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The slave immediately breathed a sigh of relief and was relieved: "Yes, the villain will show you the way in front." ”

"By the way, do you have anything to like about the winners? I'll drop by and bring it to him. Twilight let go.

She's been too busy lately to take care of Ying Di's emotions, and if she doesn't behave well, the wayward teenager will probably have to toss again.

In Twilight's impression, Ying Di was able to endure for such a long time without making trouble, which was already greatly beyond her expectations, and she should be rewarded.

The servant looked like a man with vision, and without even thinking about it, he gave a clever plan: "The winning master has been having a poor appetite these days, and often has stomach and abdominal pain, and is extremely uncomfortable. If only Lord Nightlord could spare some more time and accompany the winning master more. ”

"Stomach pain?" Twilight remembered that Ying Di's stomach was indeed not very good, and he had been tossed like that, and he should not have recovered for a while, "It's okay, it's time to accompany him." ”

"Lord Nightlord is wise." The servant was so excited that he burst into tears.

God knows how bad he is when he looks at the depressed little master every day. Of course, he didn't expect that Lord Nightlord was actually such a good talker, and she was simply the best heroine in the whole world.

Twilight walked very fast, dressed in fluttering clothes, almost with a slight gust of wind, and the leaves did not touch his body, and he walked by.

It didn't take long for the slave to be covered in sweat, and instead of leading the way before, he was trotting all the way after Twilight, almost unable to catch up with Twilight. Fortunately, Yingdi's yard is not far from Twilight's yard, otherwise, he will probably be left behind by Twilight.

"Lord Night, it's here, it's here." The servant ran up to help Twilight out of the door, but he was so anxious that he accidentally pounced on the door, and his face slapped into a flatbread on the door.

With a creak, the door opened. No, it should have been slammed open by the slave's face.

The servant rubbed his ached face and got up from the ground, and stood respectfully at the door, "Lord Night, please come inside." ”

"Hmm." Twilight stepped inside. She stood in the doorway, glanced back at the servant, and whispered, "No need to wait. ”

"Yes, the little man is waiting outside." The servant was very clever and closed the door outside the courtyard.

Twilight turned around at the sound of the door closing, smiled lightly, and walked towards the house.

Hehe, this little servant is quite interesting.

…………

In the room, a warm sunlight pours down soft colors.

There was silence in all directions, quiet, as if it were an uninhabited place, except for the occasional sound of one or two insects, the only sound that could be heard here.

In the bedroom, the light purple curtain slowly flutters in the wind blowing in the window sash, exuding a hazy beauty.

The edge of the curtain fell, enveloping the beautiful young man on the bed, covering the half-faded figure of the young man's clothes, and vaguely revealing a bit of indescribable ambiguity.

"Uh-huh......" a soft groan escaped from the lips of the beautiful young man, with a slight uncomfortable pain.

The boy was lying on the bed tossing and turning, the corners of his beautiful eyebrows wrinkled into two hills, and his beautiful and beautiful slender fingers covered his lower abdomen, gently caressing.

Lately, his stomach has always been on fire, and he vomits as long as he eats food, day or night, and he can't sleep peacefully.

He really wants to tell Twilight about it, maybe it's because of the water and soil unsuitability? After all, he had lived in the North Sea all his life since he was a child, and even if he had passed by here a thousand years ago, he had only glanced at it from below, and was not familiar with this land.

But would Twilight think he's too squeamish?

Ying Tu knows that Twilight has always regarded him as a teenager who has not grown up, and always takes care of his thoughts and emotions, but what will Twilight think in her heart?

Whenever the pain in the stomach comes, and there is no place to live, Ying Di will always think about something cranky, which makes the already uncomfortable body even more uncomfortable.

It was a double pain of body and emotion, even if he thought he was strong, he was always tormented by the bitter taste of love.

"Hmm, uh-huh......" A soft groan kept escaping from Ying Tu's mouth, fragile and thin, soft and weak.

He was lying on the bed, the whole person bowed into a small shrimp, his hands covered his stomach and abdomen hard, a trace of cold sweat oozed from his pale forehead, and he couldn't help but exhale in pain, "Twilight, it hurts...... I hurt ......."

"Hey......"

A woman's sigh came from outside the house, accompanied by the sound of light footsteps, and slowly stopped in front of the bed.

The woman's slightly cool palm covered the young man's forehead, and the movements rubbed gently, slowing down the temperature on the young man's forehead like a fire.

The boy shivered and shivered.

He was a little more comfortable under the woman's comfort, his frowning brows stretched, his light purple eyes were covered with a layer of crystal clear mist, shallow light filaments, and his vision was blurred.

"Who are you?" Twilight?

The boy was in a dream, and he still remembered that at the morning meal, he had told the woman that he would wait for her in the room.

He said that in earnest, the woman wouldn't think he was joking, would she? Probably, perhaps, probably......

He wasn't quite sure. Because, that woman's emotional intelligence is really ......

Ying Tu couldn't bear to complain anymore.

He stretched out his hand and stretched out his hand towards the blurred light and shadow of the woman in his vision, trying to catch the vague shadow, "Twilight, don't ......"

Suddenly, a cry of pain, a mouthful of blood.

The beautiful boy fell in the curtain, and the light purple veil fell on his body, enveloping him in a light purple light, messy and gorgeous beauty.

In his ears, a woman's call sounded, much like the voice in his thoughts.

He wanted to open his eyes to see that woman, and he wanted to question again, he had neglected him for so long, and he was finally willing to ignore him?

However, a wave of tiredness suddenly hit, and inexplicably, he was weak!

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In the afternoon, the spring rain in Changyou City is as expensive as winter oil, and it is pouring down, and there is no more, and there is no stop.

The clouds in the city of Changyou were dark, and a pitch-black light was pressed down from afar, frantically devouring the bright scene in the city.

The atmosphere in the castle guard mansion was serious, and the servants waited carefully, not even daring to say a joke.

There was a chirping of geese and birds in the sky.

More than a dozen men in black robes rode on top of the flying geese, came from a distance, and stopped in the mansion.

Their leader was Han Luo, who came from Tianwu City.

This road was supposed to be a three-day journey, but he forcibly changed the lane, replaced the mountain road with an airline, and rushed back.

These black-robed men each carried a medicine box in their hands, and as soon as the geese and birds got off, they divided into two groups and hurriedly ran in two directions.