It's beautiful.

Hua Canling's face was ashamed and flustered. He nodded involuntarily at Shang Yun's drunken Yan Mingming's small but indisputable eyes and said, "well, it's OK. His name is always better than that of a stupid woman."

Yun Zuiyan pulled the corners of his lips contemptuously. As expected, she was a stupid woman.

The matter was settled, and their relationship seemed to be more harmonious.

Yun Zuiyan's mood was more relaxed. The old blood that had been choking in his throat was not blocked, and his steps were light.

The next second, a sharp pain hit.

Sure enough, it's still... Because of the previous efforts, the poison bite broke out again.

Looking at the small strong body falling down again in front of him, Hua Canling was frightened. He hurried forward to catch him and called, "what's the matter with you, little white gourd? You're sick again?"

It's poisonous hair, stupid woman

Yun Zuiyan thought that when he had poisoned his hair two times before, he would have been hugged by Hua Canling. Therefore, this time, he took the initiative to drill into her arms and hug her waist.

"It really hurts."

Hua Canling held Hu Meng's facial features and instantly wrinkled Yun Zui Yan. Seeing that he was trembling gently, a pair of tiger eyes were tightly closed, his teeth were clenched, his red lips had already become white, and his already white skin began to become transparent. He couldn't help but feel distressed.

"What kind of disease is this? How can it hurt like this?"

She asked anxiously.

Where can yunzuiyan answer her question?

At the moment, the pain goes into the lungs, the four tendons and eight veins are like being burned by fire, the blood is frozen, the bones of the whole body seem to be broken inch by inch and reorganized, and all the nerve lines are like needle drills, broken and sewed up. In this cycle, the pain makes the soul tremble.

If a woman's childbirth is the top pain of level 24, what he is now is the pain of level 24 to the power of 24. It is not just a trip to hell. It is almost entering the hell of level 18, again and again.

The soft embrace that saved him from extreme pain twice before didn't work this time?

"Flower... Remnant... Spirit... Hold... Hold... Me..."

Yun Zuiyan made a faint voice.

Hua Canling saw that his lips were moving and bowed his head, and then heard such a vague sentence.

She's been holding him!

"OK, hold you. I've been holding you all the time. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

Seeing that he was so dependent on him, Hua Canling was so distressed that he held him and said.

Yun Zuiyan was held tightly.

The whole body is cold and warm.

But, no, why not?

Isn't it possible to warm up after being held by her?

Why not this time?

Where did he know that what really worked was not the hug of Hua Canling, but the tears of Hua Canling!

The first two times, Hua Canling thought of his situation because of him, and the star of his sweetheart, whom he could never see again. He pushed this. He felt pity for him and self pity, and shed tears twice in despair.

This time, except for her heartache and worry, she had no other sad factors. Her tears couldn't fall. Yunzuiyan couldn't get remedy, so she had to suffer from his pain every ten years again.

But the pain this time was more painful than every time in 20000 years, which made him crazy.

First, the training ground was destroyed.

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