Chapter 25: Belong to me, take back
Chapter 25 belongs to me and wins back.
Zi Ling squatted and panicked, eager to help the night clear, stumbled, and was knocked down by the door.
She reached out and tried desperately to help lift the night, and in the eyes of clear water, she was worried.
The night fell and waved, and the more Zi Ling swayed her, the more hurt the injured hand.
She gasped with a big mouth and endured the pain: "You don't care about me, I just sit down."
Ziling touched the blood leaking from the shoulders at night, panicked and squatted on the ground: "Miss, isn't the four ladies who bully you?"
The blood of the hand, so that Ziling was terrified.
No wonder the lady's face is so pale, a look of powerlessness.
"Miss Four, they are simply deceiving too much! Linger, this is to tell the Sovereign, to say the four Miss's crimes, all out!" Zi Lingqi's face is red, climbed up from the ground, and will go.
"Come back!" The night was cold and cold.
Zi Ling boarded a footstep.
It was scared by the sound of the night.
She has never heard of her own lady, she will speak in such a cold voice.
When Zi Ling turned around, it was only a shock, and the look of the night was not too weak.
The night is clear and the fascinating fascinating fascination, the flow of the room, the little light, can not be removed from sight.
"Little, Miss..."
For a time, Zi Ling felt that her lady was like a snow lotus that bloomed on the snowy mountain alone. It was so temperamental and full of enchanting.
"You don't have to go, give me a pot of hot water, then prepare a pair of scissors and a few clean cloth!"
"Miss! Don't be patient again!" Zi Ling looked at the night with a distressed heart, and the small fist held tightly. "You are the niece of the night house, the young master of Sanquanzong. How can you let it go? The lady in the other room is bullying!"
The night fell slowly and slowly supported the injured shoulder. The self-deprecating cold snorted: "I am hurt, that is, the so-called lord is hurt..."
Zi Ling is incredibly wide-eyed.
"Night niece, Sanquan ancestor lord... these things that belong to me, I will take it back little by little."
The smile of the night's falling corners gradually became chilly, and a pair of charming singers shook the chill of the killer, which made people shudder.
Zi Ling breathed a stagnation, and his hair was upright.
"Linger prepares hot water scissors for the lady!" She said, she picked up the overturned iron basin and limped in the direction of the kitchen.
The night cleared and recovered a little strength and climbed onto the bed.
Ziling burned boiled water, brought scissors and clean cloth.
With the help of Zi Ling, the night cleared the clothes and uncovered the half shoulder.
I saw the shoulders stretched below the arm, and the wounds of a cockroach were very conspicuous, and the blood rushed.
Zi Ling was so scared that he screamed and his hands shook.
Looking at the terrible wound on his shoulder, the night was darker and more chilly.
The night madness is really ironic and I want her life.
Since she hates her so much, why did she have been sick for so many years, but he has not delayed the second lady into a big lady?
Not only did she retain her niece status, but she also retained her identity as the heir of Sanquanzong.
It’s weird...
Night clears all thoughts: "Scissors!"
Ziling was handed over the red-hot scissors.
At night, I smashed my teeth, endured severe pain, and handled my wounds neatly.
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After the wound was wrapped, the night fell on the bed and covered with cold sweat.
"Miss, do you want some porridge?" Zi Ling picked up a black-and-white thing and sent it to the night.
A weird smell was extremely pungent, and the night fell and frowned: "What is this?"
Zi Ling bites her lip, and squats down: "Sorry, Miss... It’s useless, Linger didn’t have to get fresh rice...”
The second one is to ask for a ticket, and today it will be more embarrassing.
(End of this chapter)
