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    There was a bright light outside, and Huang De came back with a few people, some of them were holding a few torches, and some were carrying buckets.  A group of people came in and inserted torches into the holes in the wall. In a moment, the cell was brightly lit.

    Han Changgeng said: "Unshackle him."

    Huang De said: "Hurry up!"

    A jailer hesitated: "My lord, this man is a repeat offender"

    Huang Denu: "Of course I know! Do it!"

    Before he finished speaking, the lonely guest who was looking at the injury impatiently pinched a section of the iron chain on the shackles in front of him. When he exerted force, the iron chain bent like noodles. The lonely guest said in a slow tone: "Open it!"  , or these are your bones."

    The jailer immediately took out the key, opened the shackles, and untied He Yunhong's hands and feet.  The Lonely Guest said to Huang De: "My lord, please take them all out!"

    Huang De nodded, and said to several people: "You all come with me!" Several people looked at him suspiciously, and he pushed and pulled them out of the cell.

    The Lonely Guest said to Han Changgeng: "You still stay outside. I am suspicious and don't want people to lock us all here." Upon hearing this, Han Changgeng got up and went out, standing outside the door.

    The lonely guest glanced at Ling Xin who was still muttering to himself, opened the needle bag, and quickly inserted long needles into He Yunhong's body, and said, "Didn't the girl bring something here