Bai Jun stares at the two men. The one with the knife is handsome and handsome in a long blue shirt, but his face looks cold and merciless. The slightly ill man was silvery white, with distinct features and noble features. Although his face was pale and there was cold sweat spilling from his forehead, he looked calm and had no flaws.

"Master, it seems that there is only one living person in this white house." The man with the knife repeated it again.

Bai junzhuo's eyes were turning around between the two men, looking at the two men who broke into her boudoir.

The silver man nodded, opened his lips slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "who are you? What happened to the Bai family recently, and why was it so broken up overnight? "

Bai junzhuo also wanted to ask them who they were. He opened his mouth, and his throat burst into a tearing pain without making a sound.

"Master, she seems to be dumb."

"You Cough... " What else did the silver man want to say, but when he opened his mouth, he vomited a mouthful of blood. He quickly covered his waist, and blood oozed from his fingers.

"Master! Master, what's the matter with you? " The man holding the knife nervously held the silver man. Seeing the blood oozing from his waist, he immediately frowned and hesitated. Unexpectedly, he took out the knife rest on Bai Jun's neck and cauterized him fiercely, "let baigonglu roll out!"

Bai Jun was stunned and shook his head. He didn't know how to tell them that Bai gonglu was dead.

"Moying," the injured man seemed to ease over, went to the chair beside the dresser, sat down and said carelessly, "don't scare people."

Mo Ying listened, coldly glanced at Bai Jun, calmed down, took back the knife, and said to her, "it's OK not to call out Bai Gong Lu. It's said that you Bai's family, even cooks, are proficient in medical skills. As long as you can cure the master's injury, I'll let you go, or I'll make your life worse than death

Bai junhuo jumps and glances at the injured man. His blood is constantly oozing out, and half of his clothes are dyed red. If he goes on like this, he must die.

In his own room, dead people are always bad, white Jun burning shoes are not wearing, then walked out of bed to the man.

First pulse, and then the man's clothes opened, carefully looking at his wound. It's very deep. The skin around the wound turns outward. In this weather, it will rot and fester sooner or later.

If it had been treated earlier, it would not have lost so much blood, and it would not have worsened. Instead of being treated well, he seems to have traveled a long way, leading to the deterioration of the wound, and he is dying!

"Well, it doesn't matter if my master is hurt?" The man with the knife asked anxiously.

If the old man can't take out some antibiotics from the old man's dressing table, he can't get some medicine from the old man's dressing table.

The injured man has been staring at Bai junzhuo since just now, with cold light in his eyes, which makes Bai junzhuo flustered for no reason.

"My injury is serious?" The man asked in a deep voice.

Bai junhuo nodded.

"Do you know when it was hurt?"

It can be inferred from the deterioration of the wound. Bai junzhuo nodded again.

Man's face seems to sink down, his eyes slightly droop, tone of voice without waves to Mo Ying said, "kill her."

As soon as the voice fell, a shining silver knife had already cleaved to her!