Dear Mr. Shi

Sen Leng's murderous aura, from Shi Yuhan's whole body, overflowed uncontrollably. He stared at Xia Yang and said: "Before you start, you must first make sure that there is no oriole behind."

His face was cold and there was no warmth. He directly showed his emotions and anger in his heart after he left the Shi Guo Bieyuan, making him really want to kill the poisoned person directly.

"Yes!" Xia Yang nodded, looking at Shi Yuhan's bloodthirsty eyes.

Suddenly remembered many years ago, that night, Shi Yuhan brought him, Chen Tian, ​​and Liu Yuandong out of the island.

It was a **** night, full of fire, **** corpses, cruel and miserable screams, that night, Shi Yu stood in the darkness, like Satan returning from hell, dangerous and deadly.

Xia Yang thought, feeling that she didn't want to see him at that time anymore.

Although Song Qinghuan was weak, she woke up for a while on the way back.

The body is weak and weak, but her mind is sober, but it is fragile.

Turning back from Guimenguan, she felt very insecure. She suddenly lifted her arms, keeping her neck tightly entangled.

When strangling to keep out the cold, I gradually became a little bit out of breath.

Shi Yuhan hugged her slender waist, hugged her tightly in his arms, and whispered, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Song Qinghuan let out a soft "um" and burst into tears in his arms. Tears slid down the corners of his eyes, dripping wet the skirt of his clothes against the cold.

She was like a wounded poor little beast, grieved, sad, sad, weak and pale.

Shi Yuhan didn't say anything, but the colic in my heart was hard to regain, and my heart was also piercing pain.

But he really couldn't think of what he could do at the moment, he could only hold her tightly and let her cry softly.

Fortunately, she didn't cry for too long, and soon became quiet again and fell into a coma again.

Warming up the cold all the way quietly, she hugged Song Qinghuan in her arms, stroking her hair and stroking her back, so that she could sleep peacefully.

When Song Qinghuan woke up again, it was already a day and a night.

During this period, she checked from the hospital and then hung the nutrition needle for several hours in the villa.

Before Song Qinghuan opened his eyes, he heard a familiar voice, deep and cold, dull and magnetic, not keeping out the cold at the right time.

He seemed to be asking people: "Have other people been in contact."

Immediately, Chen Tian's voice rang: "No, I have already investigated it. It is Shi Mu. Shi Mu once asked a doctor for cyanide. Fortunately, it is not hydrogen cyanide. The irritation of cyanide is slightly weaker than that of hydrogen cyanide. The toxicity is also much less. Mild cyanogen poisoning can cause fatigue, headache, dizziness, chest tightness, and mucosal irritation. However, severely poisoned patients will have difficulty breathing, loss of consciousness, convulsions, and finally die due to paralysis of the respiratory center. Fortunately, Madam only took a small amount at the time, otherwise it might be..."

Chen Tian couldn't say anything dangerous later, but Yuhan understood when he knew it.

Hearing this, Song Qinghuan slowly opened his eyes, and saw Yuhan and Chen Tian standing by the window talking.

However, because she did not make a move, the two did not immediately realize that she was awake.