One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　He could guess that a woman's life would not be easy, but he had never expected that a woman would be reduced to such a miserable state.

　　The room was silent, with only a nurse sleeping on a cot at the side.

　　Originally, Feng Lixin insisted on accompanying his wife, Lan Youyou.

　　Seeing her life hanging by a thread and her body in such a weak and miserable state, as her husband, Feng Lixin would inevitably be overcome by anxiety.

　　But after running and running for only a few days, Feng Lixin finally collapsed from exhaustion. The protective master of the Butler Mo forced him to sleep in the bedroom to recuperate his own body.

　　In the darkness, one could not tell the age of a person, but could only feel the slim outline of his body.

　　Only when the wall lamp was near the head of the bed did he see that the man's cheekbones were terrifyingly high.

　　It was Xing San.

　　A single phone call from Lan Youyou was enough to allow him to travel thousands of miles from Uther Mar to Shen City.

　　Different from the other foster son s, he and Xing Er had their own nests.

　　Xing San never thought of betraying the foster father Hetun, but for the woman on the bed, he had to give up a lot of things.

　　The bony palm reached over and landed on Lan Youyou's cheek; the woman on the bed seemed to be entangled by a nightmare, as she began to twist her body in pain.

　　As if his breathing had been cut off, Lan Youyou opened his eyes and gasped for air.

　　She felt that there was someone standing beside her bed; even if Xing San was hidden in the darkness, she could still feel his presence.

　　The shadow flashed to the nurse's bed, but the nurse couldn't see what he did to her, so she fell into a deep sleep and probably wouldn't wake up until daybreak.

　　"I'm here."

　　Seeing Lan Youyou not say a word for a long time, Xing San who was silent in the darkness took the initiative to let out a low voice.

　　"Help me kill Lin Xueluo!"

　　Lan Youyou was very direct. She did not look at Xing San, but instead looked at the darkness in front of her.

　　"Heh …" "Hahaha!"

　　After a long while, the dark Xing San finally let out a cold snort, "Looks like, in order to kill Lin Xueluo, you must have paid a great price!"

　　"Cut the c.r.a.p!" You owe me this! "

　　Lan Youyou interrupted Xing San's taunting.

　　"Even if you kill Lin Xueluo, you won't be able to get Feng Xinglang!"

　　"That's none of your business!"

　　With blood gus.h.i.+ng out, Lan Youyou immediately used a towel to cover her mouth, "You only need to answer me: Help or not!"

　　Using the dim wall light, Xing San quietly looked at Lan Youyou who was on the sickbed. He smelt the b.l.o.o.d.y stench, and it came from Lan Youyou's mouth.

　　"What's wrong with you?" Xing San asked.

　　"It's none of your business!" Lan Youyou said coldly.

　　"Has he been poisoned? And it's even on the blood side! "

　　Xing San had not left for long. In such a short period of time, it was impossible for Lan Youyou to suddenly suffer from such a serious illness.

　　"None of your business! Stop talking nonsense and say that you'll help or not! "

　　Lan Youyou covered her mouth tightly, preventing herself from coughing out loud.

　　"The one who poisoned him … could it be Feng Xinglang? "

　　Xing San had his own guesses, but there was a basis for it.

　　If it was someone from the Hetun who truly wanted Lan Youyou's life, it would be impossible for him to use such a inferior method against her. Since Lan Youyou herself was already on the verge of death, she still couldn't forget about taking Lin Xueluo's life … It was not difficult to guess the answer.