Xiahou Xiyue looked at his happy expression and was silent for two seconds. She suddenly raised her hand and slashed behind his neck, knocking him unconscious.

Even though he had fainted, he held his hand very strongly. She had been piercing for a long time before she broke his hand apart. She was about to stand up and leave, and her eyes were attracted by what was exposed in his pocket. She reached out and pulled it out. It was a silk-line embroidered handkerchief with two ducks that looked like drowning, but it was actually a swan. This was not a complete embroidery because it had not been embroidered yet.

This was the handkerchief she embroidered. She originally planned to give it to him after embroidery. This was the only memorable thing she brought back from ancient times, but after she came back, there were too many things that made her not have time to embroider.

The long-silent heart suddenly stinged as if a dead tree was in spring. She put the silk pal back into his pocket, took out her cell phone from his pocket, and sent a text message to Wuhen.

Wuhen drove here soon. When he saw the young master lying on the ground, he was shocked. He quickly went down to help him get into the car and hurriedly took him to the hospital. He did not notice that in the corner of the dark alley, a slender white figure stood.

Drunk and getting beaten up again, even the person who was beaten up could not bear it. When Duanmu Xiu was sent to the hospital, he had a high fever. In the painful struggle, he kept calling Xiahou Xiyue's name, and the person who heard it was sad.

After Luo Huaixi helped him with the wound, seeing Wuhen standing at the door worriedly, he waved to him in, pointing at the hospital bed with some confusion and said, "How could he do this?"

"I don't know, the young master got drunk in the club, so he didn't let me go with me, and then ran out alone to get wet in the rain. Later, when I received the message from him, I went to find him immediately and saw him lying on the ground alone." Wuhen's eyes became cold, and he would definitely pull out the person who beat him.

"He was seriously injured, Wuhen. Your young master was committing suicide." Luo Huai hoped that his eyes were a little blamed.

"Next time, I will definitely follow him closely." Wuhen said, clenching his fist.

"Who sent you a text message?" According to him, the sign of his wish to die must not be the text message he sent.

"It was using the young master's phone to send a text message." Wuhen frowned, and he also felt that there was something wrong with this matter.

One by one

The people sent by Wuhen quickly caught the gangsters who attacked Duanmu Xiu. After asking, everyone was surprised.

According to what they said, they were devastated last night, a woman who had been dead for two years.

"Did she really not died back then? Now she is back?" Luo Huaixi's mood was a little complicated. If she really was not dead, why didn't she recognize Duanmu Xiu when she came back? It would be best if she didn't die, because only she can make Duanmu Xiu live now, but why did she leave?

"The young master has not found her body back then, and the young master has always believed that she was not dead." Wuhen said lightly, unable to tell what his mood was.

"It would be great if Xiyue was not dead. Send someone to find her. When she comes back, the young master will be saved." After so long, she finally heard something worthy of happiness, and Xiang Nan said happily.

"Don't be too happy too early. If she really comes back, why should she leave?" Luo Huaixi said lightly.
Chapter completed!