It's almost the same, Su Kui's eyes drooped, "Yeah."
Jing Si breathed a sigh of relief, with a heavy heart. She pursed her lips, respectfully and gently supported Su Kui to lie down, then turned off the light, and retired gently.
After she left, Su Kui raised her eyes to look at the crimson veil, her eyes were clear.
The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the bright white moon hangs over the green bamboo, and the silver moonlight falls down from the sky like a veil, reflecting the snow over the sky, silvery white.
In the middle of the night, Su Kui began to feel feverish, her head was dizzy, and her eyelids were heavy as if sticking together.
She opened her mouth, a hoarse voice came from her throat, and even she was shocked, "Come here..." The voice like a broken bellows, is it herself
Smiling a little bitterly, she opened the curtain, and soon, the maid of the night watch respectfully walked over and asked her in a low voice what she had to order.
The slender and white fingertips tapped the water that had been smelling on the table. The maid knew it, and immediately walked over and poured a cup of tea. After testing the temperature of the water, she brought it to her.
Taking a sip, it just relieved the hoarseness of the throat, and she ordered the maid to pour a cup and drink, then lay down to rest.
In fact, in her current state, her mind has been burned into a drowsy state. Calling a doctor in the teaching department is the best choice. But she didn't want to, she wanted to be so quiet.
The maid retired, and the room was quiet again.
There was a rustling gasp in her throat, which was caused by fever, and there was a rustle in her chest.
She blinked, and suddenly felt a pain coming from her limbs, her internal organs, like being held tightly by an invisible big hand, so that her face was instantly pale as paper, and she arched her body as if she had returned to her mother's body. Generally, the hands are pressed tightly on the waist and abdomen, and the full forehead is sweaty.
She gritted her teeth, almost unconscious in pain and screamed.
But she didn't, she laughed ironically in her heart, Duan Ziyin really dared to start. She has arranged a future for herself. In this life, her identity is an unbearable witch in the world. There are countless people who died in her hands. Those people come to her dreams every night. She makes her unable to sleep peacefully, and always wakes up when she dreams back in the middle of the night. Then, facing the dead silence, he opened his eyes until dawn.
She didn't dare to close her eyes. When she closed her eyes, her consciousness was not black, but bright red. Those fluid, sticky sex, like alive, wrapped around her wrists and ankles, climbed up her neck, strangling her out of breath.
But she will not die, even if those dreams are truly terrifying, they are still just dreams.
She was tortured in this way, and her temperament became more and more uncertain. Only by killing can she vent her grievances.
This is because of Manshu's relief, and because of Manshu's wish, Su Kui will fulfill her.
Countless sweet blood overflowed from her throat and slid down the corners of her lips. She lay on her side, the blood stained the bedding under her body. When it hurts the most, it seems as if the bones were broken piece by piece with a hammer, and then manually connected, and the internal organs were torn into pieces. The most painful was only that moment. Soon, those menacing pains quickly faded, leaving only endless weakness and emptiness.
Sweat wet her eyelashes, blinked slightly, and drops of salty water fell into her eye sockets. She closed her eyes uncomfortably, and her chest rose and fell violently.
She is still alive, but not far from death.
Yin Manshu ah Yin Manshu, in fact, you are also a poor man.