The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 603 Feeling Crazy

Mo Junting walked away with a cold attitude.

Yan Zhixin looked at his back in a daze.

He seemed angry.

But it's obviously impossible for her to say such a thing!
Taking ten thousand steps back, is the medicine in her medicine really a truth word potion?

Thinking about it carefully, I think it shouldn't be.

Zhang Yihong didn't need to get any of her secrets, so why did he give her a truth word potion.

Originally, she felt that her memory was a bit fragmented, but with this question, her memory gradually became clearer.

She recalled every detail she could remember, carefully deducing what kind of medicine she was taking...but when she thought about it, her eyes widened in disbelief.

in the case of--

If she had known, she wouldn't have run so fast.

Now if you ask Ling Feng about the antidote, he will definitely tell Mo Junting.

She breathed a sigh of relief, took the water bottle she would drink in three hours and walked outside to the terrace, lazily nestled in the birdcage swing, thinking about life facing the blue sky and blue sea outside.

It was quiet all around.

She felt that she needed time to calm down and think about something.

But her body was too overdrawn, and her mental center had just calmed down. She didn't think about anything, she just lay in the swing and fell asleep.

Sleep until you wake up hungry.

She got up in a daze, her body was still sluggish, and she couldn't lift her spirits. She ate something casually and went back to sleep.

Sleeping at night, her body became inexplicably hot, and her whole body was indescribably weak and uncomfortable, as if she urgently needed something to cheer her up.

After finally falling asleep, Mo Junting's figure was in his entire consciousness during the half-dream and half-awake period.

Even dreaming is the same.

She thought it would be over if she endured it.

But the more I endured, the more uncomfortable I became.

She tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep, and wanted to get up to find Mo Junting, but felt that this was wrong.

Her expertise speaks to her.

This situation can only be endured by yourself.

Just get over it.

If you can't get over it, you will continue to cycle and repeat, and then sink deeper and deeper.

It's like an addict.

In the end, she resorted to the best way - handstand against the wall.

The blood all over his body flowed back to the top of his head, and he recited ancient poems with his eyes closed.

However, the ancient poems were short four lines and long eight lines, and no matter how long they were, she could not recite them for a few minutes. She memorized a few poems and reluctantly went to recite ancient prose.

Learn calligraphy, and there are many ancient literatures.

She recited the ancient prose that she had learned before and could still remember the content over and over again, until her hands on the ground were sore and weak, she sat on the ground to drink water and rest out of breath.

She thought that as long as she diverted her attention, everything would be fine.

As it turned out, she was too naive.

(End of this chapter)