Playful Medical Concubine: Fifth Miss Waste

Chapter 445 How much money does it cost to repair!

Tabor's words were like a sharp sword, piercing Han's body fiercely, causing his eyebrows to sink.

"My pleasure."

"Oh, stupid."

The two fought against each other several times, and Han had already suffered some minor injuries.

Tabor obviously didn't want to continue the petty fight with him, so he directly used a big move, and Han was hit and fell towards the bottom.

Tabor originally wanted to pursue him, but at this moment he heard a shout from the creator god's palace, "Tabor! What are you doing?!"

Tabor's pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly dodged in.

At the same time, the fallen Han fell directly into the underworld.

Yan Wang, who was still counting the money in the underworld, was shocked when he saw that there was another person in front of him.

After a while, he looked up at the roof, feeling a pain in his heart, "How much does it cost to repair it!"

Hey!
Isn't it appropriate to go to work today?

Yan Wang stretched out his hand and patted Han's face, "Death God Han, woke up, why do you think you are sleeping on my roof? Do you have a crush on me?"

Thinking of this possibility, a blush suddenly flashed across the black face of Hades.

Ouch.

He knew he was the most handsome.

Just thinking about this, he looked down, but saw that Nahan didn't open his eyes, didn't fight back, let alone beat him.

This unscientific!

Normally, if he said that, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

What's the matter with today?
Thinking of this, he lowered his eyes and looked carefully, and suddenly took a deep breath.

Although Shen Shenhan didn't seem to be injured at all, but when he lifted his robe, it was full of injuries.

Who did this fight with and was beaten like this?
Emperor Mo?

No, it shouldn't be possible, with that girl around, Emperor Mo would never let him hurt like this.

No wonder Han would come to his underworld.

Isn't there only one breath left to hang on?

"Come on!"

Hades quickly ordered someone to take him down to recuperate.

Even if this god of death dared to come, he wouldn't dare to accept it!
This hell is still under the hands of Death God Han!

……

The devil's palace, the devil's palace.

At this time, Xia Ruo and Emperor Mo had fallen asleep, and Xia Ruo was lying in Emperor Mo's arms, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, as if she was having a sweet dream, but in the next moment, her brows suddenly frowned.

In the dream, she came to a place of whiteness.

She couldn't see anything, and just when she was wondering, she suddenly saw a little child running past her.

That appearance, is she when she was a child thousands of years ago?

Xia Ruo hurriedly chased after her, followed behind the child, and watched her whole life.

She seemed to be born in the world, without father and mother, and was raised by the God of Creation. Thousands of years ago, she had everything that is enviable, gentle and lovely, the love of the God of Creation, the love of the Demon King and the coldness of death. guard.

This time, Xia Ruocai finally understood the relationship between herself and Shi Shenhan.

In this memory, she and Shi Shenhan met by chance.

The little Xia Ruo was squatting in the yard and playing alone. Today is the annual gathering of the heavens, but the little Xia Ruo didn't have that kind of thought. She hid in the backyard. When she was bored, she suddenly heard Footsteps came from behind.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Shen Shenhan. The little Shen Shenhan didn't have the cold aura he was wearing now, but his face was always written with indifference.

Seeing Xia Ruo, he was also taken aback for a moment, apparently he didn't expect anyone here.

He is the god of death, born with a cold aura, and the people of the protoss don't like this aura very much, and the heirs of the other protoss don't want to play with him, and he knows it very well, so he wants to find a quiet place to stay.

But I didn't expect that there would be someone here, and it was a very noisy person.

(End of this chapter)