Blood was gurgling down her forehead, and in a trance, she actually saw Jun Wuxuan walk in with a cold murderous aura.

The sick number on his body was still open, revealing his strained muscles.

Before the respirator on his head could be unplugged, he was dragging a large string of tubes on his body.

Behind him were more than a dozen bloody wolf soldiers with guns and solemn expressions, as well as military doctors who were holding monitors in their hands and jumping to their feet in a hurry.

"Jun Shao, you just woke up! You can't move around right away. Jun Shao, Jun Shao! ”

Before he finished speaking, he was pushed aside by Jun Wuxuan with a calm face.

The air around them dropped to freezing point, and little by little, the smell of blood filled the air.

He had been in a coma in bed for a few days, and when he woke up, his face was still as pale as snow, and his back was stained with blood, and large patches were dripping down the ground, like a river of blood.

"Jun, Jun Shao."

Shang Xiaorou was already trembling with fright, and her legs were weak and she knelt directly on the ground.

Her men had been dragged down like dead dogs by the Blood Wolf Soldiers.

Outside the hallway, there was a cold sound of shooting, a terrifying sound that made people's scalps tingle.

Just as she was about to be dragged down, Shang Xiaorou screamed and hugged Jun Wuxuan's thighs, crying with tears all over her face.

"I'm here to teach you a lesson about this vixen. Woo woo woo - Jun Shao, you are fascinated by this Chinese cheap woman. You're going to be killed by her! ”

"Slut, vixen! actually came to hook our young man! ”

At that time, Lin Yunhua had lost too much blood, his brain was confused, and he was half-leaning against the corner of the bathroom.

Seeing that the corners of Jun Wuxuan's lips were slightly hooked, his eyes were gloomy, and he pulled out all the instruments and tubes that were in the way with one hand very casually.

Kicked Shang Xiaorou away like a bug.

Slightly opened thin lips, and his voice was cold-blooded.

"Just hand it over to Shang Jing and make sure she's alive when you hand it over."

Guaranteed to be alive, which means that you can be crippled, stupid, and tortured casually.

Shang Xiaorou was immediately so frightened that she couldn't even scream.

Jun Wuxuan walked towards Lin Yunhua step by step, his expression was still cold and gloomy, and he walked back to the ward with her in his arms as everyone cautiously embraced her.

Lin Yunhua leaned his head on his vigorous chest little by little, his mind was confused, and his heart was as confused as the water in a lake being swept by a gust of wind.

It's a mess.

Such a scene seems so familiar.

When she was a girl, when she was almost bullied by a group of obscene creditors, he saved her like a god.

But that was Ah Xuan, his smile was as warm as a spring breeze, and he was full of sunny positive energy.

His chest was warm and firm and gave her security.

And now it is Jun Wuxuan, the demon king who came out of hell, his breath is dead and gloomy, and his body is filled with the suffocating smell of blood.

His embrace was firm but cold, like a solid iron wall with sharp thorns that allowed her to completely isolate herself from the dangers outside.

But it was also the cage that imprisoned her.

Later, she fainted, and when she woke up, she had a ring of gauze wrapped around her head and was wearing a wide hospital gown.

He had a big bed and she had a small bed, and the two of them were lying in the same room, surrounded by terrified military doctors.

Lin Yunhua was trapped in memories, biting his lip unconsciously, looking at Jun Wuxuan's hospital gown that was exactly the same as him in a daze.

The two of them were dressed in the same clothes throughout the room, and they looked almost like couple clothes.

She shook her head, no, how could she have thought of a couple's outfit.

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