This is about the same, Su Kui's eyes drooped, "Hmm." ”

Jing Xi breathed a sigh of relief, her heart was heavy, she pursed her lips, respectfully and gently helped Su Kui to lie down, then turned off the light and stepped back lightly.

After she left, Su Kui raised her eyes to look at the crimson curtain, and her eyes were clear.

-

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the bright white moon hangs over the green bamboo, and the silver moonlight hangs down from the sky like a light veil, reflecting the overwhelming snow.

In the middle of the night, Su Kui began to have a fever, his mind was dizzy, and his eyelids were even heavier as if they were stuck together.

She opened her mouth, a hoarse voice, coming out of her throat, even she herself was shocked, "Someone ...... coming" like a bellows-like voice, is it herself?

With a slightly wry smile, she lifted the curtain, and soon a maid of the night watchman came respectfully and asked her in a low voice what she commanded.

The slender and white fingertips tapped the water that had been smelling on the table, and the maid understood it, and immediately walked over and poured a cup of tea, and after testing the temperature of the water, she served it to her.

After drinking it in one gulp, it just relieved the hoarseness in her throat, and she told the maid to pour a cup and drink it before lying down to rest.

In fact, in her current state, her mind has been burned dizzy, and calling the doctor in the church is the best choice. But she didn't want to, she just wanted to stay so quiet.

The maid withdrew, and the room was once again silent.

There was a rustling wheezing in her throat, which was caused by the fever, and her chest was whirring.

She blinked, and suddenly felt a surge of pain from her limbs, as if she was being held by an invisible hand, and her face was instantly as white as paper, she arched her body, as if returning to her mother's body, her hands were holding her waist and abdomen, and her full forehead sweat was like rain.

She gritted her teeth, almost unconscious and screaming in pain.

But she didn't, she laughed sarcastically in her heart, Duan Ziyin really dared to do it. She has already arranged a back road for herself, in this life, her identity is a demon girl who is not tolerated in the rivers and lakes, and countless people have died at her hands, those people come to her day and night to entangle her in her dreams, so that she can't sleep peacefully, and always wakes up when she dreams back at midnight. Then, in the silence of death, I opened my eyes until dawn.

She didn't dare to close her eyes, and when she closed her eyes, her consciousness was not black, but overwhelmingly bright red. The flowing, viscous liquid, like life, wrapped around her wrists and ankles, crawled up her neck, and strangled her breathlessly.

But she won't die, even if those dreams, real and terrible, are still just dreams.

She was tortured like this, and her temperament became more and more uncertain, and only by killing could she vent her resentment.

-

This is because of Manshu's liberation, because of Manshu's wish, Su Kui will fulfill her.

Countless fishy sweet blood spilled down her throat and slid down the corners of her lips, and she lay on her side on the bed, blood staining the bedding beneath her. When it hurts the most, it is as if the bones have been knocked off with a hammer, and then manually connected, and the internal organs are torn to pieces. The most painful thing was only that moment, and soon, those menacing pains quickly faded, leaving only endless powerlessness and emptiness.

Sweat wet her eyelashes, blinked slightly, and salty droplets fell into her sockets, and she closed her eyes in discomfort, her chest rising and falling violently.

She's still alive, but she's not far from death.

Inmanshu, Inmanshu, you are actually a poor person, right?

。 m.