Chapter 337: The Medicine Man of the Chaebol Princess (27)
No matter how murderous she is, she can't resist her pitiful appearance.
The girl's eyes were shining, her pale face was covered with cold sweat, she stubbornly pursed her lips, and she didn't beg for mercy or run away, let alone fight.
Before he died, he looked like a small flower blooming in the rain.
The appearance of the untimely death is fragile and perfect.
The boy was stunned, and his fingers loosened.
Li Meng reacted immediately, holding his wrist with great effort to stop him from letting go.
She struggled to spit out a sentence, "You are killing, not killing is a sissy." ”
I begged for death, but I couldn't resist it, and my brain began to hurt again.
Her face was almost as white as it was tragic.
The young man, who had been scared of her to her knees and begged for mercy, moved his eyebrows, and he couldn't hold it anymore than her, and immediately let go of his fingers.
She lost her support, and the whole person slammed into his chest, and the muffled heartbeat came from the boy's chest.
Li Meng was so painful that her whole body was shaking violently.
Her fingers even began to spasm.
But for the sake of points, she used all the power of death, and her fingers grabbed his clothes so hard that their fingertips almost scratched into his flesh.
"Lu Jiangshu, are you a man, I have used you as a tool for so many years, don't you hate me You are a man? You're going to slaughter me. ”
Her voice was shaky.
As a result, the momentum is greatly reduced.
And because of the severe pain, she couldn't see clearly, and her fingers were just instinctively pulling at her.
The body couldn't help but curl up.
Like a dying critter.
Li Meng felt that the male protagonist was finished, and she died in severe pain, and he also saved his strength.
If you die, how many points will be deducted.
Suddenly, a hand fell lightly on her hair, combing her hair little by little.
Cold sweat fell, and his combed hair was glued again.
He was patient and still followed.
The voice was still unhurried, as if it was deliberately tormenting her.
Needless to say, you can feel the vicious thoughts.
Then I heard the young man's voice with a few gentle doubts.
"Are you so afraid of death?"
Li Meng's anger started from his heart, and he died so ink.
She snorted in annoyance, "It's better to live like this than to die." ”
That's the truth.
This kind of body is really better than dying.
The work is also difficult and not difficult.
Although there are not many plot points in this plane, the drag on the body is too great.
Because of the personality, she can't let people suddenly give her a component laboratory.
She could start researching potions that would make her body better.
In the hospital here, the doctor basically sentenced this body to death.
So all that can be counted on is the blood of the male protagonist.
The male protagonist's blood may have the antidote she needs.
She took a few tubes of blood to study, and it is estimated that she can also study the body medicine of jumping off the building.
There is still some confidence in this.
But time waits for no one, and she is not available.
I just want to die quickly.
Lu Jiangshu's combing of her hair stopped for a while, and then he responded in a low voice.
"That's right."
Li Meng's eyelashes trembled, and she finally snorted, closed her eyes and died.
can't hold up the actor's ink, she really can't stand it anymore.
In a daze, she heard something on the table being swept away and falling to the ground with a terrible sound.
Then her whole person was gently put on the table, she couldn't stand the pain, even if the other party's movements were already very gentle, she couldn't help but hum when she touched it.
She heard the boy seem to sigh.
"Why is it so weak, it hurts so much."
Li Meng thought coldly, one day I will drug you so that you can also experience "it hurts so much".
Suddenly, she smelled a cold smell, which usually smelled panicked.
At this moment, her lips couldn't help but open, and the madness of pain drove her to look for an antidote.
The next moment, the smell of blood had entered her lips.
Her pain eased a little as the blood entered.
She sobered up a little, thinking that she had come to die, not to be saved.
She immediately gritted her teeth and refused to drink.
But this expectation did not come true, and the other party reached out and grabbed her cheek, and his deep voice was like a demon.
"Little princess, I hate it so much that I even dislike my blood, I've drunk it for so many years, and it's too late to dislike it now."
As he spoke, the boy chuckled under his breath.
"You're still alive, you're cute."