Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Before leaving, what seemed to come to mind, Mu Ziling waved his sleeves and ran away the unfilled jug on the table.

Looking at the three Mu Zilings who were drifting away, Ouyang Feiyu slowly raised the corners of her lips, smiling with a soft smile, and apricot-shaped eyes twinkled with bright stars.

He murmured at half a moment, "Little fox, it's getting more and more interesting."

It wasn't until the three disappeared that Ouyang Feiyu looked back.

Afterwards, he reluctantly turned to Ouyang Wanrou, who was so drunk that he had fallen asleep like a dead pig. He sighed and lifted the dead pig directly.

Yu Wenhao also embraced Yue Linglong, leaving with their winnings.

Everyone was gone. On the original lively auction floor, there was a dead silence in the blink of an eye, but four black painters could be heard from time to time.

The maid in the room stretched her hands into her sleeves. When she stretched out, four blood-colored pills were sandwiched between her fingers, and she was accurately cast into the mouths of four people who had spit out of the deep pit.

"You should be fortunate that our son does not like to kill and is extremely annoyed by blood. The next auction hopes that you will do it yourself."

After leaving this sentence, the maid left without leaving a trace.

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On the way back, Mu Ziling, like a drunkard, drank the fine wine in the pot along the way, admiring the beauty of the sunset along the road, contented and comfortable.

It seems like a good mood and a better life.

However, the more happy Mu Ziling was, the more Xiao Longze and Qing Ling could feel that their sister-in-law was in a bad mood.

Therefore, the two of them kept their mouths closed with eyes closed, eyes, noses, and hearts watching each other and followed Mu Ziling quietly.

It seems that some of them are not used to the quietness of the two. Already, Mu Ziling, who is three-point drunk, has taken a drink, and can't help but ask, "What happened to the two of you? Why don't you talk?"

"We are okay." Long Xiaoze shook his head, and asked with a worried look: "It's just the three sorrows. You and the three ..."

But he hadn't asked what he said, and Qing Ling on the side quickly coughed and interrupted him: "Xiao Lingzi, is this wine so delicious? I just vomited dry and gave me a bite . "

She didn't want to grab a drink with Xiao Lingzi, but she was hurt by drinking. Xiao Lingzi was in a bad mood now, and so silently suffocated the wine. She was really worried that she would get drunk.

Between shifting topics, Qing Ling kept blinking at Long Xiaoze in the future, winking, letting him not to mention which pot.

What's wrong with me? Long Xiaoze scratched his head, a little confused, and he followed Qing Ling's eyes blinking silently, winking.

Mu Ziling casually threw the jug in his hand to Qing Ling, and it was a little funny: "Please don't frown beside your two boxes, and panic, just say what you want, but I like watching you two fight It's flirting. "

"Xiao Lingzi, what are you talking about?" Qing Ling stared angrily, with a look of anger: "We are not comfortable with each other, are we fighting each other?"

"Little sister, what do you say?" Long Xiaoze touched his chin, and said in a serious evaluation: "You don't know my brother, I think you are very pleasing to the eye, it's you ... a bit fierce, like a tigress, It's scary to be fierce. "

"Speaking of a tigress? Is it tickling again?" Qing Ling took a sip of anger and sprayed directly on Long Xiaoze.

"Yes, yes, this is the tigress." Long Xiaoze ran fast: "I ca n’t fight, I ca n’t come, come, come ..."

While running, don't forget to hook your fingers, teasing the Qingling of the Universe erupting behind.

Qingling raised the jug and caught up with it: "Long Xiaoze, stop me, don't run!"

Looking at the two happy enemies in front of each other, Mu Ziling's dreary mood that was originally trying to borrow alcohol to relieve his sorrow was inexplicably better.

Turning around and seeing Mu Ziling still slowly swallowing away, Qing Ling beckoned and urged: "Little spirit child, come here quickly, come and help me to teach this less-flat ..."

On the way back, there was an active atmosphere of two happy enemies, and the dark clouds in Mu Ziling's heart were scattered, and his steps briskly.

Noisy all the way, and soon they returned to Liuheyuan.

Mu Ziling stood in front of the closed room door, suddenly there were heavy weight in his footsteps, and he stood still without stepping forward.

A flushed face with a sip of a little wine was as quiet as water, and her beautiful eyes were clear, but no one could see what was in those clear eyes.

Qing Ling, who was trying to push her door in, saw that she was standing still, and asked, "Little spirit child, won't you go in?"

Long Xiaoze also looked over strangely.

Mu Ziling blinked for a moment, and then looked back, she tickled her lips: "Go in, all tired for a day, you go in and have a good rest."

"Oh." Qing Ling nana answered, but didn't mean to go in.

It seemed to know that this silly girl was waiting for her to go in, and Mu Ziling smiled helplessly: "Please continue here, I will go in."

