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"Roll --" Murphy opened his mouth, and his chest pajamas were soaked in the blood and red.

Qian's mother covers her chest, points at Murphy and looks at Qian Yikun.

And Qian Yikun's eyes now fell on Murphy's chest, strode over to hold her, got up and went to the bedroom, "new buds, send them away."

"Qian Yikun." Huang Jiaojiao cried out, still covering her face.

Qian Mu Qi's body trembled. His filial son drove her away?

Xinya shakes her body and looks at the two women in front of her. She doesn't dare to drive them away. She can only wait for them to leave by themselves.

Qian Yikun goes back to the room, kicks the door with his foot, then takes Murphy to the bed and puts it down. He takes the medicine box out of the drawer of the bedside table.

Could it be that she was lying on the bed with a tearing pain coming from her chest? She just felt happy.

Qian Yikun reached out to unbutton her pajamas.

"For what?" Because of the pain, Murphy's voice trembled involuntarily and held Qian Yikun's wrist tightly.

Qian Yikun waved her hand directly, without any pity.

Or, the unknown anger makes him angry, does this woman really not cherish her own life at all?

He and Gu JieXi don't hesitate to offend Ye Cong's life. She doesn't know how to cherish it. That's why he is so angry.

Can it be that Qian Yikun has untied the button of her pajamas because of the pain? Because of the injury, she doesn't wear any personal clothes inside, but the gauze on her chest is a little scary.

Could it be that Qian Yikun is in a good shape, but he is not in the mood to pay attention to the two in front of her chest at the moment. He bends over and hangs over her, reaches out his hand to untie the back of the bandage, and then slowly opens the bandage. The gauze below has been completely soaked with blood.

Qian Yikun frowned, and his chest seemed to be torn by others, which made him sore.

Doesn't this woman feel it?

Could it be that he clenched his hands, sweat on his forehead drop by drop, and cursed his mother.

"Numb, have you seen enough?" Could it be that she roared out, because she was involved in the wound, she scolded her once again.

Qian Yikun took down the gauze full of blood, and the wound inside was more ferocious.

"What did ye Cong do?" Qian Yikun's hand trembled unconsciously. He reached for the ointment, which was given to him by Gu juexi. He knew that there was no medicine outside.

Could it be that she didn't cry, her eyes were still dry, but her forehead and hair were all wet with sweat.

"Did I do it myself?" Is it a sneer.

Qian Yikun looked up at the corner of her mouth with a sneer. If it wasn't for the physiological reaction, he would even think that the woman was unconscious.

She didn't cry after the pain. Is she really a woman?

"Pain you can cry, no one will laugh at you." Qian Yikun side for her medicine, while opening said.

"Cry?" Didn't you smile, just this smile, with irony.

She never cried, because tears have no value.

Mo Tian told her that in this world, tears are the least valuable and the weakest thing. Once a killer has tears, he is not far away from death.

She is the most beloved killer in Mo Tian's hand. The so-called most beloved is also the most severe. Therefore, she has been trained more cruelly than others since she was a child. She has not known what crying is for a long time.