The white skin was flushed crimson, Jun Wuyuan's knuckles rattled, and coldness flashed in his eyes.

His stiff, bloodthirsty eyes seemed to burn the person in front of him.

One by one, when he is a plaything in the red dust!

The curly eyelashes closed slightly, and the body was torn to separate the flesh and blood, and the sound was incessant, tugging at his mind like a magic sound—

[You are also the royal blood of the Jun family, they sing and dance in the palace, but look at what you have gotten - in this desolate and inaccessible place, you have been ridiculed, guarding the ruined four walls, and living by night!] ］

[Let this prince out, and he will definitely win the highest glory for you!] Admired by the world! ］

"No, ......" Jun Wuyuan's forehead was covered with dense sweat, and his fingers tightly clasped the armrests of the pear blossom wooden chair.

[Smell the booze on him!] Compare you to the Hongchen woman, trample on your sincerity, and twist the eight-foot man, do you want to be his plaything?! ］

"Don't talk about it."

His voice trembled, like a lost child, frightened, terrified—

[Even an unarmed general dares to bully you.] ］

[Poor you, you have to play the appearance of that weak flesh to please him, I really despise you!] ］

"I'll tell you to stop talking!"

The cool eyes were bloodthirsty, and they suddenly opened and pushed the person in front of them hard!

Hanging his head slightly, he took a big breath and pulled his hands without a fulcrum.

That dark color seemed to have lost its color, and it was dull.

Su Duyan was suddenly pushed to the ground, his arm slashing across the rugged stone slab, cracking a gap, and the smell of blood spread.

He frowned, his eyes fixed on Jun Wuyuan.

He......

Trembling, like a man who has run out of oil and a lamp, he is making a final prayer for life.

"Jun Wuyuan ......"

With a hoarse voice, Su Duyan got up slowly, regardless of the embarrassment on his body, and walked towards the dark color.

"Don't come here!"

The person in the wheelchair hung his head, his body trembled, and the corners of his mouth trembled, "Get out!" ”

His bloodthirsty, almost mad eyes, would scare him.

There was a cold rain flying in at the edge of the window, and the gentle Buddha was on Su Duyan's body.

Dressed in red, the insolent colors swallow everything, and they are full of vitality.

"Get out!"

The sudden appearance of white boots in his sight aroused Jun Wuyuan's anger.

The red clothes entangled the Xuanyi, devouring the dark color little by little, "You let me get out, I'm a red man in front of the emperor, be careful of being beheaded!" ”

Su Duyan had a hippie smile, he knew Jun Wuyuan's appearance the most, he was extremely fragile, but he had to hide and heal himself.

"I'm sick."

His eyes were full of that flamboyant red, and Jun Wuyuan said lightly, "There is no cure, you leave me-"

"Closer?" Su Duyan snatched the words first, leaned over and grabbed Jun Wuyuan's cheek, forcing him to look at him, "Have you forgotten that I am the first divine doctor of the dynasty?" ”

The red eyes met Su Duyan's pupils, he reached out and brushed the broken hair in front of Jun Wuyuan's forehead, his movements were gentle and gentle, and his voice was low and hoarse, "With me, I won't let you have anything to do." ”

For so many years, he hadn't even discovered Jun Wuyuan's abnormality.

—

The long breath came, and Su Duyan covered the brocade quilt for him, and sat on the edge of the bed worriedly staring at the sleeping person.

When I met him four years ago, he was dressed in a dark robe, and for so many years, I had never seen him have a different color on him.

"I forgot to tell you." The bottom of his eyes was dyed with soft color, Su Duyan held the white and slender hand, and said solemnly, "I'm also sick." ”

I'm glad you become ill, and there is no medicine for the stone.