Chapter 72: Ouyang House

Tunxi heard a stunned voice, and he whispered for a long while: "You took me to Ouyang, is it for me to cure Ouyang Haoxuan's illness?"
"How? You are not sure?" Nangong looked like a smile. "If you can't cure Ouyang Haoxuan's illness, we will go home early, and then I will..." will always find other Yuanyang fruit for you. .
However, the voice of Nangong Temple has not fallen, but Tunxi has raised its eyebrows. The beautiful face is full of self-confidence and pride: "Who are you talking about who is not sure? I will cure it if I am broken?"
The girl dressed up by the teenager said something arrogant, the beautiful phoenix phoenix, and the silvery purple luster.
The dazzling eyes are like a whirlpool, and the heart of Nangong Temple is firmly attracted.
He made a ghost to reach out and gently buckled the wrist of Tunxi. He softly asked, "Is it medicinal that I sent you yesterday?"
Said, he will pick up the sleeves of Tunxi.
Who knows that he did not ask for this, but asked him to think of the grievances and unpleasant experiences of last night. He couldn’t help but get cold and quickly and hard to get his hands back.
"It doesn't bother you. The small injury in the district is nothing to me."
That's right, whether it's the past life of Tunxi or Nalan Tunxi in this life, this kind of flesh wound has long been used, it is nothing. She has always been on her own, and now does not need the care of others.
Nangong’s eyes were dark and wanted to attack. She could look at her stubborn side face, but she sighed again and passed the voice into the secret road:
Remember, don’t reveal the identity of your Nalan Tunxi, Ouyang’s family. Nowadays, people at Nalan’s family hate it. If you know your identity, whether you can get Yuanyang fruit is unknown.

Quxi's brow wrinkled, and he was asking what the two grievances were. Nangong 已经 had already said softly: "It is here."
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Ouyang House.
Ouyang Haoxuan's room, when the doors and windows are closed, the whole room is filled with a strong bitter taste, as well as the smell of mold that makes people want to vomit.
The room was full of candlelights, and there were several night jewels worth the price of the city, but because of the lack of sunlight, the room was still dark and with a suffocating sense of depression.
Mrs. Ouyang is now sitting on the low bed next to the bed, her hair is messy, her eyes are red and swollen, and there is still unsweetened juice on her body.
She looked at the son who had been tortured in the bed and was not crying. She cried sadly and prayed: "Hao Xuan, mother wants you, is it good to take medicine? If you don't have these medicines, you will soon be exhausted by the internal organs. dead."
Ouyang Haoxuan on the bed was full of gray, the beard pulled the slag, and the eye sockets were deeply trapped. The whole person was full of decadent and dying.
He heard that he laughed happily, his voice was hoarse and rough, and he could not tell the desperation: "Mom, I also beg you, let me die, good? This is a life without dignity, and even the strength of suicide is not. What do you mean by living? It’s better to kill me than to kill me, so that I can die!

Mrs. Ouyang was more sad when she heard the cry. She rushed to the bed and grabbed her son’s hand and muttered:
Xuan Er, your father has gone to the doctors’ association to find the best way in the world. There are always people in this world. Can cure you. You must not give up on yourself now."
"Mother, you don't want to deceive yourself any more!" Ouyang Haoxuan made a creaking sound in his throat, like a low cough that dying the old man. "Lian Nalan Zhengze has seen it, the doctor is not good, and the doctor is not good at all... I have been doomed in my life. Mother, let me die, okay?"