His actions were so unreasonable that she was cold, he only cared about himself, when did he care about other people's feelings,,, how did he care about other people's bodies,,, now her life is in danger,,, what the result is, she has no intention of care,,,

Painting the sound continued his silence, but Lan Jingyue, who was kneeling on the ground here, was getting more and more wrong, and her face seemed to be a little paler than when she came back just now.

It's just that she keeps hanging her head, and she can't see her strength and persistence at all ,,,, so the two of them confront each other quietly......

The pain in her heart fainted, and Lan Jingyue knew deeply that it was a heart disease that was really coming, and she was about to face the abyss of endless pain, but she endured it, unwilling to roll on the ground, and the cold sweat wet her forehead, and even more wet her back,,,,

The painting looked coldly at the small body on the ground, which was already a little trembling, but he was unwilling to take a half step forward,,,

The eyes under the white mask had enough sadness to make people feel distressed, but at this moment, she didn't even want to look up at him......

There was already a trace of fine sweat on her forehead,,, Lan Jingyue silently insisted on the pain of pain,,, unwilling to show a little, both of them were so stubborn,,,

At this quiet and terrifying time, a pair of golden shoes suddenly appeared on the ground, and there were already traces of blood on the shoes, just like the red plum that Yin Rao had on them.

Lan Jingyue was stunned for a moment, endured the pain and slowly raised her head, the painting with the white mask was tilted, but it couldn't hide the hurt emotions on his face, such distressing eyes.

His lips were already a little white, and his red chest was still bleeding.

Although Lan Jingyue was already in pain, she couldn't help but feel sorry for the person in front of her.

She always thought that the painting was invincible in the world, and no one could enter his body, but at this moment, he was injured.

Seeing the fine sweat on Lan Jingyue's forehead and her pale face, Hua Tianyin completely thought that he was scaring her, although she was distressed, but when the words came to her mouth, they completely changed......

There was an order in his cold tone that could not be disobeyed: "Medicine the main palace,,,"

grabbed Lan Jingyue from the ground with the blood-soaked hand, grabbed her hand and lay down on the soft couch where the jade came......

"The medicine is there,"

He stretched out his hand to a drawer and lay down without sleeping with her.

Lan Jingyue endured the pain in her body, slowly walked to the drawer he was referring to, and took out the white belt and potion inside.

She slowly crouched down, looked at his bright red chest, hesitated to look at it, but still reached out and untied his clothes, and the robe slid down, revealing the blood-stained undershirt inside.

Lan Jingyue's heart trembled violently, and then carefully unbuttoned her underwear.

At this moment, her own body pain has no mind to care about whether men and women give or not, this is the body of the man she likes, the body of the painting of the voice......

Ever since she learned that he was not her father, her heart had liked him......

Seeing his Luolu's upper body, her entire face was stained with a flush, overshadowing her pale and sickly state.

But seeing the bleeding wound on his chest on his Ruyu body, the shyness in her heart was overshadowed by distress, and she didn't have the time to appreciate his figure now,,, now she could ,,, be said to be enduring the pain of extremely destroying her,,,,

I feel sorry for the injury of the painting tilt, but I am also surprised that Xiao Hope's martial arts can hurt the painting tilt, which is also a good martial art.