Before Song Anle could reach the hanging building, Xiaoju came up from afar and helped her into the house very directly, but she did not notice that Xiaoju paused for a moment when she saw the snow lotus in her hand.

Song Anle returned to the dormitory and seemed to be back in her own spring. Xiaoju seemed to have learned about the injuries on her feet, because she had just returned to the dormitory, Xiaoju had already prepared to wipe the medicine for the injuries on her feet.

After Xiaoju's careful medicine, Song Anle felt that her foot injury had obviously healed a lot, so she said to Xiaoju with great gratitude: "Thank you Xiaoju, this medicine works very well."

But Xiaoju just glanced at her, and then took care of packing her own medications. Song Anle seemed to know Xiaoju's temperament, so she didn't feel unhappy. Instead, she said, "By the way, Xiaoju, are you the only ones here to take care of?"

"Miss Song is time to rest." Xiaoju held the things she packed, nodded and signaled, and then stepped out.

Song Anle watched Xiaoju leave, and she sighed deeply, but what she sighed was not just a sigh, but just a kind of neglected loss.

In the evening, Song Anle never saw Gao Yuanshang again, so after taking a little dinner, she got into the bed early. Although she had never felt sleepy, she still liked to reveal her worries alone.

The ink-like night is illuminated by the vast white snow. In the vast white snow scene, a dark shadow quickly glances through the snow and runs in the air. Occasionally, a trace will remain on the thick snow.

Immediately after the black clothes, they followed several figures of night clothes. The night clothes were all fast, holding a shiny and sharp sword in their hands. The sword followed the thick snow and drew different marks in the traceless snow. From the direction they were following, it was not judged that the night clothes were chasing the man in black before.

As several people in night-clothed clothes quickly chased each other, the man in black in the past was soon chased by several people in night-clothed clothes and surrounded by several people. Then a crisp sound of "jingle" with swords and swords mixed together disturbed the silent snow scene.

The black shadow man, from the previous fighting situation, held a golden wire in his hand, which looked particularly dazzling under the enemy's sharp blade, but under his squandering, the golden wire was at ease, like his own arm, better than the long sword in the enemy's hand.

The crisp sound of the golden silk and sword peaks colliding was much more unique than the sound of the sword. However, under the siege of many people, the man in black was obviously unable to do so, but the fierce battle continued in the snow.

A tall and strong man in the night uniform always leads. When the man in black loses his endurance, he always attacks the forward with agility. The long sword as clever as a snake in his hand makes a "swoosh" sound.

The man in black seemed a little unrestrained when he threw the golden wire out of his hand. Because he was exhausted, he also retreated repeatedly. At this time, the enemy beside him took the opportunity to stab him quickly. Because he could not dodge, the sword cut his arm.

The man in black instinctively covered his stabbed arm, and for a moment he neglected to attack the man closest to him and took the opportunity to stab the sword. Fortunately, the man in black was agile. He swung out golden silk and clamped the sword peak sent by the enemy in front of him, fortunately avoiding a fatal blow.

The battle situation was when the man in black stopped the hostile man in the lead, the battle situation temporarily fell into a stage. The man holding a long sword said coldly: "Give him over, otherwise you will die here."

The handsome face of the man in black looks even more handsome under the reflection of the white snow, but it is too cold, making people afraid to look directly at him, and he is Gao Yuanshang.

Gao Yuanshang half-curled the corner of his mouth, sneered and hummed with a hint of smugness, and then he said provocatively: "That depends on whether you have the ability."

As soon as Gao Yuanshang finished speaking, he let go of the golden thread in his hand, and another fierce fight was another fierce battle, but the main focus was still as a man led by Gao Yuanshang and the other side. The war was always in a tie, so the situation of the war continued to continue.

Gao Yuanshang was injured, so he repeatedly wanted to escape, but the other party did not give in at all. He could only move towards the direction where he lived. Although he and he did not want to reveal his hanghouse, he had to take this method in order to understand the circumference.

As for his hostile identity, he originally suspected that he was his enemy, but from the conversation he had just started, he concluded that the visitor was not his enemy, so his fearful thought subsided.

The sound of fighting was still spreading in the quiet night. Xiaoju leaned on the rattan chair indoors, as if she was sleeping in a beautiful dream, but was also shocked by the sound of harsh weapons. She stood up quickly and listened carefully to the direction of her voice. In just a moment, she carried the certain position and headed straight for her.

Gao Yuanshang was still striving to support him, and the other party's personnel were repeatedly seriously injured under his golden silk, but there were many people and powerful people. If he continued to delay like this, it would be of no harm to him.

