Chapter 52

Lesu looks at the scene in front of her and knows that she is more and more innocent. Where have all the maids ever seen such a scene, including Lanzhi, they are all soft on their feet, kneeling on the ground, lowering their heads and not daring to look up at lesu's ferocious smiling face, but the blood on the ground is so eye-catching that they publicize lesu's achievements.

The ear resounded with lesu's arrogant and bloodthirsty Laughter: "ha ha ha, look at you, like a fool, ha ha ha. She is pregnant with a stillbirth, I have already reminded you, balikohu, but you have not paid attention to what I said. Stupid

Lesu smiles wildly. The girl's voice is as crisp as the sound of a silver bell, as pearls and jade fall from the plate. It is more and more abrupt in this strange room, like a demon sent from the depths of hell. And all this, in front of lesu, is like an interesting prank.

In the chaotic world, Qian Sangsang, who wakes up with lesu, is shocked to see what lesu has done and can't say a word. I knew that lesu was cruel, bloodthirsty and perverse.

But the scene in front of us was unexpected, including Qian Sangsang. Qian Sangsang didn't even have time to perceive the thoughts in lesu's mind, and didn't even have time to stop him.

"Hum..." Qian Sang Sang suddenly snorted, his face twisted, as if he had suffered a lot. The invisible lashes lashed Qian Sangsang's soul hard. Qian Sangsang wanted to speak for help, but he had no strength. He was bearing the lash as if he had a barbed cane. He was whipping himself with blood and flesh.

It's true that the pain in Qian Sangsang's soul can't be compared with any kind of skin and flesh pain. It's more painful than the pain of gouging out the bone. The pain that people can't live or die makes Qian Sangsang have nowhere to escape. Qian Sangsang was biting his teeth and wanted to endure.

One more time, one more time. Qian Sangsang told himself that in his previous life when he was in the orphanage, he had never suffered from any kind of pain. This time, he could make it through by biting his teeth.

No, no, no, this pain comes from the soul. It's a hundred times more painful than cramping and skin scraping. It's the pain of childbirth. There's no way to avoid it.

Qian Sangsang wanted to cry for help. He fell to the ground in pain and tossed slowly. However, the lashes from all sides made Qian Sangsang feel miserable. With the more and more severe punishment, Qian Sangsang gradually lost consciousness, and his breath gradually weakened. Before he fainted, the chaotic world came with a sentence: "pain."

Han Mo looks at Qian Sangsang who suddenly wakes up and suddenly faints. He is scared, but after a while, he doesn't see Qian Sangsang wake up. Han Mo is quite surprised, but then his face is plain. He looks at Qian Sangsang's crystal clear skin slowly blowing under the nourishment of Lingshui pool. "You and this pool fit really well."

Han Mo is also the first time to see someone enter the spirit pool to recover at this strange speed. He thought it would take some time, but he didn't expect that Qian Sangsang's Dehydrated body would recover so well in less than half a day.

Also, there are too many strange things that happen to Qian Sangsang. Han Mo also knows that if he wants to make it clear, he can only know when he meets Qian Sangsang and communicates with Qian Sangsang. Now it's worth taking good care of yourself. Qian Sangsang wakes up once. Han Mo thinks that the first time will be the next time. It seems that it's not short before Qian Sangsang wakes up.

It's time to ask Qian Sangsang clearly. Thinking about it, Han Mo flies out of the pool with Qian Sangsang's body in his arms. The breeze blows, and a string of water drops leave with their flying body, sprinkling to the sparkling pool surface, like a dream.

Afraid of Qian Sangsang's cold, at the moment of landing, Han Mo has used aura to dry their clothes. When landing, Qian Sangsang's exquisite figure has been hidden in the dry and warm inner clothes, but it still attracts people's attention.

Han Mo pick eyebrow noncommittal, face unchanged for Qian Sangsang put on the coat, just between the red secretly revealed Han Mo some shy heart. After waiting for two people to dress neatly, Han Mo takes Qian Sangsang back to the residence.

It has to be said that Han Mo's taste in dress is really rare. A light yellow gauze is wrapped gently outside the milky white gauze skirt. Even if Qian Sangsang's short hair is not abrupt, it sets off Qian Sangsang's quiet sleeping face and makes him feel more and more warm, just like Qian Sangsang.

Just put Qian Sangsang in front of the couch, Han Mo wants to turn around and wait for Qian Sangsang to wake up slowly, but before turning around, he catches a glimpse of Qian Sangsang's twisted face. Han Mo looks away and sees Qian Sangsang's eyebrows frowning as if he is suffering from great pain.

"Well." Qian Sangsang snores. Han Mo looks up in a hurry. Qian Sangsang's face is pale, as if he had been tortured by some kind of capital punishment, and his body also begins to appear a series of whiplash marks.

Looking at the ferocious whiplash marks on Qian Sangsang's summer gauze skirt, Han Mo is shocked. He opens Qian Sangsang's thin gauze sleeve, but sees a series of whiplash marks on Qian Sangsang's body, like a snake, stretching on Qian Sangsang's body, with heavy scars and blood stasis.

Han Mo didn't have time to study. He flurried his rich aura through his palm to Qian Sangsang's whiplash mark. In a moment, his gentle aura turned Qian Sangsang's ferocious whiplash mark. Han Mo could only caress Qian Sangsang's whiplash mark. With the wound on the body slowly cured, Han Mo's face does not show, but the ear tip slowly has a shallow pink.

When all the wounds are healed, Han Mo has brushed Qian Sangsang's body all the time. What should not be touched, Han Mo has done everything. Even though Han Mo's heart is pure like a saint, he has no idea that he can touch the body of the opposite sex for the first time, which makes Han Mo still pink.When Han Mo is in a complex mood to cure Qian Sangsang's wounds, he still stares at Qian Sangsang's body with lingering fear. There is a thick aura in his palm. Han Mo holds his breath and waits for the next wound to appear. Han Mo doesn't ignore Qian Sangsang's low voice: "pain."

Wait for a while, don't see the wound continue to appear, Han Mo just slowly will palm in accumulate rich aura back. Looking at Qian Sangsang's sweating cheek, Han Mo quietly gets up, takes a basin of warm water, moistens the towel, and gently wipes off Qian Sangsang's forehead.

Gentle action and Han Mo usually show indifference is quite different, but inexplicably just pour benefits, as if this gentle and careful is what Han Mo should have.

With the careful care of Han Mo, Qian Sangsang only feels that there is a pair of gentle hands in the divine sense to comfort his wound, which makes Qian Sangsang's really numb but painful wound heal slowly. In a coma, Qian Sangsang's frown slowly stretched out and his face slowly improved.

Looking at Qian Sangsang's face slowly getting better, Han Mo keeps asking more and more questions: as time goes on, more and more strange things appear on Qian Sangsang, which makes Han Mo more and more curious and confused.