"Why are you?" Twelve frowned and looked at Ling Yuhan who suddenly broke in, and reached out to knot the rags wrapped around her body, she didn't wear anything on her upper body, just wrapped the plump on her chest and those vertical and horizontal wounds with the rags of the black robe, which was simple to the extreme, and there was no blood on her face.

Ling Yuhan narrowed his eyes in displeasure, strode forward, and pressed Twelve down on the plank bed, his back and the plank made a loud bang, the back of Twelve's head was hit with pain, and a little annoyance flashed in her deep eyes, "What are you doing?"

"Shut up!" Ling Yuhan took off the smile on his face with little disgust, a bewitching cheek was gloomy, he tore off the rags on Twelve's body in three or two times, looking at her naked upper body, there was no evil thoughts rising from her naked body, some were just full of distress and self-blame.

The index finger stroked her wound and muttered, "Does it hurt?"

Does it hurt?

The two words were concise and concise, but they were like two sledgehammers, striking Twelve's heart, she looked at the man who was close at hand in a daze, this was the first time someone asked her, did it hurt.

It's a lie, she's a human being, some people's seven emotions and six desires, all the perceptions of someone, she will be painful, she will be sad, but she suppresses these in the bottom of her heart and does not let anyone see it.

"It's fine. Twelve pretended to speak calmly, and there was not a trace of emotion on Furui Wubo's face at all.

"Are you okay?" Ling Yuhan asked with a smile, his finger pressed heavily on the wound in her lower abdomen that was damaged by the explosion, and her whole body stiffened, and her brows furrowed into Sichuan characters, "What are you doing?"

"Does it hurt?" he asked softly, his gaze falling on her face, not letting go of any fluctuations in her expression.

"Nonsense!" Twelve narrowed his eyes disdainfully, how could he not be in pain if he pressed it like this?

"You can feel the pain, too. Ling Yuhan smiled dangerously, "I thought you were born with less pain nerves, otherwise, with such a serious injury, Weishenme could still pretend to be nothing, eh?"

He was angry with her, angry at her for not caring for herself, angry at her for always disguising herself as if she didn't care about anything!

After the twelve, he realized that this person didn't smile, and when he saw him a few times, he always looked smiling, as if he wanted cholera, an earthly demon, but now he was a little less enchanting and charming, and a little more cold, which made her heart tremble slightly, and stubbornly looked at Ling Yuhan with a reprimanding gaze, "This is my business, what does it have to do with you?"

"You!" Ling Yu's eyes were so angry that his eyes were scarlet, he wanted to strangle this ruthless woman! But in the end, the anger in her Wubo's sight turned into full pity, he lowered his head, his lips fell lightly on her red lips, his lips were close to each other, and there was no extra movement.

Twelve's eyes widened in astonishment, and in the next second, his arm was raised, and a loud slap slapped on his cheek fiercely, his feet bent, and his knee slammed into his abdomen, Ling Yuhan was defenseless at all, the whole person took a few steps back, touched his hot cheeks, and the charming smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more moving: "Are you annoyed and angry?"

Twelve wiped her lower lip fiercely, the back of her hand almost wiped the skin of her lower lip, she didn't know whether she was ashamed or angry, her cheeks were smeared with a faint layer of pink, and her gaze as if she was about to kill was stabbed on his body: "You better pray that I never get better." ”

"Huh?" Ling Yuhan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly: "What do you mean?"

"If not, I will slaughter you with my own hands!" Every word carried a piercing murderous aura! Twelve clenched her fists, and the whole person turned over from the bed and sat up, she didn't care about her naked upper body at all, as an agent, her body was one of the assets for her to perform her mission, but it was just watched by outsiders, and for her, it was insignificant at all.

Ling Yuhan narrowed his eyes in displeasure, his index finger lightly supported his chin, and his eyes looked at her whole body with burning eyes: "Don't you shy away from being in front of men?"

"You don't have to think of me as a woman. The twelve teeth retorted sharply, picked up the black robe on the ground with his right hand, tore a rag with a tear, and was about to wrap it around his body.

Ling Yuhan stepped forward quickly and tore off the rags: "Can this kind of thing be bandaged?

"What's the matter with you?" Twelve sneered, taking medicine? Once, when she was on a mission, she was shot four times in the body, and in the desert where there was no doctor and no rescue, she gritted her teeth and dug out the bullets with a military knife.

She has nothing at twelve, it's just hard!

Even Lord Yama couldn't stand her going.

Ling Yuhan pressed her down on the bed strongly, pressed her shoulder with his left hand, and even used a fighting spirit in his palm, that domineering coercion forced the twelve to be unable to move, she completely cooled her face, and a murderous intent appeared between her eyebrows: "What are you going to do?"

It seemed that this was the third time since Ling Yuhan entered the house that she had asked exactly the same thing, and every move he made couldn't see through or guess! He was like a mystery, but Twelve refused to guess.

She always felt in her heart that once she had anything to do with this man, her life, her plans, and everything about her would all be disrupted!

At this time, Twelve didn't know that she was addicted to words, and in the future, she was really entangled with him, and she was obsessed with her whole life, and it was difficult to understand.

"Help you with the medicine!" Ling Yuhan squeezed out these four words from between his teeth, and with a flip of his wrist, the palm spread out under the red robe was a bottle of gold sore medicine.