Just as Gao Yuanshang was thinking about how to get out, another petite figure rushed into the fight quickly. He secretly outlined the corner of his mouth, as if he was sneering proudly, because the visitor was his expected assistant.

After all, Xiaoju was physically strong, so after she came up with a long sword, she quickly knocked out several men who were exhausted one by one. Although the man in Yezhang clothing was still fighting angrily, the current situation was not good for him, and he did not dare to ignore his own life and death.

Finally, under the difficult stalemate, the man in the night clothes waved his sword and several night clothes quickly disappeared into the night scenery.

After the enemy disappeared, Gao Yuanshang finally couldn't hold on. His unstable body was able to avoid stuttering under Xiaoju's tricky support. Xiaoju held Gao Yuanshang and asked in fear: "Young Master, are you injured?"

Gao Yuanshang just took a deep breath, as if it was brewing the airflow in his body. Xiaoju knew that it was not appropriate to ask too much, so she helped Gao Yuanshang walk towards the hanging building.

Since the dormitory was given to Song Anle, Xiaoju helped Gao Yuanshang to his study. Under the thick clothes, the wound on Gao Yuanshang's arm was still shocking. The deep wounds were connected by flesh and blood. Xiaoju carefully helped him take off his coat.

The clothes were worried that they would touch the wound, so Xiaoju quickly tore open the sleeves on her arms, while Gao Yuanshang was frank from beginning to end, and his handsome face did not have any expression.

Xiaoju prepared medicine to apply medicine to Gao Yuanshang, and her series of actions seemed so skillful and contented.

Song Anle was always alarmed by a faint action in her vague sleep. She seemed to be in a dream, but the faint sound of walking seemed so real. Finally, in her hazy consciousness, she faded her irritable sleepiness.

Since coal is always used for heating indoors, the water in the human body will inevitably be insufficient. Song Anle was irritable and thirsty, so she stood up to find the water source.

The white water in the dormitory had already faded away for a long time, so she had to wear her coat and go out to find the water source. As soon as she left the door, she accidentally found that there seemed to be a light upstairs. As far as she knew, Gao Yuanshang had always lived in the study, so she guessed that Gao Yuanshang forgot to turn off the lights.

Although Song Anle thought so, there was still a faint sound from the upstairs, so she walked up curiously. However, in order to avoid disturbing others, she was thinking about her toes, and it seemed that she felt guilty as if she was a thief.

In addition to the serious injuries on his arms, Gao Yuanshang also had many deep and shallow minor injuries on his body, so Xiaoju helped him take off his clothes and carefully applied medicine for him. However, this scene was ambiguous at the angle where Song Anle was located, and could not be looked at directly.

Xiaoju happened to be facing Song Anle with her back, while Gao Yuanshang was facing the door, but she was facing Song Anle with her face, but she closed her eyes slightly, so with the spacious area of ​​the study, he didn't pay attention to anything else.

Xiaoju is only dedicated to cleaning up the wounds for Gao Yuanshang, so from Song Anle's perspective, Xiaoju is buried in Gao Yuanshang's arms, and the two seem to embrace ambiguously, and Gao Yuanshang is still naked and half-naked.

Song Anle looked at it for a moment, and was reminded by a stinging pain in her chest. She didn't want to take a look, so she turned around and turned back to the dormitory. However, along the way, she seemed to have walked a difficult road for a long time.

When Song Anle returned to the dormitory, she was stunned and curled up on the bed without any sleepiness, and even her thoughts became empty. However, she could not find a place to summarize the inexplicable depression in her heart.

The sky gradually revealed the vast white sky in the quiet dawn. When the morning sun rose, it also became particularly bright red. Only the white snow scene stubbornly enveloped the earth.

Song Anle didn't know whether she woke up from a confused sleep or survived her tired consciousness. It was not until the night was replaced by light that she stood up lazy and tired. She could still find her own thoughts in front of the bright snow scene.

Song Anle stood on the open-air platform behind the first floor. When she heard the footsteps from top to bottom upstairs, she subconsciously glanced and saw Xiaoju coming down from upstairs with a tray, but she just took a look, and there was no other change in expression.

Xiaoju also looked at Song Anle, and seemed to have no intention of saying anything. Then she was busy with her own affairs, and then she went downstairs to Gao Yuanshang, but Song Anle did not look back because of the heavy footsteps, she didn't have to look at it, and she knew it was him.

Gao Yuanshang stood on the stairs and looked at Song Anle. He walked down thoughtfully. There were still a few stairs left under his feet. He was thinking about whether to tell her about the men last night.
Chapter completed!