"I say, poet, are you finished, I'm so wet, so wet!" said an impatient voice, mischievous but unusually tired. △ ↗ Small, o

What girl would blurt out such a thing and still speak it with dignity and without being shy? Who else could there be but a little witch who has no human shame?!

Gao Leng hurriedly turned around, and saw that the little witch was actually lying near where he was just lying, lying on the ground weakly, obviously very weak, but she still rolled her eyes at him, and she was not too tired.

"Where did you get hurt?" Gao Leng ran over and saw the little witch lying there, although weak, but the good guys were there, as long as they were there, everything was there.

Gao Leng controlled the excitement and surging in his heart, picked her up, stabilized her mind and carefully examined it, she was wearing a body shirt and underwear, which was not covered, and it was convenient to check.

Strange, obviously covered in blood, how could she not see the wound? Gao Leng even lifted her clothes and took a look inside, only to see that the snow-white skin was only stained with blood, but there was no injury.

Could it be that the little witch can heal herself? Gao Leng thought to himself.

Seeing that she had no wounds, Gao Leng relieved his heart and took her tightly into his arms, as if he was afraid that she would disappear as soon as he let go, and he had a thousand words to say in his heart, but he didn't know where to start.

She was right in front of her, and Gao Leng couldn't say those lingering words, just reached out and hugged her tightly. A thousand words turned into a hug.

He looked down at her who was particularly weak in his arms, a small face was as pale as paper, and there were some dirt hanging on his long eyelashes, except for the stubborn little mouth that was still slightly raised, and the whole person was limp in his arms, and seemed to be trembling slightly.

"Have you been cured, have you recovered?" asked the little witch, looking down as if she were about to fall asleep.

"Well, the body is not half diǎn abnormal. Gao Leng diǎn diǎn head, frowned and looked at the extremely weak little witch, and was about to ask, but the little witch interrupted him.

"Then I'll take out my true yuan. As soon as the little witch heard that Gao Leng was fine, the corners of her mouth rose and smiled slightly, but she didn't look up at him, it seemed that it was a little difficult to raise her eyes, her fingers were raised, the pink light on the tips of her fingers flickered, Gao Leng only felt that there was a force in her body gathered in her chest, and the five veins were suddenly extremely accessible, and the power became bigger and bigger, and suddenly roared out, and a pink bead sparkled and suspended in the air.

Zhenyuan is the spirit of the little witch, and she took it out to heal Gao Leng.

The little witch opened her mouth slightly, and the beads instantly entered her body.

"Hmm......" She let out a long sigh of relief, with the return of Zhenyuan, her face was much better, and she was not so weak, but her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was very unwell.

"It cost me a lot of true yuan, I'm injured again, you have to carry me back, I don't have the strength. The little witch frowned tightly, as if there was a lot of pain, and that painful expression made Gao Leng feel distressed.

"Aren't you not injured, where does it hurt?" Gao Leng looked at her again, and indeed didn't see the wound: "Could it be that the true yuan is lost too much?"

"I'm disabled now, will you discriminate against me?" said the little witch, her eyes filled with a layer of sadness and sadness, and she buried her head in his arms, and her shoulders suddenly shook.

"Disability?!" Gao Leng was startled and looked at her limbs again, they were really intact.

The little witch diǎn diǎn head, a stream of warmth through the cold clothes, stained the cold skin.

She cried.

The little witch actually cried?!This made Gao Leng really a little overwhelmed, he was most afraid of women crying, not to mention the little witch, this kind of creature that didn't seem to cry no matter what, as soon as he cried, he would have regained his sanity and made a mess again.

"Where is it hurt, say!" He was not a gentle person, and his cold nervousness turned into anger, and he couldn't help but roar in a low voice.

"What should I do, I'm disabled, no one will like me anymore, and how can I go back in the future? They will laugh at me to death, I was the first beauty, now it's okay, I'm disabled!"

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, and she burst into tears, crying and crying, without any image.

Wow, wow, her cry resounded through the sky, a handful of snot and tears, rubbing into the coldness of the high, a short effort, the cold clothes were all her tears and snot, dirty.

The woman's crying attack is really not to be underestimated, for Gao Leng, this is simply a catastrophe, not to mention, the little witch can cry so sadly, it seems that this matter is not trivial.

I remember last time, after she taught Wen Kai a lesson, her body was injured like that, she didn't cry, she didn't care, think about it carefully, I've known her for so long, she seems to have been heartless, sad, and never belonged to the little witch.

But at this moment, she was really sad.

is not only sad, but also full of inferiority complex and overwhelmed.

"Don't cry, be good, tell me, where is the injury?" Gao Leng frowned and gritted his teeth.

Lin Gao, you villain, you play such a vicious trick, and now you still hurt my woman, I will never spare you! Gao Leng's hatred boiled with the tears of the little witch and the blood all over her body. If Gao Leng was injected with drugs by him, he would just definitely counterattack, and the little witch was injured, and Gao Leng would definitely counterattack fatally.

If you hurt him, you can still discuss, hurt his woman, let his woman shed a tear, he will not spare it.

The wicked have to use the methods of the wicked, and the cold eyes are also full of malice.

"Kiku...... The flower ....... remnant. The little witch said tremblingly, because she cried so much that she hiccuped so hard that she couldn't speak clearly.

"Chrysanthemum remnant!" Suddenly, Gao Leng was confused by her sentence, does she know how many meanings chrysanthemums have?!

The little witch cried diǎn diǎn head, rubbed her head in his arms again, wiped away her tears and snot and said: "Not only is it hurt, but the true yuan is consumed too much, now I can't even read your consciousness, the earth is another world for me, my mana is already limited here, if I don't continue to cultivate, it will get weaker and weaker, and now I am pressed again, to fully recover, I have to say it for a long time, if I am disabled, I will never go back to the past." ”

At this, her tears welled up more and more, and she began to cry again, and the sky fell apart.

"Crushed by the train...... Chrysanthemum?!" Gao Leng obviously couldn't believe it, he couldn't press it......

"Woo woo woo, my tail, beautiful tail, broken, what should I do if my tail is broken! I don't have a tail, like you stupid humans, I don't even have a tail, it's so ugly, what should I do? ”

"Tail?!" When Gao Leng heard this, a hanging heart fell suddenly, and it was actually a tail...... No wonder so much blood doesn't see the wound.

It seems that only when the little witch turns into a beast type will she see the wound of the broken tail, and the human form, as she said, the chrysanthemum is broken.

Isn't it just a tail? It's also disabled, and I'm really going to be scared out of this little girl.