The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 131 Worried About Me, Just Marry Me
One finger, two fingers, three fingers...

After breaking off the third finger, Lu Mingyao passed out from the pain.

Mo Junting's voice was also clearer than Yusha's: "Wash him awake."

The bodyguard fetched water and poured it on him.

Lu Mingyao opened his eyes, but before he recovered, he felt an unbearable pain in his fingers.

The finger bone broke again.

In an instant, his tears and urine poured out together.

Mo Junting was unmoved and let people continue to execute.

Passed out from the pain, and woke up again.

After repeating this, all ten of Lu Mingyao's fingers were useless.

Lu Mingyao has been completely useless in his life.

Mo Junting turned his face and glanced at Yan Zhixin.

Yan Zhixin bit her lips tightly, her face was a little pale, and there was an imperceptible trace of fear in her eyes.

She is afraid.

Mo Junting's heart was touched, and he slowly closed his eyes to cover up the terrible chill in his eyes.

He never concealed his true temperament in front of others, and he never cared what others would think... However, he didn't want her to see his bloody side.

Until now.

Her terrified face from ten years ago flashed before his eyes again. Mo Junting slowly opened his eyes, and pulled the girl into his arms with hands that did not bleed, and said with a gentle voice, "Go in."

Yan Zhixin didn't know how she got back to the room.

Mo Junting was bleeding, Lu Mingyao was begging, severed fingers, bloody sticks, all passing by before his eyes.

It seems that I have seen a similar scene somewhere before.

Where?
Where is where where?
Just can't remember.

It was as if someone was hammering her head with a hammer.

Auntie is clamoring for a burst of prehistoric power.

The shoulder that was hit by Lu Mingyao felt a dull pain.

So uncomfortable, so uncomfortable!

Suddenly, a deep and gentle voice sounded beside my ears: "Inkstone, help me pick out the thorns in my hand."

The familiar voice has a reassuring power.

It's ink.

The chaotic consciousness instantly became clear, and she raised her head to look at Mo Junting.

Yes, he was beaten and bled by Lu Mingyao.

He needs to be bandaged.

Yan Zhixin shook her head, shaking off her chaotic consciousness: "Wait, I'll go wash my face."

The cold water splashed on her face, Yan Zhixin patted the pale face of the person in the mirror, took a deep breath, walked out of the bathroom, took out the medicine box and walked in front of Mo Junting.

His hands are in perfect shape, and they are so well maintained that countless women can only envy and hate them.

But such a hand was injured because of her.

Yan Zhixin felt an inexplicable sourness in her heart, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Mo Junting looked down at her, caught the emotion in her sight, smiled slightly, like flowers blooming all over the sky, he was amazing: "Worry about me, marry me."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

"Who's worried about you?" She muttered, picked up the tweezers and silently picked out the thorn in his palm, roughly cleaned the blood on the wound, wrapped it up with gauze, and asked, "I'll call Ling Feng come over?"

Mo Junting did not object.

Yan Zhixin dialed Ling Feng's number and told him about Mo Junting's injury, then sat quietly beside Mo Junting and waited for him to come over.

In fact, as early as the moment Mo Junting was injured, Ling Feng received a notification from the bodyguard.

The reason why he didn't show up... was because Mo Junting didn't want him to show up.

While waiting for Ling Feng, Yan Zhixin asked, "Why did you come here?"

(End of this chapter)