Help!Crazy criticizing the tyrant, he spoils me every day

Chapter 137
She supported the grass with only one hand, and then sat up, the man who was lying on her side slipped, and buried her face in front of her body, even though the armor was separated, this situation still made her face suddenly blush.

Damn man!
She cursed under her breath, and raised a hand just to slap him.

"Tianxue!" A call slipped from his lips, wrapping her heart softly like a silk thread.

The falling hand jerked aside, brushed past his handsome face, and landed on his shoulder with a slap.

"It hurts!" He moaned in pain, his brow furrowed.

"Bastard, you..." She was about to yell, but she couldn't help but silence because she caught a glimpse of his eyes closed and his breathing was short.

He was still in a coma, he was just calling her subconsciously.

Thinking about the scene when he broke into the room to find her last month, coupled with his calling so naturally now, it was as if the two had known each other for a long time.

However, she really couldn't remember any intersection between the two of them.

What do they have to do with each other?

This guy who keeps rebelling against Brother Wang is the enemy.

Just this connection, he deserves to die.

Tianxue held onto the man's shoulders and pushed him away from her body forcefully. The strong and strong man fell heavily to the grass next to her like a stone.

Falling down from mid-air, he frowned in pain and groaned in pain.

Tianxue hurriedly got up from the ground, and brushed off the armor in front of her in disgust.

"Hey, stop pretending to me, get up!" She kicked the cloak off his body with her feet, ordering angrily.

Men ignore her.

"You get up and fight with me right away. I'll give you a chance to fight, so you won't have to say that I bullied you and took advantage of you."

The man lay motionless in the grass, not hearing her at all.

His brows were still tightly wrinkled, his heart heaved, and his lips were slightly parted to breathe.

His breathing was heavy, and it took a while for his heart to bulge before falling down, as if every breath was difficult.

"Hello?" He didn't look right, Tianxue was confused, she touched one of his shoulders with the tip of her right foot, trying to shake him awake.

He did not respond.

Isn't the wound on the back of his head healed?I didn't see any other injuries on his body, why did he wake up and fainted again?
Thinking of the scene of him desperately protecting her in the mud wave, could it be that he was injured internally by the mud wave?

Tianxue guessed.

She looked down at the man with a painful face, clenched her teeth, and finally squatted down.

She pressed her right palm to his chest to diagnose whether he suffered internal injuries.

Immediately, he felt a scorching heat on the palm that had just been attached, and his skin seemed to be burning with a small layer of flame.

He has no internal injuries, and he has consumed most of his strength in the fight against the mud waves. Now he is not much better than ordinary people.

She moved her right hand up and landed on his totem tattooed forehead, hot.

He has a high fever.

Tianxue stood up again, she sat back under the tree, looked up at the sky above her head that she couldn't fly out of, let out a long breath, leaned her head against the tree, and closed her eyes.

After the man's high fever subsides and wakes up, she will think of a way out after killing him.

She wanted to sleep a little longer to recharge her batteries.

Not far away, the man groaned in pain one wave after another, as if he was struggling at the gate of life and death, Tianxue was upset when he heard it.

She opened her eyes suddenly: the brows of the man tortured by the high fever were knotted, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He fell into a long and terrifying nightmare, curled up in a ball, and shivered.

(End of this chapter)