Demonic Prince’s Wild Consort: The Trash Illegitimate Miss Chapter 291: The disaster is coming (1)

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Every time I look at a picture, my smile deepens, so gentle and gentle.

Di Yun came here quietly and sent all the contents of the untitled book. This guy probably didn't rest.

Bai Ye folded them carefully and put them away.

Several days passed in peace, Di Yun seemed to come to her room every day, but she didn't let her hear any movement, only when she opened her eyes in the early morning, would she see the words he intentionally left behind. , The few strokes are almost reminding her to pay attention to the body, add more clothes and the like, which are not love words but love words.

It's cold, my heart is warm.

This day just happened to rest, Bai Ye wanted to call those guys to ask about the recent situation, and went to see Qiao Yu first.

Just halfway through, a tall black figure suddenly rushed over, but luckily she dodged in time.

"Sorry, didn't you hurt you?"

Qiao Yu steadied his footsteps and turned apologetically. It turned out to be Bai Ye. Then he was a little relieved and said unceremoniously: "Fortunately, it's you, sorry! I'm leaving in a hurry!"

Bai Ye didn't let the anxiety flashing in Qiao Yu's eyes, felt something was wrong, and immediately grabbed the back of his neck.

"Why are you running? Let me make it clear first. Seeing you are anxious, what happened?"

Qiao Yu said impatiently: "Urgent! I am about to die! The gatekeeper came to me and said that my father was seriously ill and his life was in danger. The neighbors came to the college and let me go back!"

When Bai Ye heard about it, I really couldn't wait for this, and immediately patted Qiao Yu on the shoulder: "Go, I'll go back with you, maybe I can help you!"

Qiao Yu gave her a grateful look: "Bai Luo, thank you!"

Bai Ye secretly adjusted his breath, and his strong internal force protected his abdomen, and ran out of the courtyard quickly with Qiao Yu.

They talked briefly with the male neighbor, and then quickly got into his simple carriage.

"Drive! Drive!"

At this moment, Shangguanling slowly walked out of the corner of the side of the academy, staring at the wagon that was drifting away, with a cold smile.

In the carriage, Qiao Yu had already rushed to tears from the man, and buried his face between his hands. Seeing this scene, Bai Ye's heart seemed to be uncomfortably crushed by a huge boulder. She studied as a ghost doctor and a six-star alchemist, hoping to help her friends.

Qiao Yu's family lives in the most partial courtyard in the northern suburbs, while Shengying is located in the southern suburbs, and it takes about half an hour to arrive.

When he got out of the car, he dashed towards a very dilapidated small hut, Bai Ye looked at such a simple environment, and his eyebrows were unconsciously twisted.

Qiao Yu said at the beginning that he bombed the classroom because his father was in poor health and wanted to study medicinal materials, but he didn't have the money to buy medicine.

Now that I see his living environment, I know that his family has suffered a lot, otherwise it would be impossible for Qiao Yu to enter the college to study.

"Father, don't scare me! Your illness was not that serious. What is going on!" Qiao Yu burst into tears.

White Ye immediately ran in from the narrow door. The furnishings in the room were very simple. Two bowls, two pairs of chopsticks, two patched shirts, a broken teapot with missing edges and corners, and a simple Wooden bed.

Father Qiao was lying on the bed with a sick look on his face. The top of his head was half bald, and his only hair was gray.

He coughed violently, and he did not forget to stretch out his hand hard and touch his son's head to give him the only comfort.

"Father... nothing, cough..." Father Qiao suddenly covered his mouth.

"Father! Don't talk anymore, I'll go and ask the doctor for you!"

Father Qiao gradually stopped his coughing, looked at the bright red in his palm, and closed his eyes weakly.

"No need to go...Let Dad...Let me take a closer look at you, Dad has...nearly...nothing."

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