The bright blood on his chest was very dazzling, which made her eyes ache and her eyes moist.

He pinched Su Luo's right hand and pinched her knuckles. He almost wanted to cut off her wrist.

It hurts. It really hurts.

Su Luo clenched her lower lip. The painful taste made her feel that she would be pinched by him. She lowered her head. She saw the blood color on her wrist quickly fade away, her skin turned white, and Nangong Liuyun's tightly clenched fingers almost fell into the meat.

So hard.

Su Luo was almost numb with pain.

However, she closed her mouth and did not dare to say a word or remind him to let go.

Su Luo understood that he was in pain.

The man was still in pain after his painful syncope.

He is now suffering thousands of times her pain, and the cause of all this is her, why does she cry in front of him?

If this can alleviate her guilt, she hopes the pain will come more violent.

So white white wrist was pinched almost broken bones, Su Luo painful whole body shivering, but she did not move, the other hand smoothly, slowly, once, inch by inch to wipe his face smooth as jade skin, wipe that dripping cold sweat.

Even after wiping, his face quickly covered with another layer.

He clenched his teeth, and his lower lip bit out blood, slowly flowing down.

Su Luo's heart flashed a sigh of regret, so good-looking thin lips, perfect lip shape, destroyed is really a pity Su Luo didn't want to think about it. She held out her finger at his jaw.

Pain Su Luo for a moment, Liu eyebrow tight Cu, body shape but seems to be fixed, motionless.

It was not until now that she realized how much pain he felt.

When Ling Feng came in, what he saw was such a quiet picture.

He looked at Su Luo's pinched white, nearly broken wrist, and another bitten bloody hand. His deep eyes flashed a little surprise, and then a flash of clear.

After that, although he raised his eyebrows, he did not start to pick on Su.

When Ling Feng quits, he sees Xu San coming in a hurry. Behind him is an old man with white eyebrows and hair. Behind him is a child carrying a medicine box.

Ling Feng's eyes flashed a trace of cold, he grabbed Xu San's collar: "surname cold?"

Leng Yan, senior pharmacist, didn't he go to invite him? How come it's not him?

Xu San was pale, sad and helpless: "housekeeper Xu is still in master Leng's house. Master Leng has no one to see! Housekeeper Xu has no choice but to ask us to invite Dr. Zuo first. "

Pharmacist Zuo is an intermediate pharmacist, which is one step worse than Lengyan. But now he has to ask him to come and have a look. Steward Xu is still trying to find out.

After the left pharmacist went in, he checked the pulse carefully. He frowned and said to Ling Feng and Su Luo, "it's too serious. I don't have the slightest assurance. I have to ask cold pharmacist to come and have a look."

"If I can invite him, I need to invite you?" Ling Feng didn't give face at all, so he was furious.

The injury of his highness made him almost lose his mind. He was like a roaring beast, ready to pounce on the enemy at any time.

Left pharmacist is also very helpless, who calls his strength insufficient?

Su Luo looked at the bed constantly shaking Nangong Liuyun, frowned and asked, "I don't know how the cold pharmacist can invite you to?"

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