MTL - Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Ye Kun finally couldn't resist the pain in the body, and passed out with mental exhaustion. The last memory before the coma was fixed on the man kneeling in front of the bed, holding her hand, like a devout Buddhist, to her Begging Chaodu, tell her that he is willing to put down the butcher knife for her, and become a Buddha.

In the end, the voice of a man's subwoofer was in her ears: "In the future, I don't have to run away from me, fall into hell, and become a devil's man. It's dangerous and tyrannical. You can put down the butcher knife for love, or for love. , Kill God-Buddha. "

Men's threats and enticing words filled her entire dream.

Suddenly, she remembered that she had met with Lingji Master many years ago, and Master Lingji said that she had a relationship with the Buddha, so she gave her a death: Love is deep, and Hui will be hurt!

She never understood this sentence, so she meant the righteousness.

Even now!

"You cannot escape."

Si Yuanzhen's fingers gently stroked her pale and cheeks. Because there was no anesthesia and painkillers, even though she was in a coma, her body and spirit were suffering a lot of torture. It was full of forbearing pain, between the forehead and the nose, covered with dense sweat, and occasionally I could hear, there was a moan-groan deep in her throat.

It's hard to imagine that such a weak woman can be so strong and bear the pain that even a man may not.

He suddenly thought that she was pear blossom blooming in March and April.

Winter plum is the shadow of pear blossoms.

Lamei is proud of its frosty posture, pear flower ice is clean and jade.

Although it is delicate, it is cold-resistant.

Si Yuanzhen was suddenly a little irritable.

Could he lean against the wall to swallow the clouds and spit out fog, found a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked a hand and gave him: "Would you like one?"

Take off the aseptic clothes, remove the mask on the face, a baby face with childishness, unexpectedly young, absolutely unthinkable, this person is walking on the Z border "Dead for money" black doctor.

Si Yuanzhen took the cigarette he handed and drew in his mouth: "Smoke is really a good thing at some point."

Is it irresistible?

Si Yuanzhen, while swallowing the smoke, asked, "How is her injury?"

He felt an uncontrollable trembling of his fingers, and the long soot on the cigarette between his fingers fell instantly to the ground, breaking his bones.

Could he give him a slight glance: "How is his body, you should know better than me."

Although Si Yuanzhen is not a doctor, he has a long history of wandering between life and death. He knows better than anyone that the consequences of bullets hitting various parts of the body will be caused.

They will also judge their injuries based on their injuries.

Si Yuanzhen kicked Mo Fei to the ground, his voice was full of impatience: "Don't **** give me this set, Mo Moji is like a girl."

What exactly Ye Ye's injuries are, he knows.

But he is not a doctor, because it matters Ye Ye, he dare not be sloppy.

Could she get up from the ground and wipe off the blood line near the corners of her mouth: "She was very injured, and she lost too much blood. She was very delicate and flamboyant, and bumpy all the way. She was very fragile, both physically and mentally. Although her bullets have been successfully removed, she cannot receive the best treatment because of lack of medicine. She will soon have a high fever. Under this harsh medical condition, you know what high fever means to her. "

In this case, a high fever can mean death.

Si Yuanzhen's complexion was heavy.

Mo Fei smiled ironically: "It's not good to learn anything, but to learn from other people's children, and the men of the family really cannot escape fate."

The men of Si's are all heavenly darlings. They have unparalleled ingenuity, play with power, play with power, and be more intelligent, and each generation of Si's males is a generation of amazing talents.

However, God is fair. Si's men are short-lived ghosts, and few can live over fifty.

Their fate is either loneliness or death, or death for love.

As if a curse, God gave them a shocking match, and at the same time gave them a shabby insignificance, this insignificance is their most destiny.

Si Yuanzhen's finger gently tapped the submachine gun in his hand: "Compared to when I was forty years old, I used artificial insemination to leave Si's blood, and then waited for death alone. I was easier to accept this wonderful destiny. ending."

Si's men have a near-morbid cleanliness of affection, and a sickly attachment to women.

Probably destiny.

Many people spend their entire lives in love and loneliness.

Only the blood of Si's is endless in the long years of torrents.

Mofei sneered, "If you do, you will die faster."

Women like Ye Yan are rare in the world, because she is too clean and too pure, whether it is body or mind.

A man in deep **** like Si Yuanzhen has a butcher knife in his hand and is full of sin. He has no resistance to such a woman.

It's like black and white.

Black and white rotation, there is always a kind of fate and persistence of Murphy's Law.

Such a woman is a chronic poison to a man like Si Yuanzhen.

Will erode his willpower little by little.

Si Yuanzhen didn't take it seriously: "Be assured, before I die, I will give birth to the successor of the next generation of the Si family, and inherit the family's incense."

Mo Fei snorted: "Who would worry about your Si's incense." He sent the smoke between his fingers to his mouth, spit it out, took a hard breath, and then exhaled a large cyan smoke: "Si Yuan Zhen, you are so despicable. There are three Buddhism in Buddhism. You have no chance, no faith, no wish. That kind of innocent woman, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha, do n’t believe it yourself! "

The status and status of Si Yuanzhen was destined to kill him in his lifetime. The master of Lingji once said that Si Yuanzhen ordered the master to kill the wolves and samurai. Such a person is destined to hold power and only control the overall situation. As long as he lived one day, he would fight endlessly, endlessly.

This is his life.

It cannot be changed.

Otherwise, die!

Therefore, all the words he said to Ye Yan were deceptive.

Si Yuanzhen stared at the cigarette between his fingers, stunned Qingwu, and rose from the cigarette butt: "So what?"

He has never been a proper gentleman. He has always tried his best to achieve his purpose. He has always been willing to use Ye's life-saving grace to capture her heart. When she was seriously injured and vulnerable, she took advantage of the situation and used her The Buddhist faith shattered her hesitation, hesitation, and swing in one fell swoop.

Let her escape.

Mofei took a deep breath: "You're not trying to get her to cross you, you're trying to drag her into hell."

Infernal hell, trillions of robberies, seek out indefinitely.

Look, **** cannot come out.

Who can cross?