Major General’s Smart and Gorgeous Wife

Though not likely to be heard, she still heard the bathroom door being broken open.

“Bang",

“Bang"!

Twice in a row, the trees saw the clouds with surprise.

However, before she could shout excitedly, she was put around her neck with a sharp dagger.

At the same time as the bathroom door was smashed open by the clouds, the trees were relieved and turned away from the door. The thin slate door in this small room was also smashed open by the man.

While the small door was kicked open, the door panels were almost all pressed against the trees, and the huge impact caused the trees to spit blood on the spot.

Really, it hurts. She even had difficulty making a sound. She just felt her chest swept across the river and blood poured into her throat.

The trees still hold on so that they don't keep spitting blood.

Master said that her blood is not the same as ordinary people, she can't just let herself bleed. She bleeds a lot and it is difficult to bring it back.

So even if the trees are suffering now, they have to swallow back the blood of their voices and eyes.

When Yunting arrived, she believed that she could be saved without her help. So the trees just tightened their little faces, didn't say anything, just watched the clouds quietly.

And the first thing that happened was to take the knife and take the tree hostage.

“Wood, close your eyes.” Yunting suddenly spoke.

The trees closed their eyes in good faith.

The trees only felt a drop of hot blood dripping down her neck, some burning, before she could feel the pain, had fallen into the familiar embrace of Yunting.

The trees leaned against his chest, and he could hear the heartbeat of the clouds. Was he nervous?

When the trees opened their eyes again, they discovered that the man had fallen to the ground with Gandhi's eyes open.

And Yunting's hands are still bleeding. The trees just now feel burning. It's Yunting's blood.

Wood thought he was going to play with the tough neighbors, so he shut her eyes.

Turns out not.

If the bet is trees, Yunting dares not bet.

One in 10,000 odds, he doesn't want it to happen either.

Yunting used his own hand to forcibly grab each other's sharp dagger to prevent injury to the trees. Then the other smooth swept each other's neck with a flying knife.

Some kind of forcible rescue!

Wood wants him, so does each other's lives.

The trees had been hit by the door panel and the bones were almost scattered, but at this time they could not care less about fear. Instead, they cried in the arms of Yunting.

“Silly girl, I'm fine.” Despite his wounds, Yunting tore a gauze on the right arm of the tree and carefully wiped the blood off his face.

Wood also took a small bottle from the bag, which contained some green medicine powdered on the wounds of the clouds, and clumsily wrapped it around him.

“Is this it?” Yunting looked at the green powder curiously, stopping the bleeding was amazing and a little anti-inflammatory.

“Yunnan Baiyao.” Nor did the woods lift their answers.

Your Yunnan white medicine is green? Break it without breaking it.

Yunting just looked at the trees clumsily and single-handedly bandaged him, and looked a little out of his mind.

“I'll give it to you if you see it.” The trees cast a little powder on Yunting's wounds, and there were still a lot of them in the vial. They were handed to Yunting by her brain:

“This is a trauma medicine of our mountain character, better than the usual medicine to stop the bleeding, anti-inflammatory effect, you may carry it with you. Don't get hurt again. ”