Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Mugu took the pen and wrote a line on the paper: "Huang Ling, the medicine is fried, you drink it while it's hot, after drinking it, anything is uncomfortable, ring the bell immediately. ”

After he wrote it, he lifted it to the front and showed it to Huang Ling.

Huang Ling looked at it and was surprised and nervous.

Here comes the medicine...

If the stone was mammoth and swordtooth, respectively, she would survive.

If it's just a... she could die...

Huang Ling nodded, looked up and looked at Mobson.

Not even she herself knows why, in the face of death, she is persevering in Mobson, not her husband Ancient...

Mobson's heart at the moment is also tight.

Reagent...

She wants to test it.

If it works, she's fine. If it doesn't work, it's poison.

Mobson has tight, thin lips and looks calm on the surface.

But inside, there is already a wave of fear.

He looked straight at Huang Ling, his eyes were deep like Gutan, and where no one else could see him, there was a shocking and horrifying emotion stirring up.

Pastor looked at Huang Ling and saw Huang Ling's eyes. He landed on Mobson's face. He picked the end of his eyebrows, but did not show any jealousy.

The soup tank came to the fourth level.

Huang Ling didn't hesitate, got up and went over and took it out.

Open the lid, and a thick, weird smell of medicine pops up.

Huang Ling frowned, looked up and looked at Pastoral Ancient.

Pastoral also looked at her, and when the eyes were facing each other, Pastoral eyes, very calm.

Huang Ling drinks or not, it's actually her freedom.

Huang Ling doesn't drink it, he can let other infected people drink it.

It was complicated and passed through Huang Ling's eyes.

She looked up and drank the soup from the jar, one by one.

It's bitter, sour, and has a stinky smell.

I want to throw up, but Huang Ling can hold on, this is a precious medicine!

She frowned and withstood the impulse to vomit, grunting and drinking.

Seeing her like this, Mobson's hand, squeezed into a fist.

He looked at Huang Ling with a torch and his heart ached.

I really wanted to break into the wall and grab her medicine soup can.

Finally... I'm done!

Huang Ling sat down like he had no strength.

The soup can, which fell to the ground, rolled for several laps, and the few drops of medicine left in it came out as the soup can rolled, causing wet marks on the ground.

Probably the reason for taking a bowl of medicine soup down the belly, Huang Ling the whole person is even more uncomfortable.

She opened her arms and laid on the floor.

Pastoral waited nervously for her reaction.

Mobson was equally anxious to await her reaction.

But his nervousness is not the same as that of Pastoralism.

Ancient Pastoral nervousness is afraid that the medicine will be ineffective and poisonous, so that Song Wuxi will not be saved.

Mobson was nervous that Huang Ling would leave him because he feared the medicine would not work.

Heart, squeezed tight, like a hand, holding.

Huang Ling also felt it, but apart from her full stomach, there was nothing unusual about it for the time being.

She's uncomfortable herself...

Time, minute by second.

Pastoral and Mobson stood there waiting.

At the same time, accompanied by Song's worry-free Gu Zheng, also anxiously awaited the news of Ancient Pastoral.

It should be Song's worry-free poor health, and the drugs that control “Tianlei” don't do much in her body.

Now she's all vain, like she's all powerless.

Seeing her like this, Gu Zheng was scared, afraid that she would not hold out against the medicine of “Tianlei”...