Poisoning the World: The Secret Service Mysterious Doctor is a Young Beastly Wife Chapter 1311: Do you expect him to pity you ~

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A pink-haired girl sat quietly with her knees folded, her long black hair blocked her saucy face, so he couldn't see her expression.

There was a little blood on the snow around her, all condensed into pieces of red ice crystals.

The girl's wound was splattered and blood dripping, but she ignored it.

Looking at the startling blood, Shen Jiuli breathlessly, and his hands clenched involuntarily.

The girl in pink is standing up again and shaking, her hair split to the sides like a curtain, revealing a pale face.

There are spots of blood on the corners of his mouth. She walked forward, but was bounced back by the enchantment. She seemed to be stunned, and walked in all directions impatiently. No doubt she was bounced back and fell to the ground fiercely.

The girl in pink is sitting on the ground for a while, and suddenly laughs, her smile full of despair and irony, echoing in the empty ice purgatory.

Shen Jiuli's hand tightened and tightened, the teacup moaned overwhelmingly in his hand, but he turned a deaf ear and just looked at the picture in the water mirror.

The pink-clad girl burst into a sudden burst of blood while laughing, splashing all over, her original pink skirt was gradually soaked with blood ...

But she didn't seem to realize that she was still coughing blood and still smiling, her lips were covered with blood, her clothes had been stained with blood red ... she fell to the ground with a smile.

The tea cup "Peng" in the hands of Shenjiu Li shattered. The pieces cut a hole in his hand, the blood drops kept rolling down, and the tea splashed him.

He didn't respond at all, still looking at the picture in the water mirror stiffly.

The laughter of the girl in pink finally stopped, and she slowly curled up into a ball, motionless, as if frozen.

Shen Jiuli waved his hand violently, and the water mirror spread out violently.

He sat quietly, the tea rolled down the robe, but he didn't respond at all, but just sat there for a long time without moving, like a sculpture.

The afterglow of the sunset fell on him, plating him with a layer of fiery red light, his body was tall and erect in the light, but it was full of loneliness.

A long time later, he finally got up and left.

...

Ning Xuemo prone in the ice for a long time, and the biting wind came from everywhere. She was trapped here, and there was nowhere to run.

The body was cold and hot, and my head was faint, and the surrounding scenes had doubled.

If this continues, she will die here.

The only reason left in her mind tells her that she should meditate and be injured at this time, and should not let herself be so frozen.

But now she doesn't want to move at all, she just wants to sit here quietly, almost with a self-abuse psychology, she is completely exposed to the cold wind, and the temperature is allowed to pass in the body little by little.

The eyes were getting darker and darker, and the sun was split into two. She tried to keep her eyes wide open, and the darkness poured in like tide, and she finally passed out.

Before coma, she thought about herself-

Ning Xuemo, are you counting on God Jiuli to pity you?

An ironic smile evoked the corners of her lips, her eyes closed, and she was greeted by the long darkness.

I don't know how long the coma has passed, and Ning Xuemo finally woke up.

She is still the only one in the huge ice field. The cold wind whistled and swirled around him, as if trying to take away everything with heat here.

Ning Xuemo was lying on the ice, watching the cold moon in the sky silently.