far away, a fat and strong arm rolled down next to the garbage dump.

The yellow-haired and thin man on the side were stunned there, and then they screamed violently. The two hugged each other and their bodies kept shaking.

"Who is it?!!!"

They are indeed not good people, and have done many bad things, but they have never experienced such a scene.

The girl suddenly stared at the alley with wide eyes.

A man in white slowly walked out of the gloomy alley.

He was wearing a plain white shirt and a black belt with a golden dragon pattern tied around his waist.

A head of

Inky black hair tied behind his head, with a pair of deep and cold phoenix eyes, tall and slender figure, wearing a pair of ink-colored boots, he was really leisurely and like a god.

He held a sharp sword in his bony hands. The sword body was made of black iron, with a faint cold light. There was a strange pattern on the hilt, which looked weird and beautiful.

The sharp sword tip was bright red, and blood dripped on the ground.

There was silence.

Everyone present looked up at him in a daze.

The white-clothed swordsman looked at them coldly, and the indifference in his eyes seemed to reflect the snow on the thousands of mountains.

His eyes were clear and cold, and his expression was the kind of loneliness that comes from being alone in the silence.

"You all should be killed."

The tone was cold and sharp, like broken ice.