Raising a Fox Consort: The Cold Demonic Wang’s Sweet Love

While the wine is suffering from a lot of pain, I don’t know it at all. Just beside her, there is a man in red, who is silently waiting for her.

Looking down, watching quietly lying on the bed, a little fox with a look of pain, night ink only feels his heart, as if being used by an invisible hand, squatting, sore !

In particular, when he saw that the little fox lying on the bed began to cry with a scream, the big tears of the beans seemed to be broken like pearls and dyed with pillows.

And it keeps screaming, and others may not understand it.

The night is like a locust in the stomach, and I can read the scream of this little fox.

This little fox is clearly calling him!

Even in a coma, this little fox is so thinking of him.

If this little fox is leaving him, how can he be good! ?

The more I think, the more cold the night, the more my heart is burning.

Goodbye the little fox on the bed, so painful, the more uncomfortable in my heart, I just can't wait, I can bear all the pain for this little fox.

Goodbye is a doctor who is wearing a splint for the little fox. The strength is not light, making the little fox more and more painful.

Seeing this, the night ink cold brows can not help but look at the eyes of the royal doctor, it is unpleasant.

"You are light! You didn't see it hurts??"

The night is cold, the volume is low, and the unpleasant majesty in the tone is enough to scare the doctor.

"Amount, back, back to the four kings, the little fox has signs of fracture in his right hand. If he does not need to use the splint to clamp it, Chen is afraid that the little fox will fall into the sequelae of the right hand."

The interpretation of the doctor’s face is sincere and fearful.

It is said that the night of the cold is only gently rubbing the red lips, the heart knows that the doctor said it is reasonable, but still can not help but feel bad.

In particular, looking at the little fox, the look of a painful face, and the tears on the eyelids, so pitiful, people look, heart can not bear.

Seeing this, the night ink cold heart pity, could not help but stretch out the slender fingers, gently wiped the tears on the face for the little fox.

The red lips are slightly open, the tone is soft and pity.

"Wine, let me endure, hehe..."

The gentleness of the man is so intoxicating.

However, his gentleness is only due to the little fox in front of him...

Perhaps, it is what it feels like.

The little fox, who was lying in bed and was unconscious, suddenly stretched out the uninjured left paw and then a paw, and caught the man’s slender fingers.

The strength of the little fox is so heavy, as if the drowning man caught the driftwood in the water and never let go.

Night Mohan only felt a pain in his fingers, and after a while, a blush of redness slowly flowed out from his fingertips.

On the side of the night, I saw this, and I saw it.

"Four brother, your finger is bleeding!"

With the words of the night Moyu, the doctor who had just finished the wound for the little fox saw this and said.

"Four princes, this little fox paw is sharp, the four princes are still quick to let go! So that the little fox does not know the size, and even hurt the four princes, now, let the minister wrap the wounds on the hands of the four kings!?"

On the side of the doctor, he said, and he took out the plaster on one side, and he intended to wrap the wound on his hand for the night.

However, I saw that the night ink was only raised gently and raised his hand, Shen Sheng said.

"This king is not a problem."

The night was cold and the face was faint. I didn't put the wound on my finger in my eyes.

Because now, what he cares most is only the little fox who is still unconscious in bed.

"It’s a doctor, how is the drink?!"

The man spoke, in the tone, without any disguise.

Listening to the man's words, goodbye man, regardless of his finger injury, only care about the unconscious fox on the bed, the first time the doctor's eyelids flashed.

Immediately, he bowed his head and said that he was honest and respectful.

"Returning to the four kings, the old minister has already wrapped the wounds for the little fox. However, the little fox is seriously injured. Therefore, this little fox can survive. It depends on whether it can be passed tonight, if it is past It’s okay, if it’s...”

Speaking of this, the royal doctor has long been sweating.

In particular, I felt the arrogance of the man's body and the arrogance of the body, and it almost hit him, almost pressing him down.

Frightened and timid, the royal doctor immediately slammed and slammed to the ground, constantly rushing to the night.

"Please ask the four kings to forgive sins, ask the four kings to forgive sins, and the old minister has tried his best..."

Said the doctor's mouth, full of sincerity and fear of the opening said.

Looking at the trembling of the doctor's fear, even the night of the night, I saw it, and I couldn't bear it.

"Four brothers..."

When I heard the night Moyu, the night ink was only gently rubbing the red lips, and then the eyes just glanced down and glanced at the ground, and continued to treat him with a hoe.

Immediately, the red lips started slightly, and Shen Sheng said.

"You go back first!"

"Thank you four kings, the old minister first retired."

When I heard the words of the night, this was a sigh of relief when I was sincere and fearful.

Immediately, he slowly stood up from the ground, and after he picked up the medicine box, he quickly quit the bedroom.

However, perhaps it was just too frightened. When I stepped out of the gate, one accidentally softened and fell a dog.

In the end, the uncle who was still outside the door couldn’t stand it anymore, and immediately let the doctors who had softened their feet go back.

For a time, in the entire bedroom, there was only the night ink and the night of Moyu and the unconscious wine in the bed.

Looking at the quiet standing on the edge of the bed, the words are not sent, the night is not moving, the night ink eyebrows can not help but gently, the eyebrows, is the color of worry.

"Four brother, don't you do this, I am a big fox, I am so big! It is definitely not so easy to die..."

Night Moyu couldn't bear to look at the night and the cold had been sad, and could not help but comfort.

After all, he was the first time he saw that he had always been indifferent, and he did not put any personnel in the eyes of his four brothers, showing the appearance of such a hurt like this!

Let him look at it, and his heart is not good.

His eyes swept away, and he fell into a small fox lying on the bed and wrapped himself into a scorpion, revealing only a small, furry head. The nightmare was slightly stunned and his heart was stunned.

This little fox, if it was a lifetime of high incense, in this life, can get his four brothers so love! ?

On the occasion of the night in the heart of the ink, I saw the night in the silence of the bed, the head is not back, the red lips are slightly open, faint.

"Nineteen, the night is deep, you go back first!"