The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife Chapter 72: 072 Ouyang House

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Yu Xi was stunned, and he murmured, "You took me to Ouyang's house, did you want me to cure Ouyang Haoxuan?"

"Why? You are not sure?" Nangong Yu smiled. "If you can't cure Ouyang Haoxuan's illness, we still go home as soon as possible, after that I ..." I will always find something else for you Yuanyang fruit.

Kan Gongyu's voice has not fallen, but Xi Xi has raised her eyebrows, and Xiu Mei's face is full of wanton self-confidence and arrogance: "Who are you talking about? I will not cure the broken meridians?"

The girl dressed as a teenager said words of arrogance like this, her beautiful phoenix eyes were dazzling, shedding a silvery purple luster.

The dazzling eyes are like a swirl, attracting Nangong Yu's heart firmly.

He stretched out his hand, clenched his wrist gently, and asked softly, "Did I have the medicine I sent you yesterday?"

Speaking, he's going to lift up Xixi's sleeve to look.

Who knows if he doesn't ask this question, and when asked, it reminds Xixi of the last time of a humiliating and unpleasant experience. He couldn't help but get his hands back quickly and hard.

"You don't have to worry about it. Small injuries are nothing to me at all."

Yes, no matter whether it ’s the former creek or the Nalan creek in this life, this flesh wound has long been used to it, and it is nothing at all. She always carried it by herself, and now she doesn't need the attention of others.

Nangong Yu's eyes were dark and she wanted to have an attack, but she looked at her stubborn side face, but sighed again, and passed into the secret: "Remember, don't reveal your identity of Nalan Xixi, Ouyang The people in the family now hate the people in the Nalan family. If you know your identity, whether you can get Yuan Yangguo is unknown.

Xun Xi frowned and was about to ask what the grievances between the two were, but Nangong Yu said softly, "Here it is."

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Ouyang.

In Ouyang Haoxuan's room, the doors and windows were tightly closed at this time, and the whole room was filled with a strong bitter and astringent medicine smell, as well as an air that made people want to make people feel sick.

The room is filled with candlelights, and there are several night pearls of great value, but because of the lack of sunlight, the room is still dark and suffocating.

Mrs. Ouyang is now sitting on a low bed by the bed, her hair is messy, her eyes are red and swollen, and her body has unwashed medicine.

She looked at her tortured son who was tortured in bed, crying sadly and begging: "Hao Xuan, begged you, do you take medicine well? If you do n’t have these medicines, you will soon be because of your internal organs Six crickets dried up. "

Ouyang Haoxuan on the bed had a gray face, a beard and a dregs, and his eyes were deeply sunken, and the whole man was full of decadent dying spirit.

He heard that he laughed, his voice was hoarse and rough, with indescribable despair: "Mother, I beg you, let me die, okay? This is a life without dignity, even the power of suicide Nothing, what's the point of my being alive? It would be better to kill me with one stroke and let me die clean! "

Mrs. Ouyang was even more sad when she heard the words. She rushed to the bed, grabbed her son's hand, and murmured, "Xuaner, your father has gone to the doctor's association to find a cure for the world. There is always someone in the world who can cure you. You must not give up on yourself now. "

"Mother, don't deceive yourself any more!" Ouyang Haoxuan made a gurgling sound in his throat, like a dying old woman with a low cough. "Even Nalan Zhengze has come to see me. OK ... I've been doomed in my life. Mother, will you let me die? "