Chapter 1307

Royal Hospital.

Prince Mycenae had woken up, and the outside of his ward had been closely monitored, and the doctors and nurses who came in had been strictly checked.

At the moment, he leaned on the bed, his black hair turned white overnight, and he seemed to be ten years old in an instant.

His face turned yellow and he had no spirit. He looked like an old man in twilight. There was no threat to cut off the corners.

The doctor checked Prince Mycenae's pulse. The nurse dropped the nutrient and left the ward.

At this time, a heavy and powerful sound of footsteps kept approaching. Seeing the strong man coming in, the doctor and nurse respectfully retreated to one side.

Nangong zhenglie moves towards the hospital bed and slows down.

Cold and heartless look, sharp eyes straight at the man in front of us.

When Nangong zhenglie appeared at that moment, the man who was leaning on the hospital bed was naturally able to see him at a glance.

Turbid eyes look up at each other, heavy breathing sound seems so powerless, but not willing to.

Suddenly, I saw Nangong standing on one side, looking down at the old and powerless man in front of me. He looked like a king and looked like a mole ant. His tall figure made people feel the pressure of strength.

Prince Mycenae was three years younger than Nangong zhenglie, but he looked more like a father and son. Nangong zhenglie didn't want to say anything. Suddenly, he heard Prince Mycenae sneer sarcastically and said in a voice: "zhenglie, you should be very happy to see me now! You are still so elegant and noble. I really envy you

Envy, God is really unfair

Said, still don't want to South Temple is strong the meaning of bow, the fundus is unwilling, is hate, is angry.

Nangong is looking at the dying man on the bed.

After a while, he said in a deep voice, "what do you think Tross can do for you in the end?"

Words fall, lean on the man's eyes on the bed suddenly a tight, tight frown, panic.

"What did you say?" Gnashing his teeth, he asked angrily.

“……”

"He's like you now, but he's dying!"

Listening to Nangong zhenglie's words, Prince Mycenae held the sheet tightly in one hand and sat up straight.

The scarlet and terrible eyes stare at Nangong. When he is fierce, he is extremely resentful and unwilling. His heavy breathing voice becomes dignified.

"Nangong zhenglie!" Gritting his teeth, he called his name, and his palms kept clenched, his veins exposed.

And Nangong zhenglie's calm and dignified look at the man who is going to go crazy in front of him. His look is still cold and heartless, and there is no pity at the bottom of his eyes.

"It's you who take everything away from me. You're not qualified to speak up to me here, you wretch." Clench teeth of low drinking way, gasping breath dignified and weak.

Nangong zhenglie looked at him, as high as an emperor, just like looking at a clown again.

Suddenly, Prince Mycenae snorted, "I'm not happy. Nangong zhenglie, I won't make you happy for the rest of your life. Don't think you will win now. I will make you pay for everything you do!"

Old voice seems to have exhausted all the strength, said, the breath is not stable, a hand to cover the chest, severe cough a few.

Nangong zhenglie's cold eyes, still unmoved, look at Prince Mycenae. Seeing this, the doctor goes up to protect Prince Mycenae and asks the nurse to take the emergency medicine.

After taking the medicine, the man on the bed gradually eased a lot.

Then the nurse carefully let him lean on the bed, generally this kind of situation can't let stimulate him, but the people in front of them are very clear, also dare not say anything.

The doctor could only say cautiously and mildly: "master Nangong, Duke Mycenae's condition is not stable now, so he still needs more rest."

Said, only heard the south palace is strong Ling lie low voice, "out!"

Doctors and nurses did not dare to say anything more, only respectfully out of the ward.

Standing in the same place, tightening his eyes, looking at the man gasping on the back of the bed, his face full of wrinkles was tired and weak.

For a long time, Nangong was walking towards the bedside cabinet. Suddenly, he stopped, slowly raised his hand, put his big palm on the ECG instrument, and his eyes fell on the ECG instrument. His eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice: "go ahead! What's your last trump card? "

After a few seconds, the man leaning on the bed raised his tired eyes and looked at the dignified and terrible man.

Then he took back his eyes and sneered, "zhenglie, you can investigate by yourself, but I don't have the strength to tell you what now?"

As soon as he spoke, he heard a deep and powerful voice and said, "Issa!"

Said, leaning on the back of the bed, the man suddenly opened his eyes, looking at Nangong zhenglie, strong unwilling color, pale and powerless eye color seems to be swallowed by the last despair, unable to turn over.

Shaking hands, hands constantly clenching, tightening eyes looking at the man standing high in front of us.

"It turns out that you know very well. As expected, nothing can escape your eyes."

“……”

"Since you are so clear, as expected, a cold-blooded and merciless person, even if her own woman can be indifferent to other men, zhenglie, it seems that I really underestimated your cold-blooded."

Say, sarcastic sneer, but don't know he is sarcastic smile himself or in front of this man.

At the moment, the man standing on one side, staring at the man in front of him with a wild smile, his cold and heartless eyes suddenly turned angry, scarlet and terrible, and his hands clenched.

The Duke of Mycenae continued to say, "it's a pity that I thought that I could make the lady live a happy life. I didn't expect that she would suffer with me. What a pity! I'm really sorry, ma'am

Say, the old tone frivolous have no the slightest anger, lift Mou to looking at South Temple is strong, seem to be more in flaunting what.

He raised his voice, sighed and laughed, and looked up at the ceiling“ No matter what I do, I still can't fight you, but it doesn't matter now. At least I can be with my wife in my last time. I'm not sorry to have my wife with me for so many years. I'm not afraid of life and death. Nangong zhenglie, you've completely won now. I'm not afraid

If you have any complaints, it's up to you to kill or cut. " Pick a voice of say, the tone listens to be more like is provoking the South Temple is strong, old and weak eyes looking at him, fearless.