Who speaks old dreams and old sadness, and who speaks nightmares and bad words.

Day 5.

Qi Lin's heartbeat was still faint and frightening, Lorna came to visit Qi Lin, she didn't expect that Qi Lin, who was still alive and smiling two days ago, would become like this in a blink of an eye, and the old man became like this, which made Lorna stand for a long time, and her eyes were red.

The two men stayed for a short time and then left.

I don't know when the quiet ward will be lively again.

Qi Lin, who was motionless, didn't know what to do at all.

A demon with wings on his back and a bloody body with eyes full of time.

Holding a blood-colored sword, he stood in front of his hospital bed at this moment.

looked at himself with a murderous face.

If Qi Lin opened his eyes, no matter how weak he was, he would definitely jump up and fight for his life with the guy in front of him.

This is a man who makes people shudder and dare not approach.

Aatrox, the Darkspawn Sword Demon.

The whole room was filled with blood from him.

After looking at Qi Lin coldly for a long time.

He stepped forward.

"See you again!"

The blood-colored sword slashed down with the force of slashing Huashan!

The monstrous blood seemed to burst the room in an instant.

That's when it happened.

The Darkspawn Sword Demon's pupils shrank sharply.

The big sword stopped on Qi Lin's head, motionless.

His arms were shaking, but he realized that he couldn't move his whole body.

"Huh."

A chuckle rang out.

It was a man's laughter, full of magnetism, as if it was born with a deadly allure.

Aatrox, the Darkspawn Sword Demon, looked pained, and found that he was motionless, as if under a spell, and he couldn't break free.

He clearly felt that there was a sigil on his vest.

To be exact.

It was a card that looked like it was full of mysterious and beautiful patterns, and to be more accurate, it was a fantastic yellow card.

And the man who chuckled.

Dressed in a black trench coat with a beautiful figure.

Wearing a hat, leaning against the wall.

Sweat broke out on the forehead of the Darkspawn Sword Demon, and he finally broke free from the restraints, and turned around as if he were facing a great enemy for the first time, and pointed the blood-colored sword at the man who made him feel extremely dangerous.

Only part of his face can be seen.

Sexy stubble, even if it is a side face, is enough to intoxicate countless women because the attractive cheeks have attractive eyes.

One of his hands rolls over three cards, which are, red, yellow, and blue.

His other hand tugged at the brim of his hat.

"You, you're that Trist!"

Aatrox, the Darkspawn Sword Demon, couldn't understand why this man, who was proficient in the arithmetic of fate and made his enemies tremble with a dream card, was here.

"Oh, it looks like you know me, do you want to gamble?"

Trist showed a perfect smile that could not be described in words, and the gently raised corners of his mouth made Aatrox, the Darkspawn Sword Demon hold the big sword in his hand tightly, and the frivolous words made Aatrox's blood thicker again.

"Gambling here may be noisy to the patient, and he is my friend."

Trist chuckled.

Aatrox, the Darkspawn Sword Demon, gritted his teeth, as if after some thought.

"Hey, hey."

Let out a oozing laugh and leave the room.

The blood in the room gradually began to dissipate, and the man named Trist, looking at Qi Lin on the bed, smiled, and after a long time, disappeared here.

Day 6.

Qi Lin's heartbeat was finally a little stronger than before, but it was still immortal.

Healers and magicians checked and treated on time every day, and did everything they could.

The rest can only look at Qi Lin himself.

The inside of the Qilin ward was lively, and the outside of the ward was even more lively.

A beast like a hill, even if it was wrapped in human clothing at the moment, it couldn't completely cover the werewolf with that terrifying face.

Standing under a small tree outside Qi Lin's ward, looking at the window of Qi Lin's room.

His eyes were full of greed and blood, and he suddenly stretched out his tongue and licked it, salivating all over the ground.

He stepped forward.

It's already in sight.

That's when it happened.

A woman who made him hate all his life suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was this woman who made herself look like this.

"Warwick, you are really not a little bold, if those heroes in the imperial capital of Demacia know that you are coming, I'm afraid you will die if you can't even turn up the waves."

This werewolf is Warwick, the bloodthirsty hunter, who looks at the fairy-like woman in front of him, the son of the stars, and Soraka, who is known as the goddess of the moon.

His eyes were full of anger and hatred.

"Soraka!"

Warwick spat out those three words fiercely.

"The smell of you really makes me sick."

Soraka frowned as he looked at the guy in front of him.

"Hehe, I'm not afraid of anyone! I'm going to skin Qi Lin now, and I'll kill you again!" ”

Warwick, the bloodthirsty hunter, bared his fangs and laughed cruelly.

Make a leap pose.

Haven't jumped yet.

"Click."

Clear loading sound.

A man with rough cheeks, armed with a huge shotgun called 'Destiny', aimed at Warwick behind him.

Warwick's eyes twinkled.

"Puppy, will you try to move?"

A cold voice rang out.

Warwick turned his head and saw a five-year contract with Qi Lin, a famous man in the Valoran continent, an outlaw fanatic, Graves.

Soraka also looked at Warwick coldly, ready for war.

Warwick's eyes were full of hatred.

Gritted his teeth and disappeared in place.

And after a long time.

Soraka appeared in Qi Lin's room.

Soraka frowned.

"Don't smoke in the patient's room, okay?"

Graves, leaning against the wall with a cigar in his mouth, glanced over with disdain.

Qi Lin's ward shone brightly.

Drops of sweat appeared on Soraka's forehead, his chest rose and fell, and he looked at Qi Lin, who was motionless and unawake from a big dream in front of him, and gasped, "It's up to you." ”

He took a deep look at Qi Lin and left here.

And the outlaw fanatic, who is also the godfather of the gangster, Graves, walked to Qi Lin's hospital bed and glanced at Qi Lin.

Spit out a smoke ring.

"Three and a half years to go."

Day 7.

The healer and the magician have exciting news.

Qi Lin's condition finally improved, and his heartbeat finally began to be strong, at least not dead or alive, but alive, unable to die, but still not awake.

The female man and the others were very happy.

Although Qi Lin's face was still pale, in the eyes of everyone, it was not as ugly as before.

Right on this night.

The full moon outside the window was hanging high, and next to Qi Lin's bed, there was an extra woman.

A woman like a fiery rose.

The word sexy seems to be tailor-made for this woman.

The strongest bounty hunter in the Valoran continent, Miss Doom, known as Sister Good Luck.

This woman who made all the criminal men in her hands willing to be sanctioned.

At this moment, sitting on the edge of Qi Lin's bed.

Stretch out a hand.

touched Qi Lin's bloodless cheek.

The beautiful five fingers that had been using weapons for many years without a single calloon slowly slid from Qi Lin's cheeks to Qi Lin's chest.

Gently make small circles.

"You haven't got me yet, little brother, you can't just wake up like this."

The voice that excites a man more than an aphrodisiac is full of charm.

"Anyway, your popularity is really wide, and you have been really lively here these days."

I don't know if Qi Lin can hear it, and Doom is talking to Qi Lin like this.

"Women are good, tsk, I don't know how many women will be in your hands in the future."

Doom smiled charmingly.

After a long time.

Standing up, the sultry red lips gently brushed over Qi Lin's lips.

Let out a chuckle and leave the place.

After a long, long time in the room, there was still a faint fragrance, and Qi Lin's lips were a little red.

(Weak shouts, firm beliefs, all support, all the detailed language bridges in this book, except for quoting famous poems and songs, are original, if there are similarities, it is pure coincidence, or plagiarized, if you like this book, please recommend it to your friends and sisters.) ）