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When the news reached Sun Yan, he was outside the city. In spite of the elder's presence, he turned his horse, turned his horse, and hurried towards the city.

When I rushed to the gate, it was the sunset, and I entered the city at the last moment when the gate was closed. The anxious Sun Yan was blocked by the tide like a crowd of people.

Jumping off the horseback, he hurried toward the reins, and after knocking down countless pedestrians, Sun Yan came outside Wang Hong’s mansion. At this time, the twilight was deep, and the world was dark.

Outside the gate, people of all colors are present, but the gate is closed. The brilliant lights are matched with the quiet courtyard, and there is a fearful calm.

Sun Yan threw the horse, turned and jumped onto the fence.

He fell to the ground and rushed out dozens of guards in all directions. They were full of swords in their hands, and at the same time rushed to drink, "Who?"

When they drank, they saw Sun Yan's face covered with sweat, and at the same time they crossed their hands. They called: "It turned out to be Sun Jialang Jun." They knew why Sun Yan came and glanced at each other. After that, they step back.

Sun Yan strode toward Chen Rong's courtyard.

In a blink of an eye, he stepped into the arch, and as soon as he rushed in, he grabbed the maid of a maid with an arrow, and asked her anxiously, "Where is Arong?" His voice was trembling. Like, "How good is she?"

The maidservant was carried by him like this, his neck was strangled, his face flushed red, and he only knew how to dance his hands and feet. Where else can he answer his words?

At this moment, several maidservants and guards pouring out from Qi Qi at the same time looked behind Sun Yan and saluted at the same time, calling out: "Lang Jun."

Lang Jun? Wang Hong is back?

Sun Yan turned back.

Looking back, a wind blew past him, and in a blink of an eye, the white figure was drawn into the steps and into the room.

After seeing Wang Hong entering, Sun Yan quickly shook off the poor maidservant and quickly followed.

The two rushed in like this, and their coats floated into the room with a gust of wind. In an instant, the bead curtains clanged, the gauze fluttered around, and the curls in the incense burner were quiet, and they shook with it. .

Sun Yan rushed to the bed by a few arrows. He just reached out and lifted the curtain towards the bed. At first glance, he saw Wang Hong walking, but his hands froze.

Wang Hong’s face was very white, very white. This snow-white complexion, coupled with his deep eyes, surprised him in this dim room.

In Sun Yan's staring eyes, Wang Hong approached him. Wang Hong didn't look at him, he was focused, staring at the bed collapse in an instant, his outstretched hand pulling towards the bed curtain, trembling and trembling.

His hand was shaking so badly that he grabbed the gauze several times, but couldn't pull it away with force. Seeing this, Sun Yan stretched out his hand and pulled the gauze away for him.

The two looked down at the same time, looking at the bed collapse.

The bed collapsed, the bird's gold was dropped, and Chen Rong's face was as gray as gold paper. She slept there, her eyes closed, her lips slightly pursed, and a white, tender, fat hand, still tightly clasped to the corner.

Lights and candles shining on her face, with a bright yellow color, but for some reason, she was living with a shocking tranquility.

Slowly, Wang Hongsoft collapsed before the collapse.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and it took a lot of effort before it reached Chen Rong. Just about to touch, his hand shrank, and after a while, that hand touched Chen Rong's face again.

His slender white fingers, gentle, moved carefully on her pale lips.

Sun Yan also extended his hand, but he caught Chen Rong's wrist. After touching for a while, he turned to Wang Hong with a sullen face, depressingly, and shouted choked: "How do you look at her? Wang Hong, how can you not even protect a woman? Ah?"

When he roared, saliva flew to Wang Hong's face, but he didn't seem to hear it at all, but caressed Chen Rong's lips carefully and touched her pretty nose.

Sun Yan was so angry that he stretched his hand and pulled towards Wang Hong's shirt.

At this moment, Wang Hong moved, he withdrew his hands, put his hands on his face, and lowered his head. . . . . . . One drop, two drops, tears dropped silently from his fingers and dripped silently on the floor.

Sun Yan was dumbfounded. He didn’t find out until then that Wang Hong’s attack on the white skirt had already turned into a mud coat. His finger knuckles were blue, swollen and bloodied. That was Tighten the traces of something.

Wang Hong covered his face with his hands, and the tears fell like rain, but he didn't make any sound from beginning to end. . . . . . Tears flowed so violently, but no sound came out. Why is this scene so desolate?

Sun Yan lowered his outstretched hand, his lips moved, and finally sighed: "What are you crying for? People are not dead yet."

He turned his head and shouted to the outside: "Where did you die? What did the doctor say?"

There was a violent shout, but no one answered.

Sun Yan was furious.

At this moment, Wang Hong came in a low voice, with a tearful voice, "Come out."

Seeing that he finally stopped crying, Sun Yan quickly looked back. In this regard, he was shocked: Wang Hong in front of him, his beautiful and flawless face, still looked beautiful, his eyes were crystal clear, his posture was beautiful and noble, if he was not wearing a mud coat, if there were tears in his eyes He almost thought that the man who was almost out of control just now was not him.

As soon as Wang Hong's voice fell, a man in black appeared in the corner.

Wang Hong lowered his head, looked at Chen Rong without blinking, and said in a low voice: "What did she say?"

The man in black replied: "I have never spoken~IndoMTL.com~ But before she fell to the ground, she told Xie Heting what he said, Qilang, I killed it, it has nothing to do with you. "The voice of the man in black is very old-fashioned, and there is no slight ups and downs when speaking. When retelling Chen Rong's remarks, there was no slight feeling in it.

However, as soon as his words fell, Wang Hong put his hand on the collapse, and then tightly clasped the quilt. He buckled so tightly, so tightly, that his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

Kao Rao is so, his face is still calm, his eyes are still crystal clear, and his posture is still elegant.

Sun Yan glared at him and snorted heavily. He reached into a fist and was about to punch a punch in Wang Hong's face. The half-stretched fist condensed again: a ray of blood, overflowing from Wang Hong's mouth, dripping down the floor along the corner of his lips.

Blood flows down drop by drop. The beautiful and flawless face, such as satin ink hair, noble posture, and voluptuous blood, in this quiet room, form a weird picture.

Sun Yan stared at him, only to see him gracefully and slowly stroke his chest before waking up. With a heavy hum, Sun Yan smiled coldly: "Heartache is heartache, why should I endure it?" As soon as the words fell, he turned his head and covered his face with his sleeve, blocking the overflowing tears. (Mei Gongqing: 115115236)--(Mei Gongqing)