"Oh, no, Xiaojing, you're not going to die. It will pass. He reassured her softly, "It's certainly not going to be a fun experience, though." ”

Wave after wave of spasms in her stomach and intestines made her roll over and lie on her back on the bed in pain. Deeply trapped in extreme pain, she struggled to distinguish the expression on Xiao Lingyun's face. I saw that his eyes were wide open, holding her hand tightly, and he looked worried. Another wave of torture struck, breaking her will, and she couldn't help but squeeze his hand hard.

Her vision blurred, then cleared again, then blurred again.

Sweat spilled from her body, soaking through the sheets. She gritted her teeth, arched her back, and rolled from side to side trying to escape the pain.

She didn't know how long the pain would last, how many hours? Or a few days?

Xiao Lingyun was by her side all the time.

It wasn't until 3 o'clock in the morning that Xiao Lingyun took a deep breath for the first time.

Finally, Yan Xiaojing quieted down.

It does not mean the silence of death, but the peaceful sleep.

She behaved very bravely, bearing the pain on her own, and did not sobbed or cry loudly. Even he himself had prayed to God to let everything end sooner when he was refining.

She snorted, her voice hoarse.

"What's wrong, Xiaojing?" He came to her lips.

"I want to take a bath."

"Okay."

He climbed out of bed, went to the bathroom and turned on the hot water tap, then returned to the bedside, gently took her into his arms, and sent her into the bathroom. Her body was so weak that she couldn't even stand, so Xiao Lingyun carried her to the marble sink again, carefully undressed her, picked her up again, and stepped directly into the bathtub.

He stepped into the water first, covering her body with a wide back, checking that the water temperature and humidity were suitable. Seeing that Yan Xiaojing did not protest, she let the water pour onto her toes to avoid direct sensory stimulation, and then gradually moved, putting her whole body under the sprinkler head.

She craned her neck and opened her mouth, apparently enjoying the bath.

Xiao Lingyun saw her fangs.

In his eyes, they were so beautiful: white and shiny, with sharp tips, he couldn't help but recall the touch she felt when she sucked his yang spirit.

Xiao Lingyun suddenly hugged Yan Xiaojing and hugged him closely. After hugging her for a long time, he put his arm around her, let her feet fall to the ground, picked up the shampoo with his free hand, squeezed out a little and poured it on her head. Carefully rub her hair until it is covered in foam.

Then, he rinsed off the foam with water, and then took the soap and gently applied it to her skin, taking care not to let her fall. Finally, rinse carefully until you are sure that every foam has been washed off.

Then, he picked up Yan Xiaojing again, turned off the shower head, walked out of the bathtub, grabbed a bath towel and wrapped Yan Xiaojing, carried her back to the sink, and let her lean against the mirror on the wall. He carefully wiped her body, hair, face, neck, arms, then feet, calves, and knees.

For a period of time, her skin will be very sensitive, as will her hearing and vision.

During Yan Xiaojing's refining process, Xiao Lingyun had been paying attention to the signs of changes in her body, but he didn't see a reason. Her height hadn't changed, and she still fit like that when she leaned against him. He even suspected that maybe Yan Xiaojing could go out during the day.

"Thank you." She whispered.

He kissed her and carried her back to the couch. Then he ripped off the two sweat-soaked sheets and sheets. But it took a lot of effort to replace the new sheets, and it took a long time to find new ones.

Making the bed was killing him. After it was finally all done, he picked up Yan Xiaojing and placed her on a clean and brand new bed.

Her long sigh seemed to be the best compliment he had ever received in his life.

Xiao Lingyun knelt beside the bed, and suddenly found that his leather pants and leather boots were also soaked with sweat.

"I do." She whispered.

He kissed her forehead: "Would you like what, my little crystal?" ”

"I'm willing to marry you."

In another room, Chalunwang stood up again and paced back and forth in the studio. He stopped in front of the fireplace, looked at the neatly stacked firewood in the inner wall of the fireplace, and imagined what it would be like to make a fire to keep warm in the dead of winter. You can sit on a sofa draped in silk covers, watch the flames dance in the fireplace, and the old servant will bring you warm mulled wine or other drinks.

What are these thugs doing in such an upscale place? He was a little puzzled.

He could hear the loud noise of the men in the depths of the hall below, who had been in the room he estimated to be the dining room for nearly an hour, eating and drinking.

However, the music they had chosen was quite to his liking, and the strong rap rhythm resounded throughout the house, and in between the rhythms of the music, their loud laughter and men's foul language could occasionally be heard.

It was the millionth time he had looked out the front door.

The group pushed him into the studio, and then went downstairs to eat, and the time became so long as if it had been a lifetime ago.

His first thought was to get out of here, even though he had to put a chair under his feet to get to the window of his room. After escaping, he would inform Songwentana and ask Songwentana to bring the entire police station to surround and suppress the place.

However, just as he was impulsively about making a move, a voice entered his ears: "I hope you've decided to run away." ”

Instinctively, Chalunwang turned around and prostrate himself on the ground, finding the scar-faced man with a skull-like haircut standing beside him, and he didn't even hear the creature's footsteps coming in.

"Go on." The lunatic-looking creature stared at Charunwang with black eyes, like a shark staring at its mortal prey, "Knock open that door." For your own sake, run away. Run faster, hide smarter, and go find someone for help. All you need to know is that I will follow you like your hearse. ”

"Bayust, don't mess with him." The guy with long colorful hair stuck his head in, "Xiao Lingyun wants this ordinary person to live, during this time. ”

The scar-faced man gave Chalunwang one last look and said, "Run, try it." I'd rather hunt you down than eat with them. ”

With that, he left the room in anticipation.

Despite being imprisoned and in great danger, Charunwang silently wrote down the layout of the entire room. He saw no sign of the phone, and from the control panel of the front-of-house security system he spied on, he was sure that the doors and windows of the house were connected to the alarm. It is obviously impossible to escape without anyone noticing.