Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife Chapter 941: What does this man mean?

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The day has passed.

The man in white never went to the girl and didn't even look at her.

The moon has risen, as big as a disk, hanging high above the head, the moonlight embraces the earth tenderly, everything is soft under the moonlight like water.

The man played chess for a day, and seemed to be lacking. He raised his hand to close the chessboard, stood up, and didn't look at the girl in the box.

Ning Xuemo: "..."

What do these white men mean?

I took people and left them here for a day, now I just leave them away! Isn't he afraid that this girl will die here?

She turned her head to look at the girl, who was always lying there in one pose, without moving.

Ning Xuemo sighed secretly. Fortunately, the girl was in a coma. If she kept awake and kept such a posture, she would be exhausted!

She was about to walk over to see what the girl's condition was, but found that the girl's eyelashes trembled slightly and opened her eyes slowly.

Ning Xuemo: "..." This girl wouldn't be pretending? !!

What a great willpower!

The girl's eyes turned around, and she looked around first. After looking for a moment, her body moved and slowly stretched her limbs out of the box ...

She is obviously lying down, with a touch of pain on her beautiful little face.

After a moment, she whispered a little, turned over from the box, sat up, and looked around, grunting in her little mouth, she seemed to be insulting cold blood, and could not save anything.

This girl is obviously not a regular scolder, and those words are repeated.

She was about to stand up in the box, and suddenly she saw something. She froze and stayed there.

Ning Xuemo followed her gaze and saw that the man in white was sitting on the bamboo slightly not far away, looking at her lightly.

The girl's face turned red slightly, and she sat there for a while, seemingly wondering whether it was better to lie down and faint, or simply stand up.

After a while, the girl suddenly jumped up and looked up at the white man: "Did you find out that I was faint?" A mouthful was a preemptive tone of accusation. Her voice was like the first crying oriole in the valley, delicate and crisp.

The man in white is unwilling to answer, apparently too lazy to answer this question.

The girl stared at him: "But I'm really hurt, I'm bleeding all the time ... how about watching such a beautiful girl bleed to death?" She was really injured, on her arm There were blood stains on the calf, and even the chest and abdomen, and they were stained on the white skirt like blossoming red plums in the snow.

"Are you dead?" The white man finally spoke, his voice cold and windy, with a slight coolness.

The girl froze and pursed her mouth: "That was my life, wake up in time, or I would really bleed to death ..."

The man glanced at her lightly, as if he didn't bother to talk to her again, then turned and left.

"Hey, hey, don't you ask me why I pretend to be dizzy?" The girl chased him behind.

"Not interested." The man replied, not even turning back.

"Oh, you aren't curious? You ask me and I might tell you. Don't you want to take out the details of the demon ancestor in my mouth?"

"I don't want to!"

"Ah, maybe I really know that, you just asked me and said ..." The girl chased after him.