Marriage on behalf of the weeping blood cold concubine

I saw that Duanmu Minya's wrist was swollen like that white and fat pig's trotter, and the originally thin wrist was at least twice as swollen.

God!This... this... That servant girl was so frightened that she couldn't even cry out, although her heart was screaming, screaming!

Not only was the maid panicked, afraid, worried, and heartbroken for Duanmu Minya, but she also admired Duanmu Minya's will and patience. The same expression was also shown on the faces of Butler Lin and the guard.

And Xuanyuan Qingtian clenched the hand holding the towel tightly, and grabbed the towel firmly in his hand, although the expression on his face didn't change much.

But the back of his hand with exposed veins, the air pressure that suddenly became cold, and the handsome face that seemed to be shrouded in ice for thousands of years, all truly showed his anger!

As for whether he was angry at himself for causing such harm?

Or angry at the jailer who was almost kicked to death by him?

He was still angry because he didn't treat her immediately, why did he send her to the cell for the sake of his face, knowing that her wrist might be injured!

Now he can't wait to strangle himself to death!

"I really want to strangle you!"

As if guessing what Xuanyuan Qingtian was thinking, Song Yichen opened his blue eyes slightly angrily, and said coldly.

He looked at Duanmu Minya's wrist, he had never felt the slightest bit of pity, and he was secretly twitching, feeling distressed!

He is feeling sorry for Duanmu Minya!What a strong woman this is!

He didn't need to guess, looking at the faces of Xuanyuan Qingtian and Lin Butler, he knew that Duanmu Minya didn't show any trace of pain in front of them, that's why they were surprised and heartbroken by her pig's trotter wrist !

His body was already stained with blood, and his forehead was bloody and hideous!The wrist has been swollen into a pig's trotter, needless to say, if the three items are complete, even one of them, that one person will be so unbearable that he will cry loudly.

Even a man can't help showing the pain.

But this Duanmu Minya didn't say a word, even in a coma now, she only frowned slightly, as if these pains interfered with her sleep, she frowned displeased!

What kind of will did she use to endure these pains?

Song Yichen carefully held Duanmu Minya's wrist, but with just a slight movement, Duanmu Minya shrank his hands back, as if trying to avoid being touched.