The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 459 This Man Can't

Tang Nineteen woke up leisurely, only feeling a pain in the scalp, pain in the buttocks, weakness and no strength.

Looking outside the door, I saw only a piece of flying sand and rocks, and the sky was dark.

where is she?

I can't really remember what happened before I fell into a coma.

Rubbing his head, in addition to the strong pain, he also felt dizzy and vomiting.

Maybe it was a concussion.

But she still remembered the pain in her ass.

She and Xu Moting were ambushed, she inhaled Mihunsan, and in order to stay awake, she pulled out the hairpin and "masochized" herself.

It still hurts so much, it seems that the wound is still very new, not far from that day.

She couldn't remember what happened after that day.

At worst, just die.

But it now appears that she is still alive.

The house in front of me, except for the strange flying sand and rocks rolled up outside, looks quite elegant and meticulous.

On the wall of the house, there is a garland wrapped with iron wires, and a bunch of dried roses are hung on the garland. Although the rest of the furnishings in the room are not outstanding, just looking at this garland, it can be seen that the owner is a person with great taste in life.

Struggling to sit up, she heard a voice shouting and cheering outside.

"Hit, hit, hit well, hit well, hit to death."

Xu Moting.

She was pleasantly surprised.

She is not afraid of her own death, but she is afraid of implicating Xu Moting.

She got up and ran to the door, but she was quickly pushed back by a strong air current, and she took a few steps back in embarrassment, almost falling to the ground.

Grandma, what the hell?

Going through the front door seems unrealistic, but fortunately there are windows.

Opening the window, she turned over, walked halfway through the wall, and saw Xu Moting not far away, just in time to relax, with arms folded looking at the flying sand and rocks in front of her.

If you look carefully, it seems that there are two people fighting together, rolling up flying sand all over the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

Be good, who is against whom, what kind of enmity, what kind of resentment, it's like this.

She didn't care about it, and walked towards Xu Moting happily. Xu Moting was dressed in blood, but he was in good spirits. Could it be this is the latest dressing style of this coquettish bag, this kind of bloody clothes with a sense of ravages, isn't it good-looking?

"Hey, Xu Moting, are you okay?"

"What can I do?" Xu Moting didn't look back, he was enjoying watching the play.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, he turned around abruptly, with a look of disbelief in his eyes: "Where did you come from?"

Tang Nineteen pointed to the window: "There was a fight at the front door, and I came out through the window. Where is this? Who are these two people? This is a revenge for killing their father, and they fought like this?"

Hearing this, Xu Moting bent over laughing, as if he had heard a big joke: "Father killing, hahahaha, hahahaha."

May I ask where these four words hit his point of laughter? It's inexplicable.

She elbowed his ribs: "What are you laughing at?"

"No, no, it's nothing." He tried his best to hold back his laughter, and Tang Nineteen raised his brow narrowly, "There is no revenge for killing my father. You can guess why these two people fought."

"How can I guess, this volume of yellow sand is all over the sky, I don't even know if they are male or female."

"A man and a woman." He reminded kindly.

She had a big brain hole: "Could it be that this man failed this woman? Or is this woman cuckolding this man?"

Xu Moting laughed again.

Tang Nineteen rolled his eyes, lost interest: "Don't guess, you like to talk or not."

"I said, I said, actually, it was the man who couldn't do it, and the woman said something to him, and then they started fighting."

(End of this chapter)