The blood on his face immediately receded, his hands scratched his scalp stiffly, and his ten fingers dragged his hair hard, all scratching out blood, and his hair was vigorously torn off.

"There's 。。。。。。。 in my head Bugger..... ”

Yao Yunzhen was like a mentally ill person, suppressing the pain that came out of his throat, his expression was hideous and desperate, and after a while, he saw the eyes of some maids and guards, he slammed the window shut, gasping for breath, and a pair of glasses in his arms were held in the palm of his hand。。。。。。

What Yao Yunzhen didn't notice was that before and after he closed the window, the gaze of a Feng Mingwei in the woods with some bandages wrapped around half of his body happened to look over, and his cold pupils were strangely pulled into sharp vertical holes, revealing an eerie evil aura.

"A few little bugs have woken up, and they're going to be a little buggy."

。。。。。。。。

Almost in the same order as Yao Yunzhen, there were two other people, the handsome man was lying on the bed like a limp man, staring at the sky with blank eyes, still trying to remember what happened before he fell into a coma.

His intuition told him that something terrible must have happened, so much so that his heart had been haunted by intense fear and uneasiness since he woke up, as if something unexplainably terrible was about to befall him.

“。。。。。。 Am I not dead? But what happened next? He frowned, thinking bitterly, and the expression on his face was constantly changing colors.

On another wooden bed across the two rooms, the triangular-eyed old man was the last to slowly wake up.

Compared to the other two, his injuries seemed to be slightly lighter, and of course, given his age and body bones, he was also half-dead.

On top of that, there was also an unbearable pain that seemed to come out of his soul, like a balloon that had been blown up, making him feel as if his soul was about to explode.

The pain was so painful that he couldn't even howl, and every cell felt like it was soaked in icy stagnant water, and the chill that penetrated his bone marrow froze his blood, muscles, skin, and even his thoughts.

He was like a frozen ice sculpture, stiff and rigid standing on the bed, the bedding on the bed seemed to be fished out of the water, cold and wet exuding a fishy smell, extremely pungent.

Of course, the old man with triangular eyes didn't care about such an inconsequential thing as whether it was bad or not, his eyelids opened as if they were out of order, the cloudy tears in his eye sockets poured outward, and his eyeballs were changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

On the spherical eyeball, the dense bloodshot looks like a dense tentacle, fading towards the edge of the eyeball, and the oval-shaped black eye in the center is closing little by little, like a black hole is gradually healing, being sewn into a black thread, and then 。。。。。。 Suddenly, it suddenly disappeared under his eyes, and was completely swallowed up by the whites of Sen Sen's eyes.

one,

No, it's a couple。。。。。。 Mori Bai's dead man's eyes were slowly turning.

The triangular-eyed old man's face was full of horror, and the evil thing was that even if he didn't look in the mirror, he could clearly see his own face, his own nose, his own mouth, his own ears, and his own eyes.

The white, the white ones are all the whites of the eyes, and there is not a trace of the eyes, but they are not like the eyes of a dead man.

The triangular-eyed old man's heart contracted reluctantly, with a ghostly expression, he looked at his eyes in horror, and his mouth opened "ahhhhh

"Eyes, my eyes 。。。。。。"

He rubbed his sour eyes vigorously, covering his eyes back and forth with his hands many times, but there were still strange and cold eyes in front of him.

"What happened to me and what the hell is going on。。。。。" There was a tearing pain in his pupils, which instantly submerged his entire consciousness like a tide.

No one could explain to him, and it frightened him with eyes that seemed as cold as a dead man's eyes。。。。。。 It's a pity that Hinata Ningji is no longer here at the moment, otherwise, his expression will definitely be more wonderful and colorful.

His eyes went dark, and he fainted again.

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A hint of chill dissipated when the sun rose in the early morning, and on the street at the entrance of the Zhao Mansion, the main gate was open, and a black-topped sedan chair and a team of 100 people were fully equipped with armor and weapons.

The warm breeze blew along the main entrance to the mansion, and at this moment it was a bright red, scattered peach blossoms in full bloom, petals falling with the wind, and the air smelled of sinners' flowers.

Zao Wou-Ki stood in the center of the flower arrangement, looking at the black sedan chair that had stopped with an expressionless face, and a delicate and white palm gently lifted the curtain.

"It's not a man, it's not a woman."

Zhao Wou-Ki scolded in his heart, but a hypocritical smile appeared on his face, and he walked forward slowly: "Zao Wou-Ki has seen his father-in-law. ”

A dazzling purple dress stepped on the flower arrangement, and Zhao Gonggong, who couldn't distinguish between men and women, dragged the skirt to give alms, and Zhao Gonggong's stunning and delicate face crossed a vanity smile, and he helped Zhao Wou-Ki for a while, and said: "The lord of the Zhao Mansion is polite, our family is just a eunuch, but I can't afford you to perform this ceremony, so as not to mess up the rules, and the Lord of the Zhao Mansion is a red man in the eyes of His Royal Highness, ho ho ho... ”

Zhao Gonggong hid his face and smiled, but the laughter was with the unique gloomy taste of eunuchs, which made Zhao Wouji's heart sink slightly, but his face was silent and said: "Zhao Gonggong's words are serious, who doesn't know that you are the real cronies of His Royal Highness King Liang, where can I be compared to a foreign minister, not to mention, Zhao Gonggong is also surnamed Zhao, we may still be our own family hundreds of years ago." ”

"Mansion Master Zhao's mouth is really sweet, he knows what to say and what not to say." Zhao Gonggong walked around Zhao Wouji twice, but a pair of eyes suddenly became as cold as a snake and scorpion, he approached the past, and asked softly: "But I don't know, is this the way to be a minister?" ”

It tickled his ears as if a cold snake was crawling down his neck from his ears to his back, and goosebumps all over his body, and the chill fell from his head to the soles of his feet. (To be continued.) 2k reading web