It was as if there were five hundred ducks chattering non-stop in his ears. He couldn't hear what they were saying at all. It was like a pot of boiled porridge. It was so annoying!

It was like a dream. The messy picture could not be pieced together. Mei Ruoxue thought it was a nightmare. She wanted to open her eyes, but she could not.

"Second Brother! Are you crazy? Put her down!"

The angry roar was like a clap of thunder. Mei Ruoxue shivered and felt suffocated, which almost made her head explode.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a narrow and narrow window in front of him. Through the window, he could see many people standing outside the big door. The old fence was almost squeezed down.

In the near distance, a man was holding a child upside down. Drops of blood rolled down from the child's mouth and nose, as if he had a telepathic connection. The child stretched out his hand to the window as if he wanted to grab her, but he also cried out miserably with all his strength.

"Elder sister! Elder sister!"

After shouting this, the child closed his eyes and his body swayed with the man's movements.

When she looked at the man's face again, the word "father" popped up in her mind, which made Mei Ruoxue gasp.

Mei Ruoxue wanted to rush out to save him, but she found that she didn't have any strength. While she was wondering, she heard a woman crying. "Brother Kuo, I'm dead. Please give me Ruoyun, please!"

"Ruoxue is dead?"

"Damn it!" Mei Ruoxue immediately reached out her hand and touched it. As expected, she touched the rope. It turned out to be her!

How could he die?

Mei Ruoxue grabbed the rope with both hands. The desire to survive made her pour all her strength into her arms, making a standard upward motion.

The moment she came out of the rope, Mei Ruo Xue was suddenly in a trance.

The sadness of going against the current turned into tears, falling down along the corner of her eyes desperately. Mei Ruoxue cursed in her heart. "Where did this bad mood come from?"

She loosened her grip and fell to the ground, almost falling down.

The child just now was her younger sister, and his name was Mei Ruoyun. When she thought of him, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.

After barely stabilizing her body, Mei Ruoxue started running outside.

"Mei Guang! Put her down!" Outside the room, a strong man rushed up, trying to grab her back. However, Mei Guang's movements were getting bigger and bigger, and he was a little afraid.

Mei Ruoxue stumbled out of the room and saw her father swinging his arm. The child she was holding was thrown up like a rag doll.

"All of you, go to hell! You slut, you're all evil! All of you go to hell!" Mei Kuo roared, baring his teeth. He was reeking of alcohol.

Mei Ruoxue reached out and touched a stick. She shouted, "Mei Kuo! Go to hell!"

The crowd burst into an uproar, and some people screamed out in fear, "A... a corpse!"

This sentence stunned Mei Guang. He turned around and saw a black stick of burning fire coming at him. At the same time, the man who had spoken before also rushed over from the side and reached out to grab Mei Luoqing in Mei Guang's hand.

With a crash, Mei Guang looked at the fire stick, which was as thick as a child's arm, break into two pieces in front of him in disbelief. There was also Mei Ruxue, whose eyes were full of fierceness. She took a few steps back and raised her finger to her. "You! How dare you kill your father!"

Go to hell!

Meiruo Xue turned her head and ran to the man, who was her third uncle Mei He. She said with a gloomy face, "Give me the baby!"

"Take her to find the doctor." Mei He let go of her, but suddenly he remembered something. He looked back at Meiruo Xue, who was holding her. He opened his eyes wide and blurted out, "Ruoxue! You're not dead?"

"Yes, she's not dead. Find me a shot." Mei Ruoxue held the child in her arms and turned to run into the house. There was only one thought in her mind: save her!

"Elder sister, elder sister..." Meiruo Qing's skinny hand tightly grasped Meiruo Xue's clothes. "No, no, don't cry."

Mei Ruoxue really didn't want to cry, but she couldn't control herself. She looked down at the child's bloody little face and gritted her teeth. "Don't cry! Hold on! I'll save you."

Tears rolled down from the corners of Meiruo's eyes. She raised her little hand and finally hung it down feebly.

"Ruoqing!"

The woman's voice made Mei Ruoxue tilted her head and looked at the woman with disheveled hair kneeling on the ground. Oh, it was Mdm Chen, the mother.

Meiruo Xue ground her teeth. "Bah! How dare she kneel down at this time? She's a loser!"

The inexplicable hatred came like a tide, just like the sadness that was about to burst her. There was no evidence but she couldn't control it.

"Go find the needle and thread!"

Mei Ruoxue put the child on the bed, and her hand that was holding the pulse could not help trembling slightly. She felt that the child's pulse was starting to shrink, which was a sign of death. She looked back at Mei He, who was stunned outside, and rushed out. "Go and get me a needle and thread!"

Mei He shivered and ran away.

The old mansion of the Mei Family and Mei Ruoxue's courtyard were separated by a high wall. It was unknown where Mei He had gotten the strength to climb over the wall, get into his room, and jumped out with a needle and thread basket in his arms.

"A, a needle and a thread." Mei He put the needle and thread basket on the bedside.

