Demon concubine

Chapter 211 Brotherhood.003
But he said so in his mouth, but he didn't think so in his heart, and the movements of his hands still didn't slow down, as gentle as caring for a baby.

"Xiner, Xiner." At this moment, Yan Huai murmured Mo Xin's name.

Immediately, Mi Rou, who was gently wiping Yan Huai's body, trembled, and the movements of her hands immediately froze. She looked at his half-disfigured face with extreme anger, and threw the cloth in her hand, viciously She scolded: "It's just a woman, is it necessary to make yourself into what you are now?"

Mirou's roaring voice was particularly loud in this narrow cave, directly waking up the comatose Yanhuai.

His eyelids were heavy and he was struggling, but he tried his best to open his eyes, because he seemed to hear a familiar voice.

His eyes were dim, like a wretched elf who had just escaped from hell, and his exhausted look made one's heart ache.

It turned out to be that damned Mirou who appeared in front of his eyes. He frowned, his voice was very low, he changed from his gentle smile before, and now his expression was so cold: "Why are you here?"

When Mirou heard this, she felt a little unhappy, if it wasn't for herself, his current fate would not only be disfigured, but burned beyond recognition by the unicorn's flame.

Unwilling in his heart, he stomped his feet fiercely: "If you can come, I can't come? Is there a rule that you can only come to this place by yourself?"

He was so angry that he was speechless, every time he met, he was like this, so couldn't he speak well?

Yan Huai's body was weak and weak, she didn't have the energy to argue with him at all, she lowered her eyelids, and her long eyelashes covered his dull eyes.

Putting his hands on the edge of the stone bed, he tried hard to prop up his body. With such force, he only felt a heart-pounding pain in his whole body, especially his head, as if he was suffering extreme torture.The body that was about to get up immediately fell down again.

Mi Rou shook her head, put her hands on her hips, and shouted at him with a sturdy look: "Don't you know that your body is wounded? Lay down for me, or I will throw you into the sea to feed the fish. "

Seeing his angry appearance, Yan Huai was puzzled and said, "When did you become so concerned about me?"

Mi Rou was taken aback for a moment, and after a while he looked at him with disdainful eyes, with a very casual expression: "Cut, who cares about you? I just saved you if you were going to die. Besides, my picture The face is all thanks to you, if you die, where can I find someone to restore my original appearance?"

"There are many careers in the world to study medicine, and you don't have to rely on me. I can't save you. It's all your fault." Yan Huai lowered her voice, as if she would be crushed by that person again if she tried hard. Heart-piercing pain gripped him.

Mi Rou turned her face away, looking at him from the corner of her eyes from time to time, but her tone was very casual: "I will find whoever made me like this."

Yanhuai also stopped talking, he always had nothing to say to Mirou, as if the two were born enemies, they would never be able to have a good conversation.

Yan Huai stood up again, this time he was fully prepared, no matter how painful it was, he had to return to his original state as soon as possible, he didn't have so much time to recuperate, Mo Xin was dying, and he couldn't be neglected at all moment.

Seeing this, Mirou's mind was in a mess, she spared her head, and said reluctantly: "I told you not to move, but you want to move."

(End of this chapter)