Heal Me,My Poison Lord

"Well Well... "

Hongluan intertwined, a weak murmur came from the curtain. Red brocade was biting her teeth and suffering from tearing pain, but she held the man in front of her tightly with her hand.

"Oh, how cheap

In the man's light smile, the tone of sarcasm and ridicule made Hongjin's cheek red, and her eyes full of water mist suddenly opened. Her breath was still heavy, and she pursed her lips, but she didn't know how to reply.

, "the king is not doing well. Your Royal Highness has spit blood..."

A cry of anxiety came from the door. Nie cangming's face changed slightly. In a moment, he was about to walk outside.

The heat on the body instantly disappeared, red brocade Heart a pain, regardless of the quilt barely cover the body, a grasp of his cuff.

"Brother Ming, don't leave..."

The man's face suddenly cold, a pair of ink like painted eyebrows and eyes are all frost, bone distinct fingers, a little bit will her five fingers from the sleeve, thin lips light open: "red brocade, don't forget you promised me."

Red brocade was frightened by the icy cold tone.

The whole body can't help but shiver, the last bit of heat in the heart retreats.

She thought, so close to this man, he is belong to her, but do not want, all is her wishful thinking.

"Hurry up, I don't want to urge you for a second time!"

Red brocade is a little afraid of him, some thin body shrunk for a while, silent start dressing.

However, before she could put on her dress outside, her wrist was caught and dragged out.

It's snowing outside.

The cold wind pierced the bone, she only wore a thin lining. The wind blew, the cold wounds on her arm were in dull pain.

Seeing the room arrive, a burst of broken porcelain came. Nie cangming rushed into the room and saw the woman in yellow on the ground. He ran to pick it up.

"Yun'er, are you ok? Sorry, I'm late!"

Nie cangming felt extremely guilty in his voice. He picked up the woman in yellow when he beat him. The woman shook her head, and there was blood on the corner of her mouth.

There was no blood in that delicate and beautiful face.

Her voice is like a oriole, although hoarse but particularly pleasant: "I'm ok, all blame people too fussy, so late, should not disturb you."

Hongjin felt as if his whole body was frozen.

She looked at her husband standing in the room, holding other women in her arms and whispering softly. She felt that the corners of her eyes were sour, swollen and painful.

He raised his head and held back his tears, so as not to lose face in front of the woman who was similar to himself.

She did not dare to blink her eyes or even sound her feet into the room.

"Red brocade!"

A fierce drink came from behind the curtain, red brocade was scared, and his mind was blank for a moment.

In the twinkling of an eye, I saw the man who had just entered the inner room strode out, frowned into a pimple, and grabbed her arm.

Ah so painful.

Her injured arm was caught in the palm of her hand mercilessly, and the pain crept in for a moment, stirring up all her senses.

However, she did not dare to make a sound because she knew that men hated the way she cried.

Nie cangming's voice was gnashing his teeth and biting his teeth with bitter hatred: "don't you say that yun'er will get better? Why is she more seriously ill than before? Are you doing something in it?"

Red brocade slightly surprised raised his head and looked at the eyes that seemed to overflow the flame.

"I didn't expect that your heart was so vicious