Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

An hour later.

Huang Ling, lying on the floor, suddenly felt cold.

But the pain all over her made her sweat cold.

She held herself in her arms and played chestnuts on the ground.

Pastoral and Mobson perceived her change and went forward and watched her nervously.

“Ah...” Huang Ling felt painful. After a moment of chill, it was a hot air from his stomach, spread all over his body.

It's cold for a while, it's hot for a while, and this ice flame is very painful for two days.

It hurts... it hurts...

Huang Ling was in pain and rolling, a swollen blood vessel all over her body, like being stabbed by tens of thousands of silver needles.

A silver needle penetrates the flesh, it doesn't feel much pain, but millions of pieces penetrate, and this pain is not something that ordinary people can bear.

And blood vessels, bloating like an explosion, Huang Ling felt like she was dying.

She tried to look up at Pastoral and Mobson.

She saw the tension in their eyes, especially Mobson's, he didn't want to die...

“Call a doctor!” Mobson is nervously cold.

“It's no use calling a doctor!” Pastoral Cold Road: “Open the isolated door and the virus will wash out, hurting others. ”

Besides, doctors are overwhelmed with “Tianlei”.

Mobson glanced coldly at Pastoral Ancient: “If there was a slight inadvertence, she would die! ”

Pastoral's heart was also uncomfortable, and he didn't want Huang Ling to die.

But... he glanced coldly at Mobson: “Huang Ling is my wife, his life and death is up to me to decide, to worry, it's not your turn! ”

“Damn it!” Mobson punched Pastoral with anger and sudden impulse.

Mobson's moves were quick and harsh, Ancient Cheek, heavily punched, and then the whole person rushed forward.

Boom...

He lay on the glass wall.

Not yet. Behind him, a strong wind struck.

Ancient Pastoral eyes were cold and his waist bent.

Mobson's fist, heavily on the glass.

It was thick and sturdy glass, and this punch went off, and the glass wall swayed a little, but it didn't break.

Pastoral avoided giving Mobson a few moves before seeing Mobson and pressing him, he simply made a move and fought with him.

Both of them got it. After a few moves, they won't lose or lose.

Huang Ling saw them fight and panicked.

It doesn't matter what the pain is to her.

She now hopes they can stop and stop fighting.

She climbed up, climbed on the glass wall with her hands, and looked at them begging.

She seemed to scream silently, "Stop it! Stop fighting! Stop fighting! ”

Goddamn it, why fight?

Huang Ling didn't know if it was urgent or if the medicine was toxic. She felt her chest suddenly bored and her heart stopped beating suddenly.

“Pfft... Pfft...”

Her chest was so tight, her throat suddenly sweetened, and Huang Ling gutted out a few dark, dark colors.

She climbed onto the glass wall, spraying blood in this position, spraying it all on clear glass, then slowly flowing down the glass, forming a bright red river of demonic blood.

Mobson and Pastoral were scared by this paralysis, and the two of them were shocked, stop.

“Lindy...”

“Huang Ling! ”

They rushed towards Huang Ling.

Huang Ling's mouth, chin, was covered in blood.

She sat softly on the floor, dripping blood from the corners of her mouth, pulling into a silk, and the demon smelled so hard to open her eyes.

After vomiting blood, her chest was not bored and her breathing was smooth, but her heart was beating very fast.

Huang Ling covered her heart and took a big breath. Looking at her like this, Mobson's heart was like a knife.