The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 546 Accident (one more)

   "I've said it many times, I'm not a saint, and my blood can't cure the plague, you go back." Shen Yijia said.

  As if he hadn't heard of it, Ma San just kept kowtowing and kept repeating the sentence - save her.

   Shen Yijia didn't feel good when she saw it.

   Her spiritual liquid might be able to save people, but it would take seven days for the spiritual liquid to condense. Ma won't say anything until then, and she won't be able to take it out.

   As the beauty Xianggong said, if you can't save everyone, you can't save them.

   It’s not that you can’t save it, it’s that you can’t save it.

   "It's no use begging me. If you have this time, it's better to go back and spend more time with her." Shen Yijia said and prepared to close the door.

   Seeing that Ma San was soaked by the rain, she pursed her lips, stepped over the threshold, squatted down and placed the umbrella beside him.

  Ma three paused.

   Shen Yijia didn't care and sighed: "Go back."

   She stood up and turned to walk back.

   "Mrs. Song."

  Ma San suddenly stopped her.

  Shen Yijia turned back, only to feel the dark red liquid splashing at her.

   Shen Yijia's pupils shrank suddenly.

   "Allison."

   An eager voice sounded behind her.

  Everything really happened so fast that Shen Yijia didn't even have time to react.

   In just a breath, she was already taken into her arms...

   A rotation, the person who came to use his body to block all the dazzling red.

   There was a strong and foul-smelling **** smell in the air, and the blood flowed down the other party's hair, down to the neck, and then down the neck and into the placket.

  One drop, two drops…

There were more and more   , and Shen Yijia couldn't tell whether it was blood or rain.

   This smell, she was all too familiar.

  In the quarantine area, this smell is almost everywhere.

   "Brother Song!" Xuanyuan Ziming, who had just turned into the alley, saw this scene, and was stunned in shock.

   Shen Yijia was recalled by his voice, shaking her hands to help Song Jingchen wipe off the blood that had already covered her neck.

Before    could touch it, his hand was caught by the opponent.

   "Don't touch." Song Jingchen said softly.

   Shen Yijia's eyelashes trembled slightly, looked up at him, opened his mouth, only to feel a dry throat in his throat, and it took a long time to find his voice: "Xianggong, blood, this blood..."

   Her voice was trembling, with a tone of panic that she had never felt before.

  Song Jingchen imagined rubbing her head as usual, then retracted his hand after thinking of something, smiled and reassured: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

   Shen Yijia shook her head in a panic: "It's okay? How could it be okay?"

   These blood are clearly pus and blood shed from the plague patients.

   so much...if, if...

   Endless fear spread from the bottom of Shen Yijia's heart and instantly swept her whole body.

Ma San never thought that Song Jingchen would suddenly appear to block the blood, staggered back, fell to the ground with weak legs, and muttered: "I, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to prove that you are immune to the plague, Your blood can cure the plague, I never thought of harming others."

   It's not that he never thought of stealing Shen Yijia's blood, but he knew that he had no chance at all. He thought of what Bai Zhi said, as long as it was proved that Mrs. Song would not get the plague...

   Shen Yijia closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the bottom of his eyes was scarlet. She withdrew from Song Jingchen's arms, rushed in front of Masan, grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"you wanna die!"

   "I...you, you are a saint...you, you use blood...save...save him...ah..."

  Because of poor breathing, Ma San's whole face was flushed red, and blue veins burst out on his forehead. After saying this intermittently, his mind started to feel dizzy.

   "I said I'm not!" Shen Yijia shouted with red eyes, and tightened her hands fiercely.

   Suddenly, a big hand placed on the back of her hand: "Jiajia, let him go first."

   "Xianggong?" Shen Yijia couldn't understand.

   Don't let her kill Xuanyuan Ye, why can't even kill this person?

   (end of this chapter)