Vol 3 Chapter 772: Winter

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Zhu Xi looked at the back of Xing Ying's mad rush, and the beautiful face was full of sorrow, and sighed: "This thing also blames me, I have long found that his food is not normal, why I didn't care much about him!"
Xia Yuanqiu meditates, and the brain keeps on studying the treatment plan. If it is done in modern times, a surgery can solve the problem. Here, there are too many things missing. This surgery can’t be done at all. The acupoint acupuncture in the nine-yang acupuncture method can effectively inhibit the spread of cancer cells, but it can not eliminate the cancer cells already existing in the body, and the inhibition of acupuncture is only temporary, and it is impossible to live by acupuncture. After a long time, this technique will also fail, and it will be useless.
Therefore, she must find a treatment plan that can completely eradicate this disease without surgery.
When Xing Ying returned to Baili, it was already seven minutes of drunkenness. Although he was seven minutes old, his brain consciousness was still sober, and his brain was full of pictures that he was about to die. He was not afraid of death, and he was afraid that the living person would be sad.
A light and delicate figure fluttered, the light and familiar fragrance came from the nose. He didn't have to blink to know who he was. He didn't know how to face him at this time. He could only sleep.
Xing Fang reached out and patted his cheek and muttered: "How much wine is it, how is it still asleep in the garden? Get up, hurry up." She pulled and sat down under the tree. Xing Ying.
Xing Ying first did not move, suddenly reached out and dragged her into her arms, tightly, want to remember the temperature of her body, really do not want to let go, I really want to keep holding her all the time, never let go.
Xing Fang first struggled twice, seeing that he used his strength, how could he not struggle, and he gave up, let him hold her tightly, she leaned on his chest and listened to his heart leaping. sound.
"How does the heart beat so fast?" She is puzzled. He is not drunk, is he not awake? It stands to reason that the heartbeat should not jump so fast.
Xing Fang just wanted to ask if he was sleeping, but Xing Ying sang his mouth with alcohol and said: "Winter, is winter you? I really miss you, is it really you?"
Xing Fang is a stiff body, and his eyes are incredibly scared and angry.
Xing Ying, did he actually regard her as another woman?
She struggled out of his arms, reached out and smacked him in a slap in the face, angered: "You bastard!"
Xing Ying was slap in the face by her, but still did not wake up, but the unconscious swearing of the name of the winter child.
Xing Fang was so angry that he was red, but he couldn’t help the guy who was drunk and unconscious. He could only lick his feet and turned away.
Shortly after Xing Fang’s departure, Xing Ying finally opened his eyes slowly. He was obsessed with the back of Xing Fang’s departure and sniffed the warm fragrance of the palm. His current body, I don’t know how long it will last, he is not worthy. And she can no longer tie her to her side.
He would rather die alone and not want her to be heartbroken for him.
The moon is lonely, the stars are thin, and how many people sleepless nights.
A house in the inner courtyard of the Baili House, although it is half of the night, the room still has a shadow of light, and under the window shadow, one person sits alone, and thousands of cups continue.
"You, don't drink any more, this wine is good, it is always hurt to drink too much."
"The wound is good, hurt, and she will come to see me, she will come to me."
"Don't you, why are you? This is a world of thousands, thousands of women, why should you cling to her?" (Chongqing Book Factory)