Chapter 941: What does this man mean

The day passed.
The man in white never went to the girl and didn't even look at her.
The moon rose, as large as a disk, hanging high above the head, the moonlight hugs the earth tenderly, everything is soft under the moonlight like water.
The man played chess for a day, and seemed to be lacking. He raised his hand to close the chessboard, stood up, looked at the girl in the box, and turned away.
Ning Xuemo: "..."
What does this white man mean?
I took people and left it here for a day, now I just leave them away! Isn't he afraid that this girl will die here?
She turned to look at the girl, who always lay there in one pose, without moving.
Ning Xuemo sighed secretly. Fortunately, the girl was unconscious. If she kept awake and kept such a posture, she would be exhausted!
She was about to walk over to see what the girl's condition was, but found that the girl's eyelashes trembled slightly and opened her eyes slowly.
Ning Xuemo: "..." This girl wouldn't be pretending? !!
What a willpower!
The girl's eyes turned around, and she looked around first. After looking for a moment, her body moved and slowly stretched out of the trunk ...
She was obviously lying down, with a touch of pain on her beautiful little face.
After a moment, she whispered a little, turned over from the box, sat up, and looked around, grunting in her little mouth, it seemed to be cursing cold-blooded, seeing nothing but death.
This girl is obviously not a regular scolder, and those words are repeated.
She was about to stand up in the box, and suddenly she seemed to see something. She froze and stayed there.
Ning Xuemo followed her gaze and saw that the man in white was sitting on a bamboo pole not far away and was looking at her lightly.
The girl blushed slightly, sitting there for a while, seemingly wondering whether it was better to lie down and faint, or simply stand up.
After a moment, the girl suddenly jumped up and looked up at the white man: "Did you find out that I was faint?" A mouthful was a preemptive tone. Her voice was like the first crying oriole in the valley, delicate and crisp.
The white man was undecided, apparently too lazy to answer this question.
The girl stared at him: "But I'm really hurt. I'm bleeding all the time ... how about watching such a beautiful girl bleed to death?" She was really hurt, on her arms, her calves. , Even blood stains on the chest and abdomen, stained on a white skirt like a blossoming red plum blooming in the snow.
"Are you dead?" The white man finally spoke, his voice cold and windy, with a slight coolness.
The girl froze and pursed her mouth: "That was my life, and I woke up in time, or I would really bleed to death ..."
The man gave her a slight glance, as if he didn't bother to talk to her again, then turned and left.
"Hey, hey, don't you ask me why I pretend to be dizzy?" The girl chased him behind.
"No interest." The man replied, not even turning back.
"Ah, you aren't curious? You ask me and I might tell you. Don't you want to take out the details of the demon ancestor in my mouth?"
"No!"
"Ah, maybe I really know that, you just asked me and said ..." The girl chased after him.