A huge white energy suddenly burst out from Su Yingxia's body, just like the previous purple feelings, and as the poverty of heaven was pulled out by Han Sanqian, the purple love at this time was suddenly like losing the soul, the body

When the soft is soft, you will fall and sit on the chair side by Han Sanqian to sit on the side.

Immediately after, Su Yingxia's body returned to normal, but compared with before, her body had more stable white gas on her body.

The method of the poor and the poverty, Han Sanqian understands it, it is a bit similar to the method of lowering the poisoning.

This is like some people use the poisonous people, but some people use the puppet to save people. Because of the poverty of heaven, because of the body like a gravel, to a certain extent, it is the puppet at this time.

This method can also be convinced that it does not lie to itself. It is indeed accompanied by the danger of life at all times. Once there is any loss, it must be a place where you ca n’t restore it.

After all, someone is bitten by a poisonous snake, and someone will help drugs and drugs. It is also likely to face the risk of infection of snake venom. It is faced with the rootless poison that is more powerful than the snake toxic.

Once you are in the middle, it is equivalent to this guy like Su Yingxia ...

Seeing Bai Qi tending to stabilize, Han Sanqian didn't dare to say a word. He was afraid that he would accidentally disturb the poverty of heaven. At this time, he couldn't do anything, and he could only wait silently next to him.

One minute ...

One hour ...

Even for a few hours.

From the beginning of the day, the day of the month, the night of the night passed, the evil puppet next to it had already slept, and sometimes made a burst of beings.

Han Sanqian's eyes were exhausted. For a whole night, he never closed his eyes once. Although he knew what Su Yingxia could not help now, as a husband, he always looked at Su Yingxia like this, hoping to know the first time he could know the first time.

All the situation of Su Yingxia.

Outside the bamboo house, Qin Shuang's complexion was still as frost, with a bowl of hot porridge in her hand, and gently wandered outside the door. She knew that Han three thousand nights did not sleep and wanted to give him some porridge to warm your body, but he was afraid of this.

When she went in to disturb him, it was slightly cool in the morning, and she was afraid of the porridge. She kept covering the bowl mouth with only other hands, and then put the other side of the bowl as much as possible by her belly.

When she was stunned, the footsteps striked, and when she looked back, I saw that Ningyue also slowly walked over with a bowl.

When Ningyue saw Qin Shuang, he smiled slightly: "I just brought some dishes."

During the talk, Ningyue glanced at Qin Shuang in the bowl in his hand. Sure enough, the bowl was just a little bit of green vegetables.

"I know you will give him food." Ningyue smiled softly: "I haven't moved in it yet?"

Qin Shuang shook her head and looked down at the porridge in her hand. This was made by her herself before she was on.

The fingertips in the ten fingertips are all red, and everything has explained everything.

"There are more than one meal." Qin Shuang smiled bitterly.

On the way, she has seen many people cooking porridge. Most of the wooden houses are collective food, and they do n’t need to cook alone. Therefore, they do n’t need to know what they know.

Ningyue smiled bitterly, and this was true. On the way to the time, she also saw the scene of porridge cooked porridge. Whether it was the young lady Wang Simin, or Su Yan, Miss Su, or Su Yan, or as Han Sanqian

Xia Wei who came in, Xiaochunhua, almost everyone would be busy with the porridge in their hands.

After looking at the bamboo house, Ningyue naturally didn't need Qin Shuang's answer.

"The girl named Xia Wei who came back from Han Sanqian Xin was quite beautiful, and her temperament was not bad. It was not bad compared with you." Ningyue smiled softly, and after speaking

In Qin Shuang's hand, turned around and went back to the wooden house.

Qin Shuang smiled bitterly, why didn't she know the meaning of Ningyue?

However, she also thought, but unfortunately ...

The talent in the house is all of him.

At this time, through the clouds, the sunlight has brought a little warmth to the entire dead house in the faint direct house.
Chapter completed!