Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 162 The Tyrant King Convulsions (1)

It's fine...

She still has a lot of debts to settle with him.If he just hangs up like this, who will she settle the bill with?
Murong Li took in all the expressions on her face, and then swept across the wounded on the ground.

It was found that some of the wounded were injured in a very special position, almost reaching the root of the thigh, and the eyes suddenly froze.

"Come up!"

Murong Li suddenly raised his eyes, and stretched out his hand towards Shen Jingshu, Shen Ning's eyes showed that he could not refuse.

Shen Jingshu's eyebrows twitched, but in the next moment, she subconsciously took a step back, staring at Murong Li's phoenix eyes full of vigilance.

"what?"

Why did he suddenly change his face again?

Where did she provoke him?

Murong Li narrowed his eyes, and without a word, he rode forward, flicked the whip in his hand, and rolled the Shen Jing scroll, which was three feet away, onto the horse's back, leaving Doctor Yang and the wounded on the ground looking at each other .

There are still so many people waiting for treatment, what is the prince going to do?

Shen Jingshu was going crazy.

Because of Murong Li's sudden nerve.

More horse bumps.

If Murong Li gets nervous, just get nervous, why can't he get nervous?
It's fine for him to let her sit in front of him or behind him, but why did he put her on the horse's back like a cargo?

He regarded her as cargo?Or was it because she had rejected him just now that she was deliberately torturing her?
The stomach of the horse with Shen Jingshu on its back pressed against her waist, and it swayed up and down when running, almost pushing out the half of the pie she had just eaten.

"Ah! What are you doing, my lord? Let me down quickly! I'm going to vomit!"

She struggled frantically, trying her best not to swear.

It's a pity that Murong Li ignored her as if he was suddenly deaf, and only held the belt on her back with one hand to prevent her from slipping off the horse.

"Ah! My lord, I'm serious, stop quickly, my brain is congested and my head is about to explode!"

Murong Li still ignored her, his eyes fixed on the front, with vague anger floating.

"Fuck! Murong Li, do you want me to scold you so you can hear me!"

Murong Li narrowed his eyes, but there was no other reaction.

Shen Jingshu finally couldn't bear it any longer, and began to yell and scold: "Murong Li, your head was kicked by the furnace, right? Or your ancestral grave was dug up and your brain was gouged too. I'm such an idiot to you! Sick, right..."

The further Shen Jingshu scolded, the harder it was to listen to. At the end of the scolding, she was dizzy, her eyes were black, and she had no strength to scold anymore, so she could only catch her breath.

After an unknown amount of time, the fatal jolting finally stopped. Shen Jingshu struggled to open his eyes to look, only to feel a blurry black shadow spinning around in front of him, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Dizzy, she felt that she was carried on the shoulders of someone, and the person took a few strides, then unloaded her like a cargo, and threw her on the couch.

The bed was very hard, and the throw almost didn't dislocate her internal organs.

She slowed down for a while before regaining some strength, her head was not so dizzy, and then she burst into anger.

"Murong Li, you bastard!" She rolled over and sat up, staring at Murong Li with fire in her eyes, "Are you out of your mind or something, you want to torture me like this!"

Murong Li looked at her condescendingly, his eyes glowing brightly in the dark night, and after a while he quietly uttered a few words: "Maybe..."

perhaps?

Maybe your sister!

Shen Jingshu exploded completely, climbed out of bed and walked out of the tent angrily.

"Murong Li, let me tell you, I quit! I really quit!"

"I'll give the formula to Dr. Yang and ask him to treat your face! I will never see you again for the rest of my life, you crazy!"

(End of this chapter)