Peerless War God in City

Ye Qingxuan's body is being eroded by her physical pain all the time. She tries to endure the pain, just like a puppet, stands up stiffly and gets out of bed.

Her every movement, will bring extremely intense pain to her body, moreover, the greater the degree of action, the greater the pain of tearing.

It hurts.

Like the tide, it's constantly impacting Ye Qingxuan.

However, although the pain was sharp and like a tear, ye Qingxuan could still bear it.

However, the pain in her heart was unbearable, which made her feel suffocated.

And can't heal!

Under the erosion of this pain, her delicate body couldn't help shaking, and the boiling tears, like a stream, fell down on the ground along her face, splashing a lot of waves.

And this time.

Ye Qingxuan did not cry.

She is like a machine without feelings, letting tears run freely on her face.

Haotian sees this, his heart is very uncomfortable, although he is a indifferent person, but he is not a stone, he also has feelings.

At the moment, seeing ye Qingxuan like this is a kind of torture for Haotian.

He walked out of bed and tried to hold him. However, ye Qingxuan was stopped by his cold and cold eyes!

"If you dare to touch me, I will die in front of you now!"

Ye Qingxuan looks at Haotian coldly.

The tone is very cold, without a trace of emotional color, just like the cold rain and snow falling, Qi Qi Li Li.

Looking at Ye Qingxuan, who is extremely serious, and her resolute eyes, Haotian stops. He is helpless.

He can see that ye Qingxuan is not telling lies. She thinks she is the one who does what she says. Besides, she is very emotional. Haotian, if she is not careful, maybe Ye Qingxuan can do some stupid things!

Ye Qingxuan looks at Haotian and smiles coldly. Then, she walks to the bed with a cold face and picks up the bathrobe torn by Haotian.

The bathrobe has been torn to pieces by Haotian.

So ye Qingxuan could only pick them up one by one.

Every time she picked up one more piece, the tears on her face became more and more sad, and the pain in her heart became more and more intense.

But.

She still did not wipe, even though the tears had blurred her eyes, even her heart.

She didn't care!

Let it flow!

...

continue to pick up.

Ye Qingxuan picked up the bathrobe carefully, just as if she could pick up her lost dignity and holy body, and then she could go back to the past.

So, she was so serious, but she was afraid, careful, afraid, even a small piece was missed.

Ye Qingxuan looked as like as two peas, but her heart knew that the bathrobe had been broken. Even if she could buy another, she could not buy the same bathrobe.

It's broken, it's broken.

It's like, she's no longer the person she was.

She is different from her before.

Now she is like a phoenix falling from the clouds, even the chicken under the tree is not as good!

Because... She's not clean anymore!