"..." Gu Yu looked up and looked coldly at the chest of the pastoral.

Mugu sneered: "They said it was a birthmark, but they didn't know how much pain I suffered after the birthmark!"

"Perverted!" Gu Yu coldly said: "The past life, get this life, metamorphosis!"

Shemu smiled, picked up the tongs, turned the iron, and said slowly: "They want to say that the past life is not qualified to say. We are so special, do not say, waste. This iron, burned It’s almost the same.”

Shemu took a piece and lifted it to her eyes and looked at it with a sneer. "Yes."

He took the pliers and walked to Gu Yu. He smiled coldly: "Auntie, know why I want you to try this pain? Because there is no worry!"

When mentioning Song Wushou, Gu Yuhua flashed a little and looked at Mugu coldly.

"Fortunately, Huang Ling was suspected of suffering from uremia by a doctor. If it is true, she will insist on donating kidney to Huang Ling and let Huang Ling do the transplant. I don't agree with her surgery, but she said that without you, She didn't care how long she could live. I explained her mind to her, she disdain! Since we have reached this step, you let me suffer in the past life, and you will be in this life!"

After that, I didn’t wait for Gu’s response. The iron piece, which was slap in the face and burnt red, was not hesitant to burn it to Gu’s chest.

"嗞-"

The red iron burned the clothes, and then the rotten skin of Gu’s chest, the sound, the white smoke, just like the steak on the case.

In the air, the smell of meat is burnt.

pain!

Gu Yu got his forehead, his neck, and suddenly sweated.

He bit his roots tightly, and then hurts, and no longer screams in front of the pastoral.

His thin, delicate face became crumpled by the pain.

Even so, it is not handsome.

His eyes are bloodshot, bloodthirsty looking at the pastoral, like that, like a wounded beast

Shemu looked at the burnt wound and satisfactorily licked her lips. "It turned out that listening to such a voice is so exciting. No wonder, you liked to brand me so much, I thought I liked listening to such a voice."

"..." Gu Yu was breathing a lot, and his body trembled fiercely because of the pain.

In addition to watching the animal husbandry with the eyes of the murderer, he did not say anything.

He knew that what he said now was useless, and shouting out would only arouse more interest in Mugo.

Once it was branded, she didn’t think it was enough. When I returned to the pot, I put down the iron with flesh, picked up another piece, turned and handed it over to the chest muscles.

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When the animal was born, it was already two in the morning.

In his bedroom, Fu Shu is waiting.

Mumu was in a good mood. When he saw Fu Shu, he hooked his lips and said faintly: "What is going on, say tomorrow."

"Young Master, Miss Song has an accident." Fu Shu said.

When I was listening to the past, I received a message: "What?"

"Car accident, serious injury."

The pastoral face suddenly changed: "What?!!"

Mugo rushed to the hospital.

Song Wuyou has been rescued and transferred to the VIP ward.

Her left foot was plastered.

Forehead, wrapped in gauze.

Her ward, Xu Jing, Song Jie, Mo Po Sen, Huang Ling, Ban Jianing, Liu Zhiming, Liu Fengfeng are all there.

Shepherd appeared in a hurry and surprised everyone.

"What happened?" Pastoral eyes, people staring straight at the hospital bed, do not know who to ask.

His voice, with a cold, makes people feel cold.