Chapter 111: regret

Song Wu worry is very surprised, is she not on the battlefield? How did you suddenly return to the cold palace?

"The emperor is driving!"

"Queen Empress is driving!"

Suddenly, the voice of Gao Gonggong came from outside.

Song Wu worry, Dong Xuan?

I haven't waited for Song to worry about God, the dilapidated door, and I was pushed away.

Two gorgeous figures appeared suddenly.

The oriental Xuan Yi attacked the dragon-shaped yellow robes and wore the black phoenix boots.

The rough eyebrows are like swords, like eagle owls.

The fierce Danfeng eye exudes the spirit of the king, the domineering side leakage, the cold is extremely.

The one who came with him was the queen.

The emperor took a noble black robes and was graceful.

"east……"

Song Wuyou just said a word, the empress suddenly came forward, slap her and sternly said: "Bold! The name of the emperor, can you also call it directly?"

A slap down, Song's worry-free face, burning pain.

She squinted, her eyes glanced at the Queen coldly, and then looked at the Oriental Xuan: "Why? Why do you want to do this to me?"

She suppressed the hysterical bark and stared at the Oriental Xuan: "What am I doing wrong? You want to marry me the Nine, give me a day?"

Oriental Xuan looked at her coldly. "You didn't make a mistake."

"Nothing wrong, why should you do this to me?"

"You are dead, more valuable than living." The man's thin lips whispered, spit out cold and ruthless words.

The Queen looked at her with high anger, with a sneer in her mouth.

"..." Song heard no worries, his heart was like a knife, two lines of tears, and kept flowing.

Is she more valuable than living?

All are dead, what is the value to talk about?

Song is not worried about water, he does not love her.

He now sits in the harem of the 3,000, and forgets how she has been with him for the past eight years.

She turned and stopped looking at them and burst into tears.

Oriental Xuan looked coldly at her thin back, the hand in the dragon sleeve, clenched into a fist...

......

"It hurts?" Gu Yu saw Song Wushao's eyes shed tears, licked his eyebrows, and some felt distressed.

He used his fingertips to gently wipe the tears of Song’s eyes, the dark phoenix, and became very deep.

He looked at her, like a star, with softness and pity inside.

When you throw it from the horseback and pick up the sculpture, how can it not hurt?

Fortunately, there is no fracture, no need for surgery, otherwise it will be more painful.

Dry the tears in the corners of the eyes, and then flow again, Gu Yu did not know how much pain.

He thought of her last car accident, even the children were gone, the injury was more serious, did she cry in a coma?

He now has some regrets and regrets that when she is injured, she will not come to her.

......

"Snapped!"

The bedside lamp in the bedroom suddenly and brightly.

Shemu slammed on the bed and sat up.

His breathing was a little anxious and he gasped gently.

The peach eye has always been warm, and it is difficult to calm the light inside.

He did that dream again.

This kind of dream, often done.

In the past, he didn't feel anything. He thought that he saw more fantasy novels.

But when he heard the words that Song had said before he was in a coma, he did not think that this was a normal dream.

The heart of the animal husbandry, at this time rolling the mood like a stormy wave.

His eyes have become incomparably deep, like a thousand-year-old ancient pool, and have no bottom.

Maku looked at the window, oh, it’s already dawning?

He got out of bed, walked out of the bedroom with bare feet, and was ready to go downstairs to make breakfast.

"Big sister, are we going to the hospital today to see the monk?" Before I entered the kitchen, I heard the voice of Song Xiaomei.