Chapter 1112 Why are you so cruel?

Mu Yuchen heard the words, the heart was warm, as if pouring into countless warm currents, so that the body that originally felt cold, with temperature.

He licked his head and some scared him: "Are you not afraid?"

Youyou turned his eyes, his eyes calm and calm, and he said: "You are joking."

Between the words, it reveals the attitude of the king as a leisurely and elegant, calm and unhurried.

I don't know why, it is so a little childish face, a smile, but it gives people a sense of action behind the mountains, and the feeling of surrounded by stars!

"For now, what should we do?"

Youyou is quietly coveted, and the body slowly leans back, and the cloud lightly escapes a word: "Wait."

......

In the hospital.

Yun Shi poetry woke up from a nightmare, stunned from the sick bed, and a white world fell into the eye.

The smell of disinfectant water that is unique to the hospital is pungent.

The window door was slightly open, the curtains fluttered, and the evening wind broke into the window, blowing a hint of coolness. She unconsciously screamed and felt a chill and shivered.

She hasn't moved yet, and a coat has been draped over her shoulder.

Above the head, came the voice of Mu Yazhe.

Yun Shishi suddenly turned his eyes, but he saw Mu Yazhe sitting on the bedside, gentle eyes fell on her, and some of her distressedly gathered her clothes.

"Be careful with the cold."

As soon as the voice fell, Yun Shishi suddenly grasped his slender fingers, and the bloodshot eyes stared at her.

"Worship?! Where is he?"

Mu Yazhe looked at her calmly, but did not answer.

Yun Shishi’s strength in holding his hand became more and more fierce, and he was almost weak in his grip.

"Answer me, say! Blessed? Where is he?!"

Mu Yazhe held her shoulder and helped her to lie down. "You have been seriously injured, don't talk too much, sit still and rest."

Yun Shishi slammed his hand and his face was a little cold.

"Why do you always avoid my problem?! I ask you, where is Youyou?"

She asked all the words, almost every word was squeezed out of the root of the tooth, and the eyes became more and more red.

Mu Yazhe twisted his eyebrows, but he was silent.

"Why don't you talk!?" Yun Shishi paused, his throat slid a little, his voice hoarse and trembling. "You shouldn't, really let him exchange with me, be taken hostage?"

"Yeah." Mu Yazhe responded faintly.

"Why! Why do you want to do this??"

Yun Shishi exclaimed: "Mu Yazhe, how are you so worried!? He is still a child, he is only seven years old! How can you bear to let him be hostage!? Do you know how dangerous this is!"

Her emotions are anxious and anxious, her pale face, blue ridges, white skin, even if every capillary blood hole is clearly visible, it is unbearable.

Mu Yazhe looked at her deeply, slammed and said: "I know."

"Do you know?! You know you still do this!? Are you crazy!? Are you crazy?!"

Yun Shishi was crazy and generally geologically asked, and his voice was exhausted. When he saw him with a calm face, he did not fight for a fight. He grabbed the pillow on the side and slammed him: "How can you do this?? I hate you." ,I hate you!"

Her movements were so fierce that the wounds that were sutured above the waist were cracked and oozing out of the red blood.

Her body was injured to varying degrees.

Among them, a wound at the waist was deep and five stitches were sewn.

(End of this chapter)

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