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In the dark room, Su Kui gently pulled down the hood, and after the Jingsi went to rest, she quietly dived out.

It's ridiculous to say that in his own territory, it is so sneaky, I am afraid that people will know that no one but her can do it.

Yue Fusang fell asleep, Qing Jun's face was pale, her thin lips were dry, and she looked embarrassed. Her eyes flashed and sighed, "Why are you not convinced to lose? If you bow your head for me, I won't treat you that way." Between the words, the tone was full of regret.

Her long hair was still exuding water vapor, which was tied casually with a ribbon and hung on her chest. Just a short time after bathing, her face is like a hibiscus, unlike the domineering people in the daytime. Now she has a little more gentleness belonging to the woman.

"Huh, it's really miserable."

Su Kui couldn't help but whisper, white fingertips, picked his sleeves, looking at the scars with deep bones, "The more Fusang, the more Fusang, you really are a disaster!"

Just just now, she took the pulse for him personally. Sure enough, although the wound outside looked scary, in fact, the disordered meridians have been adjusted by those immortals. Sure enough, Duan Ziyin was really willing, so many precious immortals, all willing to feed a man who never knew.

Is this reluctant to find a wolf?

After so many years of teaching in Inra, Duan Ziyin's hands were no less contaminated with blood. Such a person would be a sacred mother who longed for the light and had no heart in the city?

laugh--

Before he could say it, Su Kui couldn't help but want to laugh. Because of the cruel Luo system, he simply climbed into the seat of the left guardian and didn't know how much flesh he stepped on. Out of the sea of ​​corpses.

She seemed to be sulking at his wounds. Yue Fusang was in a coma, unprepared, and snorted. Su Kui laughed. Then she took a pill from the porcelain bottle she brought and rudely broke his Mouth, stuffed in.

The elixir melted into the mouth, and soon it melted in his mouth, along the throat, and gradually flowed into the limbs, nourishing him for the damage caused by excessive blood loss.

"It's cheaper for you, scorn—"

After doing all this, she snorted coldly, as usual, put on a hood and floated out silently.

The two stones crashed twice, hitting the sleeping black disciple at the door, and they saw a yawn and woke up. Then his face was pale and scared. The character held by the leader in this dark room was particularly important. Why did they sleep so carelessly?

The two stared at each other, quickly stepped forward, opened the stone door to check it, and saw that the man was still lying on the stone bed endlessly, and his life and death were unknown.

Seeing the tragic wounds on Fusang's body, he twitched his mouth and shook his body, closing the stone door again.

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No one knows, in fact, when the woman came, Yue Fusang had already awakened.

The stone gate closed again.

Yue Fusang moved his stiff hands and feet, and felt a little coolness and a little itching at the wound, which was gradually healing the wound. The woman gave him nothing to know, and the taste was very strange, but Yue Fusang also felt a few precious herbs from it.

The light-colored eyes flashed a trace of complexity in the dark room. What does a woman really mean? Obviously, this injury, as well as the identity of the prisoner of the ranks, are all thanks to her. But in the middle of the night, he sneaked into the dark room and healed him.