Chapter 451: Don't think about anything

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"Grandpa, what are you doing?" His voice was cold.
Father Rong roared with rage: "Rong Yan, if I were your grandfather, let me go!"
"With me there, no one wants to be peaceful!" Rong Yan looked awkward, his words slamming.
"You—!" Mr. Rong couldn't breathe, and stumbled backwards.
Zhang Guanjia held him anxiously, patting his chest steadily and comforting him.
Rong Yan's brow furrowed, and her coral-red thin lips squeezed into a line, without any hint of concession.
At this end, Luo Anning, who was protected by Rong Yan behind him, burst into angry cold light, and looked at Mo Xiyan's pale and twisted face because of pain, and laughed coldly.
"Mo Xiyan, do you feel pain? Do you know, there are 7 bullets in Qing Ge's body, and nine lives, you say, how can I get back from you bit by bit?"
As her last word fell, the sharp tip of the knife stabs sharply, flipping left and right, and picking hard!
"Don't--!" Mo Xiyan's eyes were cracked, and the shrill scream almost broke the ceiling.
The pain spread from her right arm to her limbs, and she rolled her eyes and fainted.
Seeing that she was about to fall backwards, Grandpa Rong took a deep breath and hurriedly shouted, "Hurry and help me! Help her!"
The man in black quickly rushed over, and just before Mo Xiyan's body was about to touch the ground, he grabbed her arm and pulled her up, and she lay down on the sofa.
"Bang--" The blood-stained fruit knife fell on the carpet, making a dull sound.
"Hahaha..." She looked at Mo Xiyan's bloody, right arm, and she laughed wildly.
Seeing her walking on the edge of runaway, Rongyan's heart could not help but tightened a bit, he stretched out his arms to hug her, his forehead pressed against her, the tip of her nose gently rubbed the tip of her little nose, the magnetic voice was deliberately placed Rou, with temptation, with comforting Wenrun, said again and again: "Tranquil, good, don't think about anything..."
Touching the coldness of her hands, Rongyan secretly lowered her curse, holding her chin and gently kissing her feathers on her brow and eyebrows...
"Ning, let's go home, eh?"
Luo Anning stiffened and leaned back in his arms, as if he hadn't recovered from the revenge.
Rong Yan was not in a hurry, hugged her tightly, and put her thin body into her arms, leaving no gaps.
Mo Xiyan fainted, and the family doctor has hurriedly rushed to stop her bleeding. Faced with the worried look of Rong Rong, he shook his head helplessly: "Lord, Miss Mo, this arm was not saved."
The tendons were all picked up into sections, and it would be more difficult to continue if you want to continue.
"What about her body? Isn't her body a big deal?" Mr. Rong didn't care about her right arm, but about the child in her stomach!
The family doctor knew that Mo Xiyan was pregnant, but was ordered by the old man not to leak out, so he understood his concerns. After checking Mo Xiyan, he said, "Master, don’t worry, Miss Mo, besides being scared, her body It’s not a big deal."
After listening, Grandpa Rong fell on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief. It was fine if his great-grandson was fine!
Luo Anning eased over the god, looked at Mo Xiyan, and thought of the shallow song of becoming a vegetative man, his anger suddenly rose.