"Keep an eye on the two people outside and guard the door for me." Mei Ruoxue took a embroidery needle and slowly twisted it into the Qiangong acupoint. Then she quickly took out the embroidery needle and put it in the Shenmen, the inner pass, the heart blade and the middle acupuncture point. When she felt the pulse again, she felt that although the pulse was weak, it was still there. She gritted her teeth.

After 15 minutes, Mei Ruoxue's vision darkened and she could only bite the tip of her tongue. The intense pain made her sober up a lot.

Fortunately, he didn't fall out at the last moment. Otherwise, even a Daluo Golden Immortal couldn't save him.

Wiping off her sweat, Mei Ruoxue quietly took off all the clothes on the child's body to check her injuries. The bruises on her new and old wounds ignited the anger in her heart.

The weak child in front of him was seriously injured. His left arm was broken, and he was not sure whether his left leg was broken or not. The wound on his forehead needed at least four stitches. His dry and yellow hair had been stained with blood. When he pulled his hair aside, he saw that there was another wound on the back of his head, which was more than an inch long. The wound was obviously the most serious one!

Taking a deep breath, Mei Ruoxue once again pinched the anesthetic-like wrist to feel the pulse. She couldn't help but say to herself with a bitter smile, "You're tough enough! Well done!"

The pulse, which had been hanging by a thread, was now full of vitality like the spring bud after the rain. Mei Ruoxue felt a little relieved. She found a small and delicate cut in the needle and thread. The cut was quite sharp. She carefully cut off the child's dry and yellow hair and was ready to clean the wound.

However, when Mei Ruoxue looked up and took a look inside the room, her eyebrows suddenly knitted into a frown. "What kind of fairy's decoration is this?"

There were two beds in the shabby house. The one in the middle was clean and tidy with a blue curtain hanging on it. Next to the bed was a low table with several bottles and cans and half a bronze mirror.

There was a table with three legs on it. One of the legs was covered with several broken wooden boards, and there were four plates and a pot of wine on the table.

Wine!

Seeing this, Mei Ruoxue immediately got up and grabbed the wine pot. She opened the lid and sniffed it. It was indeed wine. Although it was not as good as alcohol, it was barely enough to clean the wound.

Just as Mei Ruoxue was about to clean up the little baldie's wound with the wine pot, a scream ran through her eardrums. "Ruoxue, that's your father's wine. Don't touch it."

Mei Ruoxue suddenly turned around and saw Mdm Chen trying to rush in like a mad woman. Her eyes were fixed on the wine pot in her hand.

Mei Ruoxue raised the wine pot and showed a grim smile. "Come in, you must die!"

She didn't know if she was scared or not, but Mdm Chen didn't dare to come in.

Meiruo Xue carefully cleaned the wound. In her arms, Xiaoguang had a headache and trembled a few times. She said softly, "Even if it hurts, you have to endure it. You can still live."

After cleaning up the wound, Mei Ruoxue took the needle and thread and quickly sewed the wound on the back of her head like sewing clothes and pants. Then she tied the wound on her forehead.

After doing all this, Mei Ruoxue took off all the embroidery needles and knelt on the bed to feel the little baldie's pulse. After confirming that she was safe, she wanted to applaud for this strong little life.

The bed was very tattered. There was only a thin, white, tattered quilt.

Mei Ruoxue tore it apart in a few moves and tore it into a wide strip. She got out of bed and took out two pieces of broken wood from the table. The width was just right.

When everything was ready, she knelt on the bed and carefully checked the little baldy's arm. She lowered her shoulder and touched the broken bone. Her eyes shrank violently. After the small bone was broken, it was going to pierce the skin.

After confirming the wound, Mei Ruoxue looked up at the little bald head who was in a coma. She pursed her lips and held her hands firmly. She pulled and pushed, which was a piercing pain. But if she didn't deal with it like this, her arm would be broken.

The upper part was fixed with a wide cloth.

Then Mei Ruoxue began to check the injury on her leg. After carefully touching it, she looked up at the little bald head and found that her eyes were rolling. Her strong life made Mei Ruoxue's heart full of mixed feelings. "I'm very lucky, just dislocated."

The little baldie's knees and ankles were all injured, but if they were broken like his arms, the latter half of the child was very likely to be a deer. He was indeed lucky.

With a click, the little baldy could no longer bear the pain and cried out, "Ouch!"

Mei Ruoxue didn't say anything. She held her ankle with both hands, and with another cracking sound, the little baldy opened his mouth this time, but his body trembled again and then stopped moving.

Mei Ruoxue quickly raised her hand to test the little baldie's breath and slowly exhaled. Fortunately, the little baldie only fainted from the pain.

Then, she sat on the edge of the bed as if she was exhausted. She was so tired that her body trembled slightly.

She looked up blankly. Everything in front of her told her that she had time-travel.

Mei Ruoxue raised the corner of her mouth and said, "It's really fashionable!"