With that said, she had stepped open and entered the room with a hundred doors.

After seeing Mu Ziling going in, Long Xiaoze seemed a little uneasy: "Little sister, how do I think our sister-in-law seems to have something to worry about?"

"What's going on? Women's minds don't guess!" Qing Ling rolled her eyes, stretched her waist, and said, "Aunt Grandma, I'm tired. Today you sleep on the floor, I'm in bed, that's it."

"What's the deal?" Long Xiaoze said for a moment, and after he reacted, he refused: "Little sister, say that you should sleep on a single day, I will sleep on a double day. Today is a double day. "

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Mu Ziling passed through hundreds of doors and entered the room. He first glanced at the large room, and then went straight behind the screen.

It is clear that the room is still the same as before, without any change at all, but at this moment, the room looks at Mu Ziling, and the whole heart instantly falls to the bottom.

The room was quiet at the moment, so quiet that even a needle could fall.

Even the flowing water and milk baths that stopped flowing on weekdays stopped flowing. The white pool surface was like a flat mirror, without waves.

Mu Ziling tickled the corners of his lips, and a lonely wry smile filled his eyes.

Sure enough, I can't expect anything, not even a little bit.

Obviously tired, obviously want to fall down and fall asleep, do not want to care nothing, but this quiet and terrible environment makes Mu Ziling can't calm down.

She raised her eyes and looked out the window.

The sky outside had long been darkened, the window was bleak, starless and moonless, lonely and depressed, just like her mood at the moment.

The room was large and the air was very good. There was a faint smell of milk, but Mu Ziling was out of breath at this moment.

Don't want to stay here for a moment.

Mu Ziling turned and stepped out of the screen, she wanted to go out.

But who knows, at the moment she stepped out of the screen, I don't know when a long and expensive figure was standing by the milk bath.

The tall, long figure now looked like a cheetah on the African savannah, her eyes burning, and her eyes locked on her instantly.

Mu Ziling walked for a while, but then looked like a stranger, glanced at it lightly, sneered at the corner of his mouth, and walked directly towards the door.

However, without waiting for Mu Ziling to take a step forward, suddenly a stream of light coiled around her body, with a strong adsorption force, instantly sucked her entire body into the arms of the person who stared at her hotly.

Her arms were warm, but she couldn't warm her heart.

Mu Ziling was struggling fiercely, and all his limbs were used.

But no matter how she pushed with her hands and how to use her fetters, the man always stood still, holding her tightly in her arms and letting her struggle.

Struggling to no avail!

Mu Ziling's eyes had been soaked with tears for so long, and she looked up angrily, "Isn't you gone, praying to His Royal Highness wherever you want to go, do whatever you want, and come back now?" Go, go! "

During the conversation, she still did not give up any trace of being able to escape from the arms that could not warm her heart, exhausted all her strength, and fought against her with her teeth.

Fearing that her strenuous struggle would hurt her thin arm and calf, Long Xiaoyu held her arm slightly, making her whole body immobile.

Long Xiaoyu lowered her eyes, looked deeply at the little hedgehog-like woman in her arms, saw her red and wet eyes, and her heart hurt.

"Do you really want me to go?" He raised his hand to wipe away the tears in the corners of her eyes.

Where could Mu Ziling, who was angry, take into account the flickering emotions in Long Xiaoyu's eyes, she stared angrily, not thinking about it, and resolutely answered: "Yeah, I hate you, you go, let me go."

For a time, Long Xiaoyu stared at Mu Ziling's eyes, terribly dreadful, and the thin thin lips curled into a straight line, seeming to endure something.

The air around it seemed to carry a cold and deep cold temperature, and it was depressing, and the factors in the air seemed to stop flowing completely.

The next second, Long Xiaoyu let go of the little woman in her arms who did not stop fighting for a moment and seemed to have no attachment.

After struggling for so long, he was suddenly let go, Mu Ziling was a little slow.

When she eased over, Nobu wanted to leave, but Long Xiaoyu, who was standing next to her, had already taken a step in front of her, taking a big step towards the door.

Seeing this, Mu Ziling's chest froze.

Are you leaving again? Are you leaving her again?

Ah! Love to go, love where to go, off her fart! .

Mu Ziling sighed coldly, and his lungs almost jumped out.

But no matter how angry she stood, the back still walked resolutely and decisively.

"Asshole!" Mu Zi angrily clenched her fists, raised her feet to kick something to relieve her anger.

But besides the flat carpet, there was a bath tub behind her, and there was nothing else to make her sting.

Mu Ziling stomped his feet fiercely, and didn't even want to take off his shoes, without hesitation, he smashed at Long Xiaoyu's decisive back, shouting angrily: "Wang bastard! Big bastard! Come on, never come back. "