After Xiao Yunhe came here, he learned a new term.

ptsd, scientific name for post-traumatic stress disorder.

She and Ye Ling were both drowned. It was a magical fate. She replaced Ye Ling and lived again. The price was that she not only could not swim, but also was afraid of water.

She would never go to the lake, river or seaside if she had nothing to do. She would never come to know that she was having dinner on the lake tonight.

She walked very carefully along the way and tried not to look at the lake. The pride in her bones would never allow her to show any fear.

So much so that at the moment of falling into the water, Xiao Yunhe couldn't help but burst into a thick sentence, Zhu Yao, the princess chopped you up and fed it to the crocodile.

Princess Yong'an, who is wise and fearless, fell into trouble twice in a fall, which has to be said to be a great humiliation in life.

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"Stupid girl, it finally fell into my hands. You killed two of my brothers before, and the humiliation under your crotch is irreconcilable. Aren't you very arrogant? If you have the ability, continue to be arrogant in front of me."

The little girl's red clothes were like fire, her long hair was tied neatly with a high ponytail, and the red ribbon flew with her ink hair, making her face look more and more beautiful. She was lying on the ground and unable to move. She only stared at the man who was getting closer and closer in front of her. Her eyebrows were a little green, but her beautiful and beautiful look had begun to show signs.

"Tsk tsk, this little face is quite beautiful. Grandpa is very lucky. Glimp, keep glaring, wait until I torture you enough, dig out your eyes and make marbles, use your martial arts to send you to the lower-level kiln, and let you go against me."

The little girl's eyes were both angry and desperate. She was really careless and was plotted against by a villain. She secretly wanted to break through her internal strength, but she could not raise any strength.

"Don't waste your time. That's the Qianshen Water of the Yumen. It's extremely poisonous. When the person touches it, the internal force will be lost. Slowly, your skin will begin to itch. You can't help but want to scratch it. After scratching it, it will aggravate the infection. Soon your skin will ulcerate, your flower-like face will become more disgusting and ugly than the toad's skin, and your whole body exudes a foul smell..."

The man smiled sinisterly, showing a vicious and obscene smile.

Yumen is a terrifying sect in the world. The leader of the sect is called an old poison by the people in the world. He specializes in poisoning and making drugs. His disciples are also studying poisoning and are extremely short-lived and vicious. Before, a small sect had an argument with a disciple of the Yumen. The next day, everyone in this small sect was poisoned and died, and his death was extremely miserable.

Everyone knows that it was done by Yumen. From then on, whenever you meet someone from Yumen, you will definitely take a detour.

There are many poisons in Yumen, and Qian Shishui is even more famous. No matter how powerful a person has martial arts, he loses all his strength, his skin is itchy and ulcerated, and after suffering forty-nine days, his intestines and stomachs rot and die. The most terrible thing about it is not this, but it is colorless and tasteless, and no poison test tool can be detected. No matter in the world or the court, people are afraid of it.

How could the emperor allow such uncontrolled things to lie in the world? What if one day someone is willing to deal with him would be miserable? Therefore, the emperor's uncle secretly sent a master to destroy the Yumen, but unfortunately no one who went there survived. Later, the Yumen sent a living mouth and told the emperor with the mouth of the living man: The Yumen will never interfere in the harem court, and sent the Yumen's house-controlling treasure jade toad to show sincerity. The jade toad can relieve thousands of poisons and also have a counterproductive effect on the Thousand Devouring Water. Moreover, it is extremely difficult to refine the Thousand Devouring Water. As of now, the entire Yumen only has half a bottle, so the emperor felt relieved.

Xiao Yunhe was desperate when he heard Qian Shishui. Qian Shishui was helpless. Is she really going to die here? Mother is sorry for me that I shouldn't have run out secretly...

But before death, we must slaughter the tortoise grandson first.

The man walked up to her, and her wretched smile made her feel disgusting and she was about to vomit out the overnight meal. What made her despair was that she couldn't use any strength in her body. God was going to kill me...

Just when she was desperate, the man suddenly froze. Before the obscene smile on his face could be restrained, the smile looked extremely strange and distorted.

The next moment, the man fell to the ground with a "thump" and fell next to her.

Then she saw a piece of white robe coming into her eyes. A thin and slender man slowly walked over, holding a jade flute in his hand and wearing a silver mask, like a paranormal, mysterious and cold, without staining of dust.

The first thing she saw was the dark eyes behind the mask, which were dark like an abyss.

The man walked over and looked down at her condescendingly. She stretched out her hand and grabbed the hem of his clothes. The cold touch was the same as his man.

"Save...save me."

The man stared at her calmly and then spoke. His voice was low and hoarse, but it was damn good.

"What can I repay me if I save you?"

The man actually told her about conditions and endured her anger. She said like a mosquito and flies: "Gold, silver, jewelry, fame, fortune and fortune."

The man shook his head: "I don't lack it."

She gritted her teeth and said, "Please agree with her."

The number one beauty in Daxia, she is still very confident about her appearance.

The man shook his head again: "No."

She is going to explode with anger, so what do you want?

The man seemed to be thinking and then said, "Be me a medicine man."

What medicine? Before she could react, the man waved his sleeves and she completely fainted.

