Fast-passing sick and tender male god Shura field

Every step he took was almost stepping on the tip of a needle. Nan Xian clenched her lips tightly, and soon there were a row of bite marks on her lips, which oozed blood.

Her blood was no longer the normal red color, but in the great pain, she could feel that the things in her body that were about to burst out, grow and break through seemed to hit some barrier and slump.

It was quiet in the main room, and Nan Xian was sweating coldly.

It hurts so much, it feels like my body is being torn apart...

He collapsed beside the bead curtain and gasped for air, his weak eyes wandering around the room.

So what about multiplication?
She half crawled and half dragged her body forward, using her last strength to shout: "I'm here, I'm here... pray for good harvest, where are you? Pray for good harvest..."

The voice was not loud, but it was the loudest that Nan Xian could make. She almost had to gasp for air every time she shouted.

In the quiet inner room, a tall and thin figure suddenly stopped.

The whip in the young man's hand trembled slightly, his eyes were bloodshot, thin green stubble appeared on his chin, and his clear face was as gray as a fallen begonia tree.

On the wall in front of him, a man with a pale face was chained to cold iron chains.

Xiang Kuan is still alive, but his life is worse than death.

In just a few days, he seemed to have aged more than 20 years. His majestic head drooped, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were cloudy, and he stared hatefully at the man who was holding him up and torturing him.

He didn't even know the reason why he tortured him. He only knew that this young man was like a demon born in hell, destroying the Xiang Mansion, destroying him, and even, even his son...

Thinking of Xiang Yunzheng, Xiang Kuan's numb heart ached.

That day, after receiving a palm from Xiang Yunzheng, he vomited blood and watched helplessly as his son walked away with the woman in his arms. He furiously wanted to stop him, but found that he could not stand up.

Until the hem of Gu Cheng's clothes flew in front of his eyes, this adopted son, who had always been obedient and smart, turned cold towards him for the first time. The warm spring breeze smile on his lips was gone, replaced by endless torture.

He looked away from the two people who were walking away, his expression was pale, and his dark pupils were hard to distinguish: "Xiang Kuan, it's time to settle things."

He was tied around the neck with a rope and dragged all the way back to Xiang Mansion.

He was still dreaming when he was chained up. He couldn't believe that the adopted son he brought back would suddenly change his face, which he found ridiculous.

But these days of purgatory torture and changes made him feel fear from the bottom of his heart for the first time, fear from his soul.

He has dominated the court for many years and has developed a pair of piercing eyes, but he was blinded by this young man. He never saw through this young man who had the devil in his heart.

He regretted not listening to Zheng'er's warning and checking up on Gu Cheng's life experience...

Thinking of Xiang Yunzheng, Xiang Kuan's heart trembled again.

I just feel like that Da Liang woman is like the reincarnation of a fairy, and both his son and adopted son seem to be crazy. They actually want him to die for such a bitch!

So Cheng initially said that Xiang Yunzheng's palm was going to kill him, but he didn't believe it. Even though he had other plans in mind, he always tried his best to compensate Zheng'er.

Zheng'er's temperament is a little colder, but he and he are father and son whose blood is thicker than water. How could he forget about the father-son relationship for many years and kill him just for the sake of a pretty witch?
But when he vomited blood and turned pale and convulsed, with his mouth wide open but unable to breathe, he had to accept the fact that Zheng'er wanted to kill him.

It was not that there was no sadness in his heart, but he didn't have time to be sad, so he was saved by Gu Cheng when his life was on the line. That was the first time he saw the deep-rooted hatred in the young man's eyes.

It was as strong as a fire, enough to burn all hatred.

With an expressionless expression, he slowly knocked off both of his wrists with an iron awl. Listening to his painful wails, his face remained calm as he murmured to himself: "Originally, I should be the one to take her away." Yes." If there hadn't been hatred, if there hadn't been the fire 13 years ago.

He may not have another mask and be the real Mr. Qingrun.

God knows how hard his heart beat when he saw her again!He couldn't wait to give up everything and rush over...

He knew that he was poisoned that night, and she guarded him all night.

He also knew how high the body temperature would be when the poison struck, but she pressed against her regardless of the burn, and the coolness soothed his tight pain in an instant.

She said: "Pray for good years, pray for good years. Your name is so nice."

But every year, it was Ling Chi for him with hatred.

Thirteen years ago, he was no longer a human being, but an evil spirit filled with countless hatreds.

He doesn't deserve... he doesn't deserve to have desires, thoughts, or hearts.

Letting Xiang Yunzheng take her away was the evil ghost's last kind thought.

However, this sound is so familiar that it has been played back countless times in my dreams...

Gu Cheng's whole body stiffened, and then a flash of panic arose in his heart, followed by an unknown emotion that filled his entire chest. He couldn't tell whether it was anger or tremor.

Is it a hallucination?

He pricked the palm of his hand with his fingertips, and lowered his eyes to see Xiang Kuan, who was also slightly shocked like him.

Xiang Kuan also felt that he was hallucinating. He clearly pierced the woman's chest with that sword. It was impossible to be alive, it was impossible to be alive, she should have died long ago!

These days, he has been using the woman's death to stimulate Gucheng. Even if he gets a storm of anger and torture, he still feels happy. He has ruined everything about him, at least he has also ruined the most important person in his heart.

So Cheng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stuffed the dirty linen on the side into Kuan's mouth where his tongue was broken.

Amidst the angry whining of the man with bulging veins, he walked out with a slight stagger.

Xiang Kuan had not left this room for as many days as he tortured him.

Before the poison spread, he kept some life-saving food, but he didn't eat regularly, so his legs and feet were so weak that he couldn't control them.

When he saw the figure that had been lingering in his mind these days, Gu Cheng's body swayed, and the sourness in his heart instantly filled his entire chest, which was numb and swollen: "You, why are you back?"

Come back to die?
The entire Xiang Mansion has been sealed off by the royal family, and even birds dare not fall here.

The house was dirty and smelly, and the hideous and ugly zombies scared her, right?

When Nan Xian saw him, she was in such severe pain that she wanted her body to feel peaceful for a moment. A slight smile appeared on her lips and she said, "Because you are still here, pray for good luck."

The heart, as silent as the dead sea, suddenly spasmed in the young man's chest.

His gray eyes lit up, and he ran over and hugged the girl who was lying limply on the ground. His chin with green stubble gently rested on the top of the girl's hair, and his eyes trembled slightly when they touched the green blood on the girl's body.

His voice was hoarse and painful: "You shouldn't have come back, Xianxian." There is no cure for this poison. (End of chapter)