Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The clarity of the starry sky, broken diamond in this dazzling aurora, constantly shining

At this time, ye Qingcheng had not been shocked by the aurora. Suddenly, on the ground, a little dark green light curled up

Ye Qingcheng held his breath and looked at the little light rising slowly on the ground, slowly, slowly, filling the whole glass house

She gently stretched out her hand, and a faint light fell on the palm of her hand.

Ye Qingcheng opened her eyes in surprise. A small firefly lay on her palm, and the light at the tail was shining continuously.

The whole dark blue glass house is covered with white cashmere carpet, there are lighted glass candles in the corner, and the bright red rose petals on the ground

In the air, is there a little green light, dense, quiet

The ever-changing color light in the sky is constantly waving

"Oriental world brocade..." Ye Qingcheng was really about to cry with joy. Looking at the scene in front of her like a fairy tale, she turned her head, but the expression on her face slowly stagnated from surprise

Dongfang Shijin hugged her and closed her eyes in pain. It seemed that there were hundreds of millions of bees buzzing in her head

The sharp pain, like a sharp knife, severely cut open his nerves

Blood fell down the bridge of his tall nose, as if it was not blood, but hot like fire

The hot fire seemed to gush out of his mouth and nose

The brain seemed to be torn and hurt.

He can't see anything.

Before the darkness, Dongfang Shijin only saw Ye Qingcheng's frightened face. She kept calling his name, but what he heard seemed to come from a distant place

"Oriental world brocade..."

"Oriental world brocade..."

"Oriental world brocade..."

His world seems to be a vast expanse of white, like the boundless white outside the glass house, and the narrow oasis is becoming pale.

It's like the curtain call of a movie. After a dazzling white light, it's like the black screen is constantly pulled down

Darkness

Boundless darkness

Ye Qingcheng kept calling his name. She jumped out of bed, smoked a paper towel in the carton, and wiped his blood disorderly and anxiously

A paper towel

Two paper towels

Three paper towels

The white paper towel was dyed red quickly, and his blood seemed to be unstoppable

Ye Qingcheng fumbled in his coat pocket, trying to find the box of Medicine

In order to make it easy to carry, ye Qingcheng divided the pills in that small glass bottle into several parts, all in waterproof small bags, in order to prevent the Oriental world brocade from having medicine when it is not in the castle

Ye Qingcheng got up, found the coat of Dongfang Shijin from the side of the big bed, and casually touched his pocket

Ye Qingcheng always puts a small pill bag in his shirt pocket. 3-5 pills are a small bag

She touched and touched the small medicine bag. She didn't know that ye Qingcheng fell down and there was nothing in it!

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