Quick-wearing male god skin is sweet

Chapter 525 He Has a Special Temperature 11
The doctor's expression suddenly became terrified, because he saw that the brown spots on the white eyes of the black heart lotus had turned blood.

Yan Ge took out two small batches of antidote injections, removed the scarf around Hei Xinlian's neck, and stabbed her in the neck.

Not long after all the potions were pushed in, Hei Xinlian fainted to the ground.

Yan Ge glanced at the doctor who stayed there, "Treat the pustules on her neck."

After finishing speaking, she walked into a room with her hands wrapped around her pockets, leaving the door open for the doctor.

The doctor with a throbbing heartbeat stood on the spot and calmed down for a while, then tremblingly put Hei Xinlian into Yan Geliumen's room, and ran upstairs without any delay to get the equipment back to the room.

The scumbag saw the doctor's pale face, with cold sweat on his forehead, and ran in in a panic. His brows were deeply locked, and he said in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

The doctor told the scumbag about the horrific scene just now, but the scumbag's focus was not on the poisoning symptoms of Hei Xinlian, but on Yan Ge's use of two antidote injections on her.

Darkness came to the scumbag's eyes, he clenched his fists, said nothing, and waved his hand to signal the doctor to leave quickly with the equipment.

Not long after the doctor left, the scumbag suddenly got up and kicked over the old table in the small hotel.

He stared fiercely at the ring on his ring finger.

It would be better to kill her than to waste so many injections on her.

The scumbag took off the ring and threw it into the toilet in disgust, without a trace of nostalgia.

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After dealing with the pustules on her neck, Hei Xinlian also faintly woke up.

After waking up again, her body was no longer as heavy as before, her drowsy brain was also cleared up a lot, and her vision also regained part of her clarity.

"woke up?"

Yan Ge, who was wiping the barrel of the gun, looked at her sideways.

Hei Xinlian didn't speak, got up and went to the bathroom, looked at her bandage-wrapped neck in the mirror with water stains on it.

She touched it tentatively, grinning in pain.

Yan Ge walked slowly with a gun, squinting at her, "Do you think your husband has ever visited you?"

Hei Xinlian stared blankly, then turned around and stared, "You want to sow discord?"

"I have this kind of thinking." Yan Ge didn't hide it, and said something casually: "Just because a man cares about you doesn't mean he loves you, but if he doesn't care about you, he definitely doesn't love you."

"What do you mean!"

Hei Xinlian jumped into a rage as if she had been touched in a restricted area.

Yan Ge shrugged, with an innocent look on his face, "Literally, you can experience it yourself."

As she spoke, she took a few steps closer to Hei Xinlian, and looked deeply at Hei Xinlian with cold eyes.

"Guess, if I told your husband that he wasn't actually poisoned, would he still want you?"

After the voice fell, the lights in the room suddenly went out, and the sudden darkness gave Hei Xinlian courage.

She wanted to take this opportunity to kill Yan Ge.

Hei Xinlian gritted her teeth, and rushed to where Yan Ge was just now, but unexpectedly missed.

Then, the door was pushed open.

Hei Xinlian felt a tall figure rushing towards her with a bloody and murderous aura.

What Yan Ge said just now flashed inexplicably in her mind, and Hei Xinlian dodged subconsciously, but was choked tightly by the black shadow that suddenly appeared.

The wound on the neck made Hei Xinlian burst into tears in an instant.

Her whole body seemed to be stimulated by an electric current, the suffocation and the unbearable twitching pain, like a sudden tsunami, was about to submerge her.

(End of this chapter)