Venerated Venomous Consort

The blood is red and stinging.

"Little fox!" A slap in the heart, his face turned white, as if he spit out this blood.

He held her fingertips and trembled: "What are you doing?"

How can it vomit blood? Could it be... is it the aftereffect of his palm?

He was busy with her pulse. After a while, his fingers clenched and he had the urge to insert a knife!

It is indeed the aftereffect of his palm. Seeing her pulse symptoms, his palm almost cut off her heart!

Or it has been cut off, but it has been forced to continue and continuation...

The heart that is forced to continue this way is naturally fragile, and there is a danger of being broken again with some stimulation! It is only after half a year of such injury that it is necessary to stay in silence for a long time. It is possible that she is completely innocent, but she is so weak and drinks so much wine. She is simply looking for death.

Strange, he was angry at the time, but because she was too small, she didn't really kill.

He clearly controlled the power, how could it hurt her so much?

By the way, she said that she had been tortured for nearly a month before she escaped. Perhaps she was already weak at the time, so she was so hurt.

In the dust, he felt remorseful and painful. He couldn’t help but raise his arms and held her in his arms. He was tight and his voice was dumb. "Little fox, can't help--"

The blue fox was pale and almost transparent. She spit out the blood and then opened her eyes slightly.

After taking a breath, the line of sight turned to the face of the dust and looked at him for a moment: "Who...who?"

Dust: "..."

He took a sigh of relief, as if she hadn't known him after drinking a piece, she reluctantly introduced herself: "I am a whisk."

"Dust..." The blue-outed fox whispered, and the tone was flat. It seemed to be ruthless: "Which is it?"

Dust: "..."

He looked at her glazed scorpion: "Your husband is dusty..."

The blue-eyed fox smashed his head, slightly licking his mouth, and his voice was stunned: "The husband...but he has already ignored me..."

A slap in the face, holding her hand: "Little fox, I never want you, I just admit the wrong person, you always want you..."

"Is wrong with the person..." The blue-out fox is still murmured, and I don't know if it is awake or confused: "But... how can you admit it... He is my husband who has been with me for more than two hundred years. He often said that even if he peeled off My skin will recognize my bones, but I haven't changed, but he doesn't know me, and beat me - he doesn't want me..."

She seems to be in a nightmare and muttered to herself.

The dusty heart is like a knife, holding her: "He is a confidant! Little fox, can't help..."

"I didn't like to do that, but he likes to do it... I follow him. I know that he is a little unhappy because of this. I am also trying to overcome this psychological obstacle... I almost succeeded. But I have Baby, there is a baby that can't be done. This is not my deliberate refusal. He and I are sleeping in the room... He is cold to me because of this... I don't care about me, I am very sad..."

Dust slightly closed his eyes, dumb voice: "Little fox, I didn't have your anger, I didn't want to be cold to you, just... just afraid that I can't control myself and make you hate, so try to stay away from you. Lest you have anything wrong, I didn’t expect you to misunderstand..."

The blue-out fox still has his eyes closed, as if still in a nightmare: