"Who are you? Why are you beating me?" Jun Ziyan looked at the cross-dressed man in front of him fiercely and arrogantly, looked at his livid face and violent eyes, and asked angrily.
She, Jun Ziyan, is not someone who can be beaten casually.
Wanyan Che's eyes were startled. The burning pain in her handsome face was real. How dare she resist?
Suddenly, the starry eyes in the dark night were as cold as cold, like a thousand-year-old cold cliff front. The cold eyes penetrated directly into the other party's heart, making people unable to help being frightened. They slowly leaned over and breathed like frost.
She pounced on Jun Yanyan, causing him to shiver.
He smiled sinisterly and said: "It seems that I am still too gentle towards Madam. Well, let's find another way."
The other party's cold tone made her feel like she was meeting a blood-devouring Shura. She looked at him with an incomprehensible expression. The next moment, he pinched the back of her neck fiercely, her body leaned forward uncontrollably, and a thick liquid was poured into her mouth.
medicinal decoction.
"Woo~" Jun Ziyan thought it was poison, his eyes were startled, he shook his body and resisted fiercely, but he was pinched hard on the back of his neck, and he violently choked the medicine soup in front of him. While struggling and resisting, he suddenly
The thick potion in the bowl kept gushing out and spraying all around. Seventy-eight percent of the potion in the bowl had been poured into the man's mouth.
When the goal was achieved, the man pushed her away like a rag. Jun Ziyan's already pale face gradually became almost transparent. As soon as she was freed, she coughed in panic, trying to spit out the medicinal soup that had entered her stomach.
Suddenly, a throbbing pain in the lower abdomen hit me, the pain was so painful that it was bone-gnawing. Every cell in the body was screaming, and warm liquid seemed to be constantly flowing out of the lower body.
Jun Ziyan opened her eyes wide and watched as the white cloth skirt was soaked in red bit by bit. At this moment, she finally knew what the bowl of soup she just drank was?
Her body fell on the bed like a light leaf, and the temperature in her body was lost little by little. She felt that her body was like a piece of ice, and the beating heart on the left side seemed to be slowly being eaten away.
Three thousand silks were scattered like flowers. Cold sweat oozed from the woman's beautiful face. Her cold apricot eyes looked forward, and the man's flash of guilt and panic flashed into her eyes.
Jun Ziyan smiled coldly, feeling a strong sadness in his heart, but he didn't know what he was feeling sad for.
When her consciousness was completely confused, she heard the man's cruel voice: "Gu Xiyan, you brought this all on yourself. You let Qianrong's fetus be aborted, and I also want you to feel the pain of losing your flesh and blood.
I, Wanyanche, am not stupid enough to help others raise wild species."
The snowy clothes fall red, enchanting and beautiful, the beauty is heartbroken, and the couple is in love.