Dandere General and his Lord

The Hou Ye took a push pin like a hook, and the needle was wearing a thin line of a suction.

The mouth is comfortable: "Forbearance, a little pain, but your wound is too big, or it is better."

He also said a little pain.

Suture? What does stitching mean?

Mo Bridge feels some to yourself, you can ignore ignore slight stinging.

He is more frightened, the noble person in front of him, like a seam, stitching his wound a little bit of his wound.

Although it is not very skilled, his look is very profound.

One side seam is also controversial: "This is just temporary, go back for three days, you have to cut the thread, pull it out, know it?"

The form looks very horrible, but the effect is really good. The ink bridge saw the diamond wound that was very difficult to heal, and finally tightened no longer bleeding.

Jin Yuehou opened a porcelain bottle, carefully sprinkled a layer of yellow powder on his wound, and then pressed a dry and white gauze.

Moqiao is finally reacted, which is giving himself to hear. He wanted to raise his hand and earned it, and he thought that his hand was tied, and it could not move.

"Don't move. Not fixed yet." A gentle voice sounded gently.

The man leaned over his ear, a circle of a circle in his shoulder wound around the breathable gauze. He said that the breath is not blew to his face.

In the heart of Moqiao, I slide a inexplicable emotion, just like a cat paw, and it hurts again, but can't catch traces.

Will this Hou Ye, will you let me?

He is darkly looking forward to it.

Immediately tell yourself, don't do this.

I can meet a good person, don't fold me, and I will deal with my fingers, and then ... I have to do that, I have been very lucky.

Cheng Chi-leaf-cutting the clothes of the ink bridge, the somewhere of the body appeared in front of him, her heart hurts.

The young body is spread with a big small old scar, and there is a serious knife that is more serious than the shoulder, and only one piece of dirty cloth is tight.

It is clear that it should be separated from the limbs of the young man, but some joints are slightly modified for excessive training.

It's a cruel era, a poor person.

Cheng Qian Zaizhi sighed, try to make his moves easier.

The ink bridge looked at the king of the lamp under the lamp, the status of the princes, personally sutured the wound, and sighed.

His look is very concentrated, and the lights are in the face of a thin layer of light.

The sharp needle passes through the skin, which is clearly a very strange scene.

Ink Bridge, I feel that the tightness in my heart slowly relax.

This relaxation, extremely exhausted body, has a strong sleep, and there is no closed eyelid on one day.

Can't control it.

He woke up and forced himself to struggle with his eyes.

No, no, I can't sleep.

Fall asleep, put the body in the hands of strangers. He can't imagine how the situation is facing when you wake up.

And, do you forget your identity, and what are you going to do?

This Hou Ye is so gentle to wrap the mouth for you. When you want to use you, you are asleep, will you still angry him?

The ink bridge heard a gentle sound.

"Sleep, I want to sleep, sleep, sleep, you are tired, sleep well."

He said that I can sleep,

He agreed,

Sleep in a while,

a while.

He can't control himself in a deep sleep.

......

Cheng Qian leaf finally handled various wounds.

She wiped sweat, I thought about it, or called military doctor to see it.

The wounds of the abdomen are sutured and sutured because of her unskilled and nervous.

Unfortunately, there is still no sutation, I am so unprically, will definitely make him very painful.

Cheng Qianye looked up, but did not want to see that young slave has already fallen into sleep.

He slightly tightly there is no bloody lip, sleeping is fragrant.

You can fall asleep in pain without anesthetic direct sewing, it is very tired.

Forget it, don't wake him, let him sleep here.

Others may misunderstand me, cough, I am fortunate to have a slave.

However, the reputation of this "brother" has consistently, I still look realistic.

Cheng Qian leaf pulled the bedding and gently covered the bare body. I have a night on the lounge chair.

When Moqiao is awaken from the sleep, the sky is already bright.

He turned over to roll down the bed, looked at the gorgeous big bed behind him, and the heart was amazing.

The doubtful touch, I just climbed out, there was soft and dry, with myself hot body temperature.

I, I slept all night?

He bowed his body, and his hand binders his own beery has been unsaled.

