Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Chapter 2830 Xiaoman (Little Junior Sister)

Xiao Huang wiped away all his tears and snot.

Hu Xiaoman supported himself on the bed with his hands and sat up.

Seeing the skinny Xiao Huang, I felt a little guilty.

Although she always said that she was "exploiting" Xiao Huang, she still felt distressed when she saw it become as dry as a bamboo pole because of her.

"Xiao Huang, thank you for your selfless dedication."

"Don't worry, I will definitely treat you well in the future, young master."

"My little master, my throat is a little uncomfortable now."

"Let me borrow some of your juice to drink."

Before he finished speaking, Hu Xiaoman had already grabbed the skinny Xiao Huang, opened his mouth, and bit its arm.

Xiao Huang screamed again.

"Hu Xiaoman, you are a bad guy, you are so cruel, I should have known not to save you, you are such a heartless person..."

"Ah, it hurts..."

Hu Xiaoman sucked a sip of the juice and then let go of the crying and making a fuss Xiao Huang.

Just this mouthful of juice healed her throat, which had been cut by a knife, and she no longer spoke hoarsely like a drake.

"Okay, stop crying. I'll find you something delicious to eat later. You'll be able to change back to normal soon."

"By the way, how many days was I in a coma?"

"Where's my coffin? Where's Chu Qingye?"

At this time, Xiao Huang had already taken out a small piece of gauze and bandaged the wound bitten by Hu Xiaoman with grievance, saying: "You were unconscious for a day."

"Your coffin is in the side hall. Chu Qingye is lying in the coffin. She is not dead yet!"

Hu Xiaoman then nodded, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"We've already wasted a day. We need to speed up."

"I still don't know where the next Soul-Fixing Pill is!"

Although Hu Xiaoman still felt a little weak, it did not prevent her from carrying Xiao Huang on the road.

Looking at the magnificent appearance of this room, I knew that I had not yet left the Chu Palace.

She didn't want to get involved at all in this mess in the Chu royal palace.

Chu Qingye is now half dead and it is impossible for him to be the king of Chu.

Let Third Brother clean up this mess.

When Hu Xiaoman opened the door of the palace, her eyes instantly became cold.

Because at this moment, a sword with a cold glow was pointed at her forehead.

If she had taken one more step forward, the sword would have pierced her brain.

Hu Xiaoman narrowed her eyes and looked at Chu Hen, who was standing in front of her, with disgust in his eyes towards her.

Chu Hen said in a cold voice: "You are such a stubborn person!"

"Tell me, where is Sister Chu Ran?"

Hu Xiaoman raised his eyebrows and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You want to know where your sister Chu Ran is?"

"But I won't tell you."

"Why don't you kneel down and beg me? Maybe I'll show mercy and tell you."

Hu Xiaoman's words completely angered Chu Hen.

He snorted coldly, and moved the sword in his hand forward a few more inches, stabbing straight towards Hu Xiaoman's forehead.

At this moment, Hu Xiaoman was holding the last talisman in his hand, and it flew out with a "whoosh".

Chu Hen's figure flashed slightly, and the sword stabbed towards Hu Xiaoman again.

He had seen Hu Xiaoman fight before and knew that she seemed to have countless talismans.

Every battle was won by relying on these talismans to defeat the enemy unexpectedly.

Chu Hen would not be fooled by her.

The explosive talisman missed its target and exploded on the ground in front of him with a loud bang and billowing smoke.

Hu Xiaoman has already used his spiritual power and kept retreating to dodge Chu Hen's attacks.

Just when Hu Xiaoman gritted his teeth and wanted to stuff Chu Hen into the black pottery jar.

She suddenly discovered that the black pottery jar was no longer in the Fire Spirit Ring.

The tip of Chu Hen's sword was already against her chest. If it moved a little further, it would pierce into her flesh.

Xiao Huang stood on Hu Xiaoman's shoulder and cursed: "Chu Hen, you ungrateful dog!"

It held a knife in its hand and wanted to jump up to fight Chu Hen.

But Xiao Huang was too weak at the moment. His skinny body made it difficult for him to lift the knife.

Hu Xiaoman snorted coldly, clenched his fists and stopped running away.

Just as he was thinking of dying together with that bastard Chu Hen, with a "bang", Chu Hen's sword was knocked down.

Two figures have blocked Hu Xiaoman's way.

"Chu Hen, what do you want to do?" Chu Ruo drew out the sword from his waist with a "whoosh", looked at Chu Hen coldly, and protected Hu Xiaoman behind him.

Chu Zhaole, wearing a white brocade robe, also stood in front of Hu Xiaoman with a frown on his face.

"Chu Hen, Hu Xiaoman saved your life before."

"How can you be so ungrateful and repay kindness with hatred?"

Chu Zhaole looked at Chu Hen who had bent down to pick up the sword, and continued, "I know you are very worried about Chu Ran, but you still have to talk nicely and don't use force!"

"Xiao Man has just recovered!"

Chu Hen laughed coldly, and looked through Chu Ruo and Chu Zhaole at Hu Xiaoman who was protected behind them.

"Hu Xiaoman, I didn't expect you to be so afraid of death?"

"When things go wrong, you just hide behind others. You even call others trash. I think you are a complete trash yourself."

Chu Ruo was so angry that he flew up.

"Chu Hen, you are a dog with a mouth that can't spit out ivory. How dare you bully my Xiao Man!"

Chu Ruo's sword was already facing Chu Hen's sword, and the two started fighting instantly.

Hu Xiaoman took a step forward with a calm expression and stood beside Chu Zhaole.

When rescuing Chu Zhaole before, Hu Xiaoman smelled a pleasant scent of gardenia on him.

Now that he had washed his body clean and refreshed, the scent of the gardenia became even stronger.

It smells nice!

"Third Brother, won't you come forward to help?"

Hu Xiaoman's call of "Third Senior Brother" made Chu Zhaole's eyes widen in shock, and he looked at Hu Xiaoman fiercely.

Hu Xiaoman raised her head slightly, blinked at him, and gave him a sweet smile.

"Third Senior Brother, you won't watch your Junior Sister being killed by someone with a single blow, will you?"

"Junior Sister risked her life to save you!"

Hu Xiaoman smiled, she knew that Chu Ruo’s skills were no match for Chu Hen.

If Chu Hen insisted on killing her, she would most likely die here today.

After all, the black pottery jar was gone!

She couldn't use the evil secret realm in the pottery jar to deal with Chu Hen.

Besides, she was so weak that she even had difficulty holding the sword.

Now is the best time to meet each other!

Chu Zhaole was stunned for a while before he asked excitedly, "Are you my junior sister?"

"Are you really my junior sister?"

The master had sent him a letter by carrier pigeon before, saying that he had accepted an interesting disciple, who was their junior sister, and asked him to go back and visit when he had time.

But at that time there was a civil strife in the Chu palace, and he couldn't leave at all.

Hu Xiaoman smiled and nodded. With a thought, a golden jade pendant appeared in his palm.