"I know that Mr. Jun’s mountain is high, and the scenery is fine. I have been admiring for a long time, but I have no chance to see it."

"Hey, do you really know Mr. Jun? He has always been hiding, and he rarely walks in the world. How can you know him? How can he get the eight-party phantom array he gave?"

When I watched Ling Yu’s mention of Jun Yue Ze’s burning eyes, I couldn’t help but laugh.

It turns out that Ling Yu is actually a fan of Yue Ze's cousin, and it is still a fanatical brain powder, which is really interesting.

He laughed and said: "Jun Yueze is my cousin. I still have a lot of gifts he gave. It is really very useful. If you like..."

I haven't finished talking yet, but suddenly I feel a tight waist, and the man around me exudes an obvious dissatisfaction.

There was a low, dull voice in the ear: "Xi, you are carrying something with your surname, do you miss him?"

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Xiaochi was so stumped that he was dug up and saw that he was his own sister. He immediately hugged his hand and licked it, and he couldn’t tell the cute and cute.

I touched my brother's soft hair and whispered: "Xiaochi, treating a person for her sister."

Xiaochi blinked and blinked. When he saw the patient's appearance, he blinked in surprise. "Sister, is this the woman who was chased by her husband?"

I nodded.

Xiaochi looked at the woman's body and bruises and frowned. "The punishment they said was this. I thought it was a very kind islander. I made a big mistake and I didn't die. It turned out to be more than the death penalty." More cruel!"

He looked at the woman's horror and looked unhappy, some pity, but no fear and disgust.

Mu Lingli emerged from his palm and fell on the woman.

After about a musk time, the wound on the woman slowly healed, and she slowly opened her eyes.

He once again saw the eyes. It used to be very beautiful. It was cold, but now it is as bloodless as the stagnant water. It seems that it has already sorrowed more than death.

She didn't even look at where she was, why she was put down from the tower, and what would happen again.

I walked a few steps forward and let my figure fall into her eyes.

When the woman's gaze slowly focused on the cockroach, the pupil suddenly shrank and jumped out of bed.

She grew her mouth and looked at what she wanted to shout, but she only made a rough and ugly voice.

She soon found out that her tongue was cut off halfway, her throat was burnt, and the black-purple blisters were visible at the base of her tongue.

He stared at her eyes and said: "Do you know me?"

The woman opened her mouth and then closed it, focusing on her head.

I took the wet wipe from Ji Ming's hand, slowly wiped off the dirt on her face, and combed her hair clean.

The appearance of the woman is in front of her eyes. She is very old and very embarrassed. Her skin is dark and her wounds are mottled. However, she can see that she should have been a beauty.

Moreover, this kind of care, I feel more and more that her eyebrows are familiar, I must have seen it.

However, this woman can't talk now, even her ten fingers are abolished, and she can't even write a pen.