Reading through the book: The evil first wife of the first assistant family is a miracle doctor

Her sister was killed by her own hands.

After countless cuts, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and his body was left completely intact. Only a piece of flesh was connected to his head and neck.

The only thing that was recognizable was a red string on her wrist.

Before the competition, she tied it with her own hands.

Everyone is blindfolded.

Facing the invisible enemy in front of you, killing and killing mechanically.

The one who wins will survive.

The devil-like voice hit my ears like a reminder.

"Your enemy is right in front of you. Kill your parents and slaughter all the thieves in your family. Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

So, she killed and chopped with all her might!

Until there was no more sound around.

She won.

Stand out from the crowd of secret guards and enter the next training ground.

The price was a training partner and the unrecognizable corpse of his 11-year-old sister.

He tried his best to breathe like he was short of oxygen, but he still couldn't muster any strength.

Just like when she took off her blindfold and fell to her knees.

Otherwise, stop living.

The world is too miserable.

She was stripped naked and thrown into the bath. The maid was disgusted and told her how ugly the scars on her body were, how lucky she was, and so on.

There was also the look in the eyes of the princess that was so jealous that she was going crazy.

Qing Ping stared at her with no respect.

Zhao Manxiang, even if she dies, she will support you.

"I know you, a little bitch, are wild and untamable!"

"Don't worry, after you finish serving His Highness, I will pick out your bones and throw you to the beggars on the roadside!"

Putting on clothes as light as gauze, she was carried to the side hall.

The lamps were extinguished one by one, leaving only one night lamp that fell on the bedside and was covered with red gauze, hazy and red, and extremely ambiguous.

There are also wisps of burning incense smell.

Zhao Manxiang is so poisonous, with so many added things.

Qingping reached out and started to grab his own throat, but even if he scratched his throat, all he spit out was bile.

Her stomach is empty, how can she vomit anything?

The limp body began to heat up.

There was a series of footsteps outside.

There are also greetings and guidance from the maid.

"Your Highness, the gift prepared by the queen is over here!"

The door was pushed open.

The second prince smelled a different aroma as soon as he entered the door.

Coupled with the dim red light in the room and the vague rapid breathing, his face changed in an instant.

"It's getting more and more ridiculous!" He whispered through gritted teeth.

Turn around and leave.

"Your Highness, Your Highness - ah -"

The maid was kicked.

After the princess was scolded by the angry second prince, she led others to the side hall with a sullen face.

"There are useless things that cannot be contained by one or two people, so just give them to that dandy in the Zhao family, and you can exchange them for favors."

Anyway, that boy has been thinking about this bitch all day long.

His father also played a role in the government.

But in the room in the side hall, the windows were wide open, and the figure on the bed was long gone.

The clear riverside with sparkling waves.

Two young men looked at the moon and drank.

"Twelve, are you leaving tomorrow? Are you not going to spend two days in the capital?"

"What's fun in the capital? It's either a murderous executioner or someone who takes advantage of others' power."

With a careless face, Zhilan Yushu picked up a chicken leg and began to bite it.

Cheng Ming saw his rude actions and smiled: "It's really a waste of time to blind your face."

Twelve touched it: "This is my most proud face. There was a girl who looked at me this morning and almost hit the carriage."

What glorious thing can't be accomplished?

Cheng Ming shook his head and smiled, then lay directly on the ground, resting his head on his arms, looking at the stars in the night sky, his thoughts changing.

This was a new way he had learned to please himself.

In a very quiet place, listen to the wind and waves, think about beautiful things, and seek psychological peace.

Master Wukong said, this is called enlightenment.

He prefers to call it meditation.

During meditation, those feelings of pain, killing, and heart-wrenching pain will no longer exist.

After Twelve finished eating the chicken legs, he knew that he had entered the old monk's state of concentration again.

Get up and go to the river to wash your hands.

Just after scrubbing, a human head suddenly appeared from the water in front of me.

"Oh my god! Water ghost!" Twelve squatted on the ground.

When Cheng Ming finished meditating, he didn't see the shadow of Twelve.

He didn't care, he just thought he had taken the first step.

He gathered up the pile of things on the floor and drank the remaining wine in the altar.

He murmured in a low voice: "Baozhu, I'm home."

As soon as he left, there was a sound from the grass on the shore.

"You're so heavy, why don't you get up quickly!"

"Wait a minute, why are you not wearing any clothes? What the hell!"

Twelve pushed the person away and saw the woman's eyes closed tightly through the moonlight, as if something was wrong.

"Clear the screen? Hey, wake up! Hey, hey, hey! Were you injured?"

He looked up and down and saw that the clothes on her thighs were indeed damaged, if this thin and transparent thing could be considered clothes.

"For the sake of getting to know each other, I will save you one more time."

Twelve carried the man on his back and went directly to one of the houses he had just purchased in the capital.

As soon as he entered the door, he staggered.

"What are you doing!"

Qingping's face rubbed against his neck.

"My mother, why are you so hot? Are you overheated?"

No, something's wrong, why is she like this, twisting around like a bug.

Twelve threw the person to the ground in a hurry.

Forgot, there is nothing in this house, how can I sleep?

After stuffing antipyretic pills into her mouth, Twelve hurried out to buy a quilt.

After turning around, he broke open the door of a cloth shop.

I returned to the house half an hour later.

"Clear the screen? Clear the screen? Where did the people go?"

Twelve didn't see anyone, so he found a candle from someone's house and lit it.

In the candlelight, a dark figure suddenly appeared behind him.

Twelve was caught by both arms before he could react.

The body behind him was close to him, carrying a faint lotus fragrance.

It can feel hot and scorching through the fabric.

What's going on? The antipyretic medicine didn't work?

Is it damp?

"Ungrateful, I am Sang Yue, please let me go."

Sang Yue.

Of course I knew it was you.

Qingping did not let him go, but tied his hands behind his back with the thin gauze-like fabric on his body.

He also covered his eyes.

"Hey? What are you doing? What are you doing? You don't want to repay kindness with hatred."

"Why are you touching my breasts?"

"What's licking me?"

"Why take off my pants?"

In fact, Twelve knew that Qingping's nature was the same as Chi Zhao's, so he didn't even think that she would do this.

But by this time, he knew it.

The scenes I saw in the brothel in my mind automatically led to the action of clearing the screen.

And, the fleeting white body.

Senior brother, help!

"Qing Ping! How dare you destroy my innocence! I... wu wu..."

"go away!"

"Uh uh uh......"

"I want to take you... ah!"

"Can you be gentler..."

"Let me go, okay..."