Military marriage 100 points: Chief spoils deeply

It's usually hard to buy.

"Ten million." Xia Jinhui.

At that time, she thought who paid so much for a few bottles of medicine.

Now it seems that the person photographed has been determined to die for Luo Yin. How much hatred and resentment it must have.

"Well, the pain shouldn't kill people, should it?" Yun Qinian asked.

Xia Jin nodded, "well, it won't kill people, but in those five hours, it will be very painful, but..."

When talking about this, Xia Jin glanced at the room inside and smiled gently, "someone will cook with her. Time should pass faster. I can't see that the famous King is also a kind of infatuation."

The first generation and K were also old rivals before.

So they all know who king is.

Ruthless and insidious, he is a real villain who does not discount means to achieve his goal.

I don't want to open it. The bad guy has an emotional day.

"Sure enough, the ancient hero was sad about the beauty pass. Think about me..." Xia Jin glanced at lengxun next to him, and then the radian of the corner of his mouth increased, "think I was also defeated by beauty."

Or the beauty of his apprentice.

After hearing this, lengxun raised his eyes and his eyes fell on her face. His voice was deep and his tail was a little enchanted, "huh?"

It seems that the question of who is the hero and who is the beauty should be studied with her in the evening.

Seeing his eyes, Xia Jin wondered.

She has been wandering the Jianghu for so many years. What kind of man has she never seen?

There are various sources of suitors.

However, the man in front of him usually looked innocent and cold. He didn't think she could attack. However, the facts proved that she was wrong.

As he said, she is a wolf, and he is a wolf in sheep's clothing, which is more terrible.

Xiao xun'er is serious. She really can't bear it.

Xia Jin moved his position and sat beside Yun Qinian, far away from the wolf.

……

In the room.

Luo Yin was lying on the bed, her face was pale and colorless, her mouth was slightly open, her chest fluctuated up and down, her hands held the quilt tightly, her strength was very strong, and her finger abdomen turned white. Then, a painful voice overflowed from her mouth.

Mo Yang sat on the chair beside the bed. He grabbed her hand and looked nervous, "yin'er."

Over time, the toxicity became stronger and stronger, and the pain doubled and doubled.

Even though Luo Yin had received strict training in black and white, he felt that life was better than death at the moment.

Luo Yin's body shrinks into a ball, and his small face is wrinkled.

Mo Yang sat by the bed and held her in his arms. The pain lasted five hours, which Mo Yang couldn't imagine.

He was so distressed that he wanted to bear the pain for her.

Mo Yang let Luo Yin lean against his arms and hold her hand.

Although Luo Yin's consciousness was not clear, she felt the people around her, "Mo Yang..."

Her voice was weak and she called his name.

"I'm here."

In response, Luo Yin grabbed his hand harder. The pain on her body made her unable to control the strength of her hand. Her nails were not long or short. She grabbed it hard and grabbed a layer of skin directly at the back of Mo Yang's hand. A blood stain was immediately exposed at the place where she was caught.

Mo Yang held her tightly without even frowning and let her grasp.

In the next few hours, painful cries came from the room until it was dark outside and calmed down a little inside.