"Take?" Twelve looked at his white and smooth fingers, there was no ring, where did he get the medicine bottle from?

Ling Yuhan carefully sprinkled the medicinal powder on Twelve's wound, the white powder covered her whole body, after the slightest refreshment, it was a burning pain, Twelve pursed his lips, and the cold sweat on his forehead couldn't stop popping up, but he stubbornly refused to say a word, seeing the pain in Ling Yuhan's heart.

"If it hurts, call it out, and no one will laugh at you. "This is the top gold sore medicine, it can be applied to a person within seven days to completely heal the wound, but the price is that when applying the medicine, it is extremely painful, he has tried it, and the pain that seems to be scraping flesh alive is almost impossible for a big man like him.

There was even a smell of rust in Twelve's mouth, but she still didn't say anything, and she cried out in pain? There was a hint of self-deprecation in her eyes, she had long been accustomed to being alone and bearing it next to her, and she had long passed the age of screaming and screaming in pain.

Some habits are so deep in the bones that you can't quit no matter what.

After Ling Yuhan sprinkled the medicinal powder, he turned around and left the room, and when he came in again, he had a clean white robe in his hand, tore the clothes apart, and wrapped them around Twelve's body, his movements were gentle, lest he hurt her with excessive force, Twelve looked at his serious expression in a daze, his heart trembled, warm, extremely complicated, no one had ever done this for her, his look made her think that she was a princess who was protected and cherished, but in an instant, she lowered her head and laughed at herself, how could she be a princess? She is Twelve, the Twelve, whose hands are stained with blood, and who is suffering in the abyss of hell!

Even if she is a princess, she is also a princess with a long sword in her hand and overcoming obstacles alone!

After bandaging the wound, Ling Yuhan said solemnly: "Don't get water for three days, this bottle of medicine can be applied after your wound heals, and it can fade the traces." ”

"I don't need to. "No merit, twelve can't figure it out, weishenme he has to help her again and again, "What do you want to ask for in me?"

Ling Yuhan bent a good-looking smile, sat on the edge of the bed, and his eyes fell on the guarded Twelve: "What do you think I want to ask for in you?"

"How do I know. Twelve said in a gruff voice.

"Is it good for a person, do you need a reason?" Ling Yuhan's eyes flashed with a faint smile, but more of it was distress and pity, what kind of past did she have to make her vigilant so strong?

Thinking of the woman who was proudly scorching the world on the street when he first saw her, he sighed slightly in his heart, this is the kind of her that made him fall in love at first sight, and even the destiny that he has hated since he was a man can accept it with a smile.

The Daughter of Destiny, the Daughter of Prophecy, the legendary God of Killing, a trace of darkness flashed in Peach Blossom's eyes very quickly, Ling Yuhan raised his arm, and just wanted to touch her cheek, but unexpectedly, Twelve actually turned his head and let his hand suddenly stop in the air.

Biedong manual feet. "She doesn't like to be touched by people, and she doesn't like to get too close to people.

Ling Yuhan smiled, and that terrifying coercion hit Twelve again, forcing her muscles to tense all over her body, and her whole body couldn't move.

"As I said, girls don't always be so stubborn, occasionally fragile, so that people will be hurt. His slightly cool finger bones touched the contours of Twelve's cold and hard faces, and he said slowly, word by word.

"Who are you?" Twelve didn't pay attention to his words at all, this terrifying coercion completely surpassed her cognition, she was already a martial artist of the first order, and she was actually powerless to fight back under his coercion, how strong was this person?

The smile on the corner of Ling Yuhan's mouth deepened a little: "I won't tell you." ”

"Is your identity so shady?" Twelve asked with a sneer.

"No, it's just not yet. "It's a lot of meaning.

Twelve always felt as if he was hinting at something in his words: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting," Ling Yuhan shrugged his shoulders with a rogue expression, "Does it matter who I am?"

"Nonsense!" A person who repeatedly helped her, but she couldn't even figure out the identity of the other party, this feeling was like seeing flowers in a fog, no matter how she looked at it, she was used to controlling everything in her own hands, but when it came to Ling Yuhan, she felt that she was always led by his nose, which made her extremely uncomfortable!"Do you say it or not?"

Twelve was clearly starting to get angry.

Ling Yuhan was just about to tease her a few words, a disc-shaped thing in his arms suddenly vibrate, it was the communicator used by the God King Hall to contact, only the hall master could turn it on, his face changed suddenly, and in the next second, he leaned over and dropped an extremely gentle kiss on Twelve's forehead: "The next time we meet, I'll tell me." ”

After that, a red dress flashed away in the house and disappeared without a trace.

"Damn!" accompanied him as he left, with the suffocating threat of terror, Twelve clenched his fists and slammed his fist into the corner of the plank bed.

"What's wrong?" Yun Ruohan heard the sound coming in from outside the house, and saw Twelve sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, with an angry face, he looked at the clothes scattered on the ground, and Twelve's bare shoulders, his face was hot, and he hurriedly turned around: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you didn't have ...... No dressing......"

"It's fine. Twelve pursed her lips, hooked up the blood-stained clothes from the ground, quickly put them on, tied the belt into a knot around her waist, and her eyes fell on the medicine bottle on the edge of the bed, which was the elixir that Ling Yuhan left when she left, which was said to be able to fade the scar, she picked up the medicine bottle and just wanted to go out, but she didn't know it, Zuihou chose to leave it.