On the bed, Jun Muhan coughed heartbreakingly, as if he would lose his breath in the next moment.

On the side of the bed, Mo Yan looked at the man with a painful expression silently, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

I was used to seeing this man's forbearance, and suddenly showed myself so "delicate", and I was really a little uncomfortable all of a sudden.

She knew he was badly injured.

His cough wasn't all fake, either.

His spiritual power has been greatly depleted, and he also has serious internal injuries, plus the injury on the palm of his right hand has not been healed, and the blood loss is a little too much...... Theoretically, he was more seriously injured than Chu Hongyun.

Mo Yan sighed softly in his heart.

If you don't diagnose the pulse, it's enough, and a pulse diagnosis really startled her.

Thinking about Jun Muhan's appearance of being a nobody before, he tried his best to call her and provoke her...... And then get into an argument with her......

Mo Yan glanced at the pale man on the bed.

This man is really masochistic enough.

No, to be precise, Jun Muhan of another personality is masochistic enough.

"That ......" Seeing that the person on the bed was still coughing breathlessly, Mo Yan was tired for him, "If you cough again, your lungs will come out." ”

Finally, the coughing stopped, and the man raised his pale face pitifully, "Yan Yan, if I cough up my lungs, will you dislike me?" ”

"Smack!"

Taiyin Youying, who was watching the play at the end of the bed, fell directly from the bed.

The words that Jun Muhan of this personality said were simply impossible to answer.

The corners of Mo Yan's mouth twitched again, and he couldn't help but scold him: "How dare you dislike it?" Hehe, you are the emperor of the Xuantian Temple, I dislike you, isn't this looking for death? ”

"I'm not an emperor!"

A trace of excitement suddenly appeared on Jun Muhan's pale face, "Yan Yan, don't treat me as him!" You ......"

This excitement, this time it was a real cough, and the cough made both cheeks stained with a strange flush.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited. As an injury, it's better for you to be calm. Mo Yan reached out and patted Jun Muhan's back.

Jun Muhan suddenly grabbed Mo Yan's hand, gasped slightly and asked, "Then Yan Yan, do you still dislike me?" ”

He didn't wear a mask on his face, and his handsome face had a few wings of expectation and a little pleading, which almost made Mo Yan's heart melt.

I'm going to die!

This man simply poked her in the underbelly.

knew that it was a beautiful man's plan, but she was tricked.

"Don't dislike, don't dislike." Mo Yan soothed softly, "Can you rest in bed now?" ”

Mo Yan tried to break free of his hand, but he didn't succeed, and he was still held tightly.

"Don't go."

The man's eyes were dyed with a hint of tiredness, but he stubbornly grabbed her hand, "I want to sleep with Yan Yan's hand." ”

"This ...... Not too ...... "Okay?"

"Yan Yan still dislikes me, right?"

The man's pale face was a little more lonely, "All of you only like him, not me." ”

When the words fell, he smiled bitterly and let go of Mo Yan's hand.

"Yan Yan, you don't have to worry about me."

While he spoke, he unconsciously frowned slightly, and one hand covered his heart, and murmured: "Let me fend for myself!" ”

Mo Yan had already told himself countless times in his heart.

This is loaded!

He's not as fragile as he seems!

When he injured Leng Xianqiu just now, wasn't he still very strong and ruthless?

But as Yan Kong, she just can't see the beauty suffer!

So, after spitting on himself a thousand times, Mo Yan finally surrendered.