Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

She didn't know how good they were, only that they stabbed her in the arm while he was defending her, and they laughed and said he was at the end of the crossbow.

He looked at the blood on her arm. At that moment, his eyes were full of cold and bloodthirsty. His sword, suddenly as bright as electricity, was bright and bright, like dyeing the heavens and the earth overnight.

She heard Murong Pei yell angrily, saying to Murong Lin that it was a sword hill's killing move, called Chao Lu Night... He stabbed seven swords and wounded seven others at the same time.

The price is that he suffers the same number of swords himself.

To be late, is to take the fragrance of the moment.

In the end, it's just, like, the end.

She also did not know how far Taoyuan Village was from Taoyuan Town, she only knew that he was holding her after he was stained with red, carrying on his light work all the time.

He said it, did it, she was safe, but he was dying.

When he stopped, he poured quietly into her arms.

Long Street, the lights are silent, the night is already late.

The man in her arms has passed out, and she's exhausted, but now she can't faint.

She thought she couldn't carry him, but after many failures, she carried him on her back, much bigger and heavier.

I can't remember how many pharmacies were opened, but no one would heal him, saying he couldn't be saved.

Who wouldn't be afraid that the filth of the dead would ruin the sign?

Teardrops were in her eyes, and she dared not let them fall. Sometimes, once they were weak, she could never recover the courage that she knew was desperate, but still couldn't resist.

“Dragon, don't die. If you die, I'll leave.” She whispered, "Would you say something to me, please? I'm scared. ”

Without responding, she said to herself, he was too heavy and almost fell off her thin body. She sucked on her nose, pulled him up and walked another way.

Biting her teeth, she opened a hospital at the end of the street, it was over, and if she didn't even save him... she put him on the ground so hard, wiping tears that finally came down, slamming the door so hard.

“Squeak," the door opened.

Without saying a word, he immediately knelt before the middle-aged man who opened the door.

“Please, please, save him. ”

The short man frowned, looked at the man on the ground, shook his head, and appealed to the airway: “Blood is bleeding like this, it's not going to save him. ”

He said he was about to close the door, and his stubborn temper suddenly came up. She stood up and held the doctor's arm tightly, crying: “I beg you to save him...”

The doctor sneered, “This is a dead face. You want me to treat a dead man? ”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Xuan's hands and feet were cold, his heart panicked, and he knelt down again quickly, knocking his head up in a row, "I beg you. ”

“What's the matter, old man?” A lady dressed herself up.

Dr. Woo frowned, “It's okay, a crazy woman brought a dead man to get medical attention. ”

The woman glanced at the cuckoo and looked at her bloody face, muttering: “No wonder it's pathetic. ”

Dr. Wu whisked his sleeve and said: "You should go back and prepare for what's behind you. ”

Blood fell from his forehead and slipped into his eyes. Dr Wu knelt on his knees. Dr Wu was walking in with his wife to cover the door. A glittering sword ran against his neck. Cold voices rang forward, “Cure or not? ”

The two men were shocked and shocked. They saw the dragon holding onto the door panel with only one hand and one sword pointing at Dr. Wu.

A snowsuit, all red and wet, no more white.

Dr. Wu bit his teeth, trembled and wounded the hemostatic cloth of the man in front of him. Mrs. Wu watched with great vigilance and with many years of medical experience, they looked at each other in shock: if he was a person, he could not bear the pain caused by the two deadly wounds on his chest alone. Such a wound would never come back to life.

The cuckoo wrapped herself around the dragon's inseparable knee, his eyes still motionless, his handsome face like white paper, on his knees, and his hands tightly held together.

“Long Fei, I thought you...” She whispered her fear in tears.

Gray, dry lips creep gently.

“I can't die. If those people come after me, I'm dead. What do you do? ”

Though he had always stood up, he eventually passed out.

He asked her to clean up the blood outside, saying that the injuries were not minor, but they were difficult to follow. Just for once, I closed my eyes.

At this point, Mrs. Woo called her softly in the back.

Xuan was shocked and took the sword that Dragon Fei was holding in his hand. Now it's her turn to protect him! The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but the voice was resolute, "He needed a place to rest. ”

Madam Woo was shocked and took a step back. “I'm not going to kick you out, little lady. How can we do that evil thing? ”

Dr. Wu turned his head and sighed slightly, "Your husband and son-in-law are a man. ”

He returned and summoned the little doctor and whispered to him to clear the blood outside the door.

“" Thank you both for coming, "cried Xuan." If the enemy comes, I will surely take my husband away from you and leave you alone. ”

The Woods took a glance and sighed slightly.

Doctor Wu looked at the dragon and said: "Madam Dragon, there must be a dangerous moment for any serious illness. If Master Dragon can't stand these two moments tonight, I'm afraid..."

Dr. Wu's words quickly responded. Not long later, the dragon was not far from full of heat. He didn't even say a word. He woke up and only stifled in silence.

“Fool, is it worth it?” With a smile, tears fell again.

The wax torch turns to ash. Behind her back, Mrs. Wu changed a new candle and glanced at her husband. She understood what was in Dr. Wu's eyes: The dragon boy is back in the light.

Dragon Fei sat up from biting his teeth and stood up on his back spine with a bed and even if he died, he would not want her to watch him die weakly.

“I'll give you something, don't cry.” Bringing her gently into her arms, she stunned and saw his pale face blush.

Looking at things in the palm of your hand again... a little wooden comb?

His voice was tight.

“Last night, when you slept inside, I did this outside. It doesn't look good. If you don't like it, throw it...”

He was out last night?

“No, no, I like it, I like it, I can't throw it away!” There was no rush to grip, the grief in her heart went into joy, that heavy weight made her just want to cry.

Combine the texture with a little hand. Is there a word on it? She glanced, recognizing word for word.

“White... head...”

“Don't read it!” His voice interrupted her crudely.

She threw up her tongue and looked herself delighted.

Those words were imprinted in my head, but my mind was suddenly beating.

White heads are inseparable.

Not separated, not separated.

She quickly lowered her head, closed her eyes and blinked away the tears.

“It's ugly. This comb is ugly.” For a while, she looked up and scolded, "Why do you do this? ”

Long Fei frowned slightly from his eyebrows and seemed to still care about the phrase "ugly death”.

“Hair.” He paused and said, “Give it to me. ”

Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?

The cuckoo was angry and laughing, but the shoulder slowly sank. She glanced at his head against her shoulder, closing her eyes gently, her smile in the closed eyes.

If you can only come here, and finally, remember to laugh, that's fine.

Behind her back, Mrs. Woo closed her moist eyes.

“The dragon never leaves...” Xuan lowered, raising her hand to wipe tears, but the more she rubbed, she held the comb tight and put it back in his arms. "Wake up and give it to me. If you can't wake up, I won't want it. ”