Vol 2 Chapter 4092: He is in a hurry than anyone else.
Chapter 4092, he is more anxious than any of us.
Of course...
The tentacle can touch, just a piece of air.
As if everything is just an illusion.
Everyone's eyes were red, the fists were clenched, and they were hanging on both sides, and the chest was full of unwilling grievances and depression.
Watching the night clear and being taken away.
They are not at all a way...
Such a thing...
What qualifications do you have to say that you want to be the backing of the night and the backing of the night?
"Imperial Master..."
The youngsters of the world are stunned, and they are all pinned on the body of Emperor Mo Xuan: "The Qing Dynasty adults... she will be fine... right?"
I just asked for an exit.
I was pulled hard by force.
Stop the juvenile and continue to ask questions about export.
Liu Xiaoyu pulled the man back and pressed down the voice: "Don't go to the emperor's big man to poke the heart, clear the accident, he is more anxious than all of us, we must be uncomfortable."
Yes……
In this world, no one loves their fallen adults more than the emperor.
Even their own, they can't compare with the affection of the Emperor.
No... fundamentally, there is no comparability.
The people in the world pressed down the anxiety and uneasiness of the heart, and looked at the man in front of him who was standing still and motionless.
Even if the man has not spoken.
There is no change in the look on the face.
Everyone can feel...
From the man, the low magnetic field emanating, as if to cover the world in the dark.
............
I don't know how long it has been.
The night fell in the faint, slowly opening your eyes.
Xu is a coma for too long.
She blinked.
There was a violent dizziness in my head.
Forcing her can not help but close her eyes.
The eyebrows are also faint and painful.
Slow down for a while.
She was a little more comfortable, and tentatively opened her eyes again.
Except for being weak and weak, there is no other feeling of discomfort.
The scorpion is almost smoky and uncomfortable.
She raised her hand and just thought of getting up.
A pair of soft little hands, already holding her hands, followed by the gentle and respectful voice of the woman: "Miss, you finally woke up."
When the hand is held by the soft hand.
The heart of the night fell and shivered.
She... was she unable to escape the man’s hand?
The rigidity of the body at night cleared the woman's concern and asked: "Where is Miss Uncle? Where is the slave? The slave immediately calls the doctor."
The night was clear and the eyelashes shook, and with the strength of the woman, she sat up straight.
When I entered the house, I saw a woman dressed in peach-colored dress and dressed up. The woman, who was about 18 or 9 years old, looked at her with concern.
Cross the woman.
This is an extremely luxurious room.
The interior is elegant and elegant.
She licked her eyebrows and stared at the woman: "You are..."
Just as soon as the opening, the scorpion is hoarse like jagged.
She coughed a few times.
The woman was busy from the side, brought a cup of warm water that was just ready to enter, and sent it to the night to clear her lips, while whispering a sin: "Missy, it is a slave who is not careless, is a slave."
The water at the entrance is sweet and smooth.
In an instant, the throat that has been dried up for a long time will survive.
The woman carefully held the night and leaned against the bed, and immediately slammed it on the floor, slamming her head: "Missy, please spare the slave this time..."
There was some headache in the night, and it was inexplicable by the scene.
She raised her hand and pressed her sore eyebrow: "Who are you? Where is this?"
(End of this chapter)
