: 2012, I must see her, definitely

The smile on the face of the empty Tong Yulian suddenly freezes, and she looks at Xiao Yan around her.
Mingwuyan just wrinkled his eyebrows gently and did not speak.
However, the face of Xue Yihan was a cold, and the breath of his body almost caused the entire space to fall into an extremely cold environment.
Lange stayed awkward and said: "My older brother is unconscious and gibberish. Xiaoyan, can you help me?"
After saying this, her own voice is trembled.
If the older brother is awake at this moment, he will not say such a thing.
She really wants to wake him up now, and if he goes on nonsense, he can freeze him if he can't do it.
"Yeah." Mingwuyan responded, then licked the arm of Xue Yihan, and smashed him and squinted his eyes.
She is the clearest change in the smell of Xue Yihan.
Xue Yihan glanced at the small hand of the chaotic baby white as jade, and the lips slid over a smile.
This girl is making him not angry?
"I can't die for a while, send it to the Medicine Hall!" Xue Yihan said, then reached out to the chaos baby's waist and left with her.
Although Mingwuyan still wants to say something, but at this time it does not mean against Xue Yihan.
The savage king took a small face and left, and Lange suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
The pressure of the gas field around the king was too great.
It is really the rhythm of death when it is a rival to the savage king. She really hopes that her eldest brother will be awake and not to say anything amazing.
The empty Tong Yulian is shaking her head with a smile and she is looking forward to what it is!
Obviously said that she had already let go, but she still did not control her emotions when she saw that she was seriously injured.
Taking a few deep breaths, she immediately cooperated with the native Lange, ready to bring the ancestor back to the Medicine Hall.
Tian Fandi looked at the sang, and his mood was somewhat complicated. In some cases, the sang can be said with ambiguity, but if he can, he can never say it or export.
After sorting out his emotions, he quickly sent people to raise the sang, use the demon spirits, and quickly went to the Pharmacy Hall with the sage...
The light fog that first left also pulled Xue Yihan back to the medicine hall, and made a careful arrangement.
Xue Yi Han was called back along with the Vatican River, who was followed by Xiao Chu, who was mainly responsible for the injury of the sang.
Mingwuyan did not say anything about the arrangement of Xue Yihan. After all, if the sang sang whispered something, the position of Xue Yihan would be more embarrassing...
Fortunately, because of the use of light dan, the Fan River has been much easier to do other repairs and treatments.
However, every other time, the sang sang will scream the same sentence, the content remains the same: "Xiaoyan, I love you!"
Hearing this sentence, the Vatican is also slightly helpless. He feels that the ancestor is living in the present because of the belief in this sentence.
It can also be said that the sang is still alive and a miracle.
If it is not too strong, it is to be too strong and not too strong.
The Lange who stayed by the side really felt embarrassed, but the older brother did not really wake up, she was not convenient to say anything.
It was a lot of time, and it was a lot of calm.
She thought that the sang should be stimulated!
Or, he wants to tell Xiaoyan what he wants, so he will repeat it all the time.
After two days and one night, the ancestor woke up. When he found that the person standing by his side was actually the Vatican River of the Medicine Hall, he shouted excitedly: "I want to see Xiaoyan!"
The Fan River looked at him up and down. He was only a little weak, and his mind was sober, he nodded.
"I am going to call you her, what do you want to say, organize your own language, don't talk nonsense."
The sang's face was a little pale. He listened to the words of the Vatican, but he was somewhat confused.
What did you say when you were in a coma?
However, no matter what, he must see Xiaoyan.
Fan River looked at him and finally went to the Purple Medicine Park.
In the purple medicine garden, Mingwuyan was writing a scroll of God. When she saw the Vatican River, she raised her head. "Is he awake?"
The Vatican nodded. "Little sister, he wants to see you."
"Can he get out of bed? If you can, let him come over, I will finish this scroll." Ming Mist Yan said while continuing to write the scroll of the hand.
"Then I told him to come over." Fanhe thought, it should be possible to go to the sang!
After all, the Purple Medicine Garden is the best place to talk about the heavens in the entire Medicine Hall.
When Sang knows that Xiaoyan wants to see him in the purple medicine garden, he can't take care of his weakness and immediately goes out of bed. Although he almost fell, he still worked hard to stabilize his body shape, and he was quite particular about it. Take care of your hair and clothes.
Van Gogh saw the small move like the sang sang just blinked his eyes, and some sighs in his heart.
In fact, there is an infatuated good girl around the sang, how can he not see it!
Walking into the purple medicine garden, the sang suddenly grabbed the clothes on his chest with his hands, and it seemed that the heart had some discomfort.
The Van River stood by his side and looked at him with amazement. "What happened to you?"
Why does the heart of the sang sang suddenly jump so fast, this frequency is not a frequency that a man sees a woman, but a rhythm that is out of control.
The sang’s heavy gasping, the weak face of the original, the person who is about to die, will only recover the body that will once again be done.
"I must see her, sure!" said the sang.
However, every time he took a step, he felt that the weight of his body was repeated on him, and he could barely breathe.
Seeing that I had already reached the entrance of the Purple Medicine Garden, Izu Sang began to feel dizzy.
Suddenly, his eyes began to whiten and people began to lose power.
Just when the sang was afraid that he would never see Xiaoyan, the woman in his mind who appeared in the city was suddenly appearing in front of him...
At this moment, his heart will almost not beat.
After a long stay, he smiled, and this smile almost solidified on his face...
At this moment, the bright fog suddenly flew forward, quickly took a palm in the heart of the sang, and the fingers danced, and a seal ban was immediately printed on his heart.
"Brother, bring him in."
The words fall, Mingwuyan advanced the purple medicine garden.
The Vatican has not figured out what happened, but he immediately took the sang to the purple medicine garden and found a place for him to sit down.
"Have you been to the tomb?" Mingwu Yan looked at the eyes of the sang, and asked seriously.
Just now, the body of the sang was clearly smothered by God. This kind of shack was hidden by what mysterious force. She did not find it at first.
The ecstasy looked deeply at the little face who spoke to herself, and there was a sadness on his face...