Deacon Liao was speechless by her words. After holding it in for a long time, he could only say one sentence: "Then...then...will you be able to get married in the future?"
Maybe the heat has subsided a lot. He speaks much more clearly now. Bai Languo looked at him with a sneer. Asked back: "Do you care about me? Or are you afraid that I will pester you and hold you responsible."
Deacon Liao’s face was as red as a shrimp.
This iceberg is no joke. Bai Languo is restrained and charming. Sitting next to him: "Don't worry. You are not the only man who has had physical contact with me. Please come to more and faster chapters. And it is far more ambiguous than now. I am looking for them. Also I will never come looking for you, this boring gourd."
Deacon Liao was lying ill. But the look he looked up at was still as hot as looking at a slut.
Bai Languo was decidedly unhappy. He reached out and poked his eyes: "I'm warning you. You should put away this shameless look immediately. Otherwise, I'll poke your eyes out. Do you believe it or not?"
"You are like a shrew." This was the definition given to her by Deacon Liao.
"What's wrong with me being a shrew? Anyway, if I don't marry you, why are you so worried about me?"
Deacon Liao realized that he could never defeat her. Close your eyes indifferently. bunk.
Bai Languo didn't let him go: "Don't sleep. You haven't eaten a bite. You won't have any strength when you wake up. I have to rely on you to get better soon." As he said. At the same time, I took hot water and soaked the cold and hard white rice until it was soft. Then bring it over. "You don't have to move. I'll feed you as soon as possible."
He personally handed the spoon containing the rice to his mouth. But he looked in surprise and refused to open his mouth.
Today it can be found on the face of this iceberg. I understood many expressions that he would not show easily on weekdays. At least let Bai Languo know that he is not facially paralyzed: "Why are you looking at me? Open your mouth."
He was unmoved. Bai Languo was anxious. She leaned closer and laughed at him: "Isn't this the first time a girl has fed you? I'm so moved that I can't speak. Please come to me for more and faster chapters."
"No... no..." Deacon Liao stammered. "My mother... fed me."
Bai Languo rolled her eyes: "Is your mother a girl?"
This guy stopped talking again.
certainly. Finally he was willing to open his mouth obediently. The mouth is busy eating.
Bai Languo was very satisfied: "Be good. Eat one more bite. Only when you are full can you have the strength. Only then can you have the strength to save me."
Deacon Liao chewed his rice. His eyes were devastated: "You are the prince's fellow junior sister. In terms of ability, how can you be so inferior to the prince?"
This is not a joke. The sympathy meant that Bai Languo felt unhappy: "You do know a lot of things. It seems that Puyang Yue does regard you as a confidant. But how do you know that? I am actually not his junior sister."
Deacon Liao pondered for a moment. Nodding: "You have broken into this body. Please come to more and faster chapters."
"But I'm not afraid to tell you. This body is mine. It looks exactly like me in the future."
"But the prince is trying to recall his former junior sister."
Deacon Liao Xu had no intention of confessing. However, Bai Languo's feeding movement stagnated. His face turned pale: "What did you say?"
Deacon Liao originally thought that this was all he had to say. There should be nothing to say. Unexpectedly, Bai Languo didn't know about this. Asked back: "Don't you know?"
Bai Languo's heartbeat was racing: "What do I know? Why is he trying to bring back his former junior sister? What method is used. Magic or sorcery. Does he know that now our two souls only have one body. His junior sister is here." what should I do."
Deacon Liao had never thought about this problem. What he cares about. There is only command and obedience, execution and loyalty.
Bai Languo left his job. First update: "You can eat it yourself. I'll sit aside for a while."
Knowing that this guy is in this situation, he won't say anything more. Bai Languo squatted in the corner. I was so confused. I don't know this at all. Puyang Yue revealed his identity. But he refused to accept his fate. But he tried to bring back the original Bai Languo. What should I do? Do master and senior brother know about this? Once that soul comes back. Where should I go
The knees holding me couldn't help but tremble slightly. Feeling extremely depressed. A chill spread all over my body. My clothes were soaked with sweat. But it was freezing cold.
Pity Deacon Liao on the other end. It was difficult to eat half-stretched. She was right. Eat to gain strength. Only then can I have the strength to save myself. And don’t drag the prince down.
But I could vaguely hear a slight gasp coming from the corner. Deacon Liao raised his eyes. But he saw Bai Languo curled up there. The little body was shaking violently. Not like ordinary pain.
"What's wrong with you?" Deacon Liao asked. Please come to more and faster chapters.
She didn't answer. The pain is constant.
Deacon Liao pushed himself up and stood up. walk over. Reach out. He hesitated for a moment. Still holding her shoulders. Make her look up.
Bai Languo's face turned pale. Even Yin Hong's lips began to turn purple: "I... I... I'm cold..."
Deacon Liao could no longer care about much. Touch her forehead. It's bad. I don't know if it's because her palms are hot due to her own heat, or because she's just too cold. Her body temperature. Unusually low. Suddenly I remembered the prince's explanation some days ago. Let yourself send people to find the antidote to the cold poison of Mingyin grass. Could it be because of her.
It's all my fault for being so quick-tongued. It’s not like I never talk much on weekdays. How could a slip of the tongue now irritate her? It made her poisonous.
Deacon Liao hurriedly took out his own bedding. Then he brought the bundles of straw that Bai Languo had planned to use to cushion his bed. He carefully surrounded her: "Would you like to warm up a little bit?"
Bai Languo shook his head. Holding his chest. Sobbing: "My heart is cold. Is there any warmth at all?"
This time the attack was different from the last time. This time. It started to feel cold from the heart.
Deacon Liao shook his head. He looked distressed: "I'm talking nonsense. Don't take it seriously. The prince has never wanted to force you out of this body. Don't believe me... don't believe me."
Bai Languo smiled bitterly. Smiling and laughing, he began to cry more and more: "How dare you tell me not to believe you. You are taciturn. But you never lie. There is no need to fabricate this matter to hurt me. I don't believe you. Do you believe that bastard?"
Lift your eyes. His eyes were full of hatred. Hate that bastard. He helped him rescue Zhao Yu'er first. Unexpectedly, he had stabbed himself in the back.
She was afraid that if she continued like this, she would be unable to restrain the spread of the cold poison. Deacon Liao was heartbroken. do my best. . He leaned over and held her in his arms. Use your own high body temperature to warm her bleak coldness.
In this dark and damp cage. All night long. Silence is like death. The temperature is changing. Deacon Liao has followed Puyang Yue since then. Be dedicated and dedicated to your duties. Work hard and die. this moment. But it's the first time. A trace of resentment arose towards Puyang: How could he bear it. Such harm to an innocent woman.
So he hugged her more and more. Don’t care about anything else anymore…