The clothes on the body are gone, the trousers are cut, only a shortness of a shortness.

The big and small wounds are all wrapped in a clean and breathable gauze, which reveals a faint scent.

Mo Bridge has checked himself twice, it is said that his body is not used, and there is no trace that is hurt.

He is somewhat .

This big account is separated from the curtains.

At this moment, the noble person last night was sitting outside.

He reclined at the desk, one hand holding a volume, holding a hot incendant, gently squatting.

Inverse the glory of the morning, only see a blurry figure.

Such a gentle person, even, he wants to do something too much about you, you don't want to reverse him.

The ink bridge is touched the snow white bandage on the shoulders, repeatedly in your heart.

That kind of thing is actually nothing, it will not hurt for a long time, it is much better than being cut on two knives. Want to open a little, do you not all come here?

For the first time, you can meet such a kind person, you are very fortunate.

Mo Bridge is forced to be prepared to make a dedication, walk to the side of the river, squat in her feet.

He took the next pendulum of the thousand-wear raise.

However, he found that his neck was stiff and never bent.

He looked with his hands and gently trembled, and he was excessive, so that the exquisite fabric was wrinkled.

"What are you doing?" A gentle voice rang in his head.

"I ..." He looked up, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say that the smart shame of the Chu Huai.

I do not want to,

Sorry,

I really don't want it.

Can you let me go?

I beg you, let me go.

He is desperately shouting in his heart.

A bowl of sweet porridge placed in red dates and longan in his hand.

"Drink. Go back." Just like heard the inner cry, the voice said.

Mo Bridge has finished drinking porridge in the stunned, I don't know what the porridge is drinking in the mouth.

He walked out of the tent again.

The glaring sun shook it, woke up.

He touched the new clothes that Jin You gave to the new clothes and the bottle of injuries in his arms, and it was a dream.

Moqiao got a lips and tasted a silk, sweet?

His whole oral cavity remains in this sweet silk.

Is this sugar? Legendary sugar.

I am not dreaming, he said to himself, dreaming how to dream of this sweet thing.

Moqiao returned to the camp, walked back to his small compartment, he saw that A Feng's door did not close, and the floor in the room was poured with a messy body.

The ink bridge has walked in and put people from the ground and put it in bed.

He looked at the miserable body, sighed, touched the medicine bottle, gently rub it with your fingers, unplug the bottle, put the light yellow powder in the bottle, carefully, a little bit of A Phoenix The most serious wounds in the body.

"Where is the medicine?" A Feng turned his face, his beautiful single phoenix was swollen, the mouth was broken, and the sludge was shining.

Mo Bridge is silent, "Jin Yue Hou Gah."

A Feng took him up and down, turned to the head, snorted with the brain, "The luck is so good.?

"I haven't seen him back."

"That idiot. I don't know if I haven't seen it."

A Feng no longer talk.

Mo Bridge is a simple handling of the mouth, walking out of the door.

I don't know how the A cloud is, the ink bridge knows that the character of Ayun is more just right than himself, and it can't control the emotions.

He is a little worried about speeding up, wants to return to his own residence as soon as possible, see if the young brother who is walking side by side is needed to help.

At this time, the two slaves raised their stretchers from the aisle to come, the stretcher is a corpse covered, and the corpse is covered with the legs.

In this case, in the slave camp, it is often conventionally used, and the wrong body of the ink bridge is passed.

On the stretcher, a sharp hang, the pale hand is on the back of a scar.

The ink bridge is full of hunting, his pupil minus, tightened his fist.

The miserable arm is not angry, and it has been shaken from him.

A cloud.

It is a cloud.

Just overnight, the Ayun, a laughter, was gone.

Yesterday, they passed here, and Ayun smiled and said that the voice seems to sound in an empty aisle.

"I don't know what the owner will reward? Is there a meat? I haven't eaten meat for a long time."

The world is so unfair, a kind of hard and fresh life, just because of the high-top mood of the people, it will be built.

The ink bridge is painfully closed, he clenched the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and it seems that you want to draw a warm warmth from this ice bottle, used to fill the huge and sad empty cavity in his heart.