Lantern: Behold the Bayonet

Chu Chen doesn't want to know, 80% is the commander of the commander, not to be a private trick, be sure to catch yourself early.

Think of this, Chu Ci is not a loud laugh.

In the eyes of the commander, Han Yue shecks him is a private trip; their family hits people who don't have to jet, that is, it should be.

However, these are not important.

How to dispose of him, Chu Chi has long can't do.

But he heard the news that Han Dynasty did not have a serious problem, he was still a relief of the tone.

The knife, which took out last night, soared so that after the high-quality cervical bones, there was still a loud hole to wear the chest of Han Directors and cut off his two ribs. It can be seen that the next day is more One hand.

If the commander of Han Dynasty is really gone, he is afraid that it will not be as dead as death.

This is really contradictory.

He is almost holding the same mentality with the other party. Although he ran.

But he is not hiding, he is not afraid of what consequences, than the death penalty, he is even more harmful as it is in Han Yue now.

It can not be given to him half a minute, the more you don't want to have anything, the older is to give him something.

Since Han, Han, he blocked him first, he wanted to escape. He is cold, delicate, and even dangerous to cause Han Yue's home to death, it can be so much strength, Han Yue is still refused to let him go.

Who is referencing?

When Ren Jiayuan came to the plasma and other medicinal solutions, Han Yue was sitting on the sofa of the living room, buried his face between two knees, and didn't know what to think.

"Han Er Level?" Ren You said that he had a scorpion. Han Yue raised his head like suddenly stimulated.

Look at the red leaves around Han Yue, there is still a shed tears that have not been dried in the cheek, and everyone can't help but let it.

"What are you doing? Can you come here in this old man?" Han wiped a face, and he was far away.

"..." Everyone said that my mother is so unlucky, but it can only be thinking about it. It is still the atmosphere. It is not a breath, and the radio is going to the bedroom to give people a rescue.

Han Yue is standing for a few minutes in the living room.

Han Yue entered the bedroom and saw that Chu Ci's white arm has been tied into two needles, a drug solution, and an advanced plasma.

Everyone is cleaning up the wound on his legs.

"I really serve", Ren Jiayuan wrapped the bandage to the last circle, raised his hand and wipe it sweat. "I saw someone who lost his blood in this point."

"Less fucking is nonsense, just saying that there is something." Han Yue repeatedly recovered the temper, such as the broken bamboo drill, he listens to these so-called ... .... ...........

"I can do it, wait until the antipyretics and plasma, see how the situation is, it can stabilize it." Ren Jiayuan has changed the sentence "people" to answer Han Yue.

"It means not necessarily good?" Han Yue flew over the past.

Ren Youyuan was hit by him: "No, I didn't say it, I mean to observe the observation, in case."

Han Yue glanced at him and sat down on Chu Ci bed and pulled it softly, he didn't have a needle, and gently rub it in his hand. The two people's fingers have a scorpion, when scratching, as if it can scratch fine current, and the Han Yue is a buzzing.

Han Yue's eyes gradually gradually, and it is extremely rare to show the quiet and warmth of Tanshui.