signingbooks Chapter 1652 She is the bottom line
Chapter 1652 She is the bottom line
Chapter 1652 She is the bottom line
"Who told you to harm the country and the demon people?"
Lin Zhaoxia: "Huh???"
Song Yan sighed again, "Who told you to be Young Master Yang's bottom line?"
Lin Zhaoxia glanced at Yang Moyan.
Yang Moyan didn't speak, just looked at the young man with a very indifferent gaze.
It seemed that nothing could affect his mood.
Even so, it tends to be more sweet-talking whispers.
Lin Zhaoxia laughed lowly.
When she was about to say something, her throat suddenly felt hot, her eyes paused, and in the next second, another mouthful of blood was uncontrollably spit out!
Yang Moyan was opposite her.
The large expanse of bewitching red was not wasted at all, it all fell on the quilt and on Yang Moyan who was opposite.
His white shirt turned red in an instant.
Even the exposed Adam's apple and face were inevitably contaminated with a few drops.
After a mouthful of blood came out, Lin Zhaoxia's eyes began to spin dizzily.
If she hadn't leaned against the head of the bed, she would almost have fallen to the ground!
Yang Moyan's pupils shrank heavily.
Song Yan was also stunned.
After reacting, Song Yan immediately raised his hand to press an acupuncture point on her neck, "Lin Zhaoxia? How are you?"
Lin Zhaoxia wanted to talk.
The dizziness in front of her eyes finally passed, but when she opened her mouth, she couldn't make a sound at all.
I thought it was the suppression after vomiting blood.
But she opened her mouth a few times and tried hard to pronounce a single syllable, but she couldn't do anything. At that moment, Lin Zhaoxia's pupils shrank fiercely.
She raised her hand to attach to her throat, and her lips were tightly pressed together!
sound……
She was speechless.
Song Yan was still asking, seeing Lin Zhaoxia like this, he was a little anxious, "What's going on? Sore throat? Or is it not breathing well?"
Yang Moyan said with a hoarse voice, "Lin Zhaoxia? Talk."
Lin Zhaoxia wanted to shake her head, but as soon as she moved, her throat rolled, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of her lips again.
The opening was silent. Facing Song Yan and Yang Moyan, Lin Zhaoxia was in chaos for the first time, and the panic in his heart was spreading rapidly. Lin Zhaoxia was too late to respond at such a fast speed.
The pain of desperation and depression made her eyes sore, and her calmness was almost unbearable. She clutched her throat tightly, her five fingers tightened uncontrollably, until she couldn't breathe well.
Yang Moyan frowned, raised his hand and pulled the boy's hand away, "What are you doing!?" Seeing the red marks on the boy's neck that he pinched out, his eyes were deep, "What's wrong with you? Talk! What's wrong? I'm here, Song Yan is here, you can tell me!"
Lin Zhaoxia also wanted to say.
But she couldn't tell.
The great panic and despair almost crushed all her calmness.
But she closed her lips tightly, grasping the last trace of balance in her heart, clenched her teeth, and refused to bow her head to the status quo.
Yang Moyan sensed something was wrong, and his fingertips trembled, "You...are you unable to speak? Something is wrong with your throat? Lin Zhaoxia? Look at me...you look at me!"
Lin Zhaoxia looked up at him.
Eyes facing each other.
Lin Zhaoxia saw the usually noble and indifferent person in front of her. From now on, her brows and eyes have changed into incomparable panic, as if she lost something extremely important and couldn't find it. Messy, breathing fast, accompanied by his low growl, one after another, "Song Yan? Song Yan! What's going on, check quickly! She can't speak? She can't speak!?"
(End of this chapter)