When she woke up again, she was in a thatched hut, which was very simple but clean. She looked around and saw through the open window that she could see the valley opposite, with some herbs drying outside, and the sound of water flowing came.

She wanted to get up but found that she had no strength in her body. She thought about what happened before she fainted, and was plotted by a villain, and was almost killed by a mysterious masked man when she was rescued.

The one she had was Qian Shishui, and there was no cure to help her. She thought desperately that instead of suffering and dying miserably, it would be better to burn it all in a fire.

At this time, the masked man walked in with a bowl of medicine, and was still in a spotless white robe, like a banished immortal from the sky.

The man sat down beside the bed and said, "Drink the medicine."

The voice was low and hoarse, without any emotion.

The little girl frowned and looked very aggrieved: "I am Qian Shishui, and there is no medicine to relieve it. Don't waste your energy."

The man sneered and said disdainfully: "Can a small minion get Qian Shishui?"

The little girl was stunned.

The man put the medicine bowl on the footstool and said coldly: "That person is lying to you. Any small minion can get Qian Shishui. Isn't this world a mess?"

"Then what you mean is that I don't have to die, I can still live?" The little girl suddenly grabbed his sleeve, and her pale face turned red with excitement, as if she had applied rouge, and was so beautiful.

A pair of charming and lively big eyes were filled with smiles, curved like a crescent moon.

The little girl cried while laughing, and started scolding while crying. She looked so arrogant.

"You saved me, and you will be my savior from now on. Tell me what you want. I can promise you anything except for promising you with my body."

The man pointed to the medicine bowl: "Drink the medicine first."

"What medicine is this?" The girl looked at the darkness in the bowl and subconsciously frowned.

"I don't need gold, silver and jewelry, fame, wealth, and you don't need to promise me. If you want to repay your kindness, you will be a medicine man. In a month, I will let you go."

The girl's eyes rolled: "Will that hurt?"

"Won't."

She felt relieved and picked up the medicine bowl. The bitter anger made a burst of sour water burst out from her throat.

Under the invisible stare of the man, he gritted his teeth, pinched his nose, and drank it in one breath.

She immediately put down the bowl and lay on the head of the bed to retching. She seemed to hear a man crying in her ear, as if she was mocking her embarrassment and childishness.

She looked up and the man brushed his clothes and flew away, leaving her with a vague back.

"Bastard." She cursed gritting her teeth.

Since then, the man didn't give her anything, and a bowl of medicine was given to her every day, and she gave her an injection on time in the evening. She didn't feel the pain, just like an ant bite, and then let her take a medicine bath at night. Although he wouldn't show up throughout the whole process, his voice would sound from time to time outside, telling her how to regulate her breathing.

The candlelight swayed, the water mist was hazy, and the man's slender silhouette was reflected on the screen window, and his low and hoarse voice seemed to be coming, gently teasing her heartstrings.

One night, she suddenly had a rash all over her body and was unconscious. The man frowned tightly: "What's wrong with that?"

She seemed to be afraid of heat and kept tearing her underwear, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

The man's pupils shrank suddenly, he picked up the quilt and covered her, and suddenly turned his head.

The girl kicked open the cup and suddenly trembled: "It's so cold..."

Subconsciously lean towards the warm source.

The man was suddenly caught in his arms by the other party, his hands tightly clasped his waist, feeling the hot and soft body in his arms, the man clenched his hands into fists, and the blue veins on the back of his hands burst.

He suddenly pushed the girl in his arms away and turned his head to leave.

Behind him was the girl's painful moan. The man took two steps, closed his eyes, and walked back to the bed.

Holding her wrist to take her pulse, the girl moved uneasyly, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Don't move."

The girl seemed to be frightened and did not move. He took out the silver needle and was about to apply it. When he raised his head, he collided with the girl's eyes.

The girl's eyes were like a clear spring in the mountain stream, clear and innocent, and like a deer, uneasy and ignorant.

He was stunned for a moment.

Just as he was stunned, the girl suddenly reached out and patted him at the mask. The mask slid down. He turned his head in a hurry, and his ink hair poured down and flew in the moonlit night.

"Are you pretending?" The voice that had always been cold and without any emotion was full of anger at this moment.

"I always wear a mask, what's shameful? I want to see what you look like." The girl said, jumping up from the bed and jumping towards him.

The man shook his sleeves lightly, and the girl was pushed down on the bed by a force.

He shook his sleeves and walked away, and disappeared in front of the door in a blink of an eye.

The girl angrily smashed the pillow to the ground, but failed. He became alert and would have no chance to get close to him in the future.

Seeing the mask falling to the ground, the girl bent down and picked it up, gently rubbing the cold metal mask with one hand, and the man's dark and deep gaze flashed in her mind. For a moment, she saw a hint of worry inside.

The girl lowered her head and laughed. He was not without any emotion.

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Xiao Yunhe woke up rubbing her head.

She rarely dreamed of him, but she didn't expect that this time she fell into the water, it seemed that she had unblocked those memories.

"My aunt, you are awake. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Why did you fall into the water so well?" Li Xing surrounded the bed, his tone of worry and anxious.

Xiao Yunhe sat up slowly, her clothes had been changed into hotel bathrobes, her hair was half wet, and the sticky feeling made her frown uncomfortable.
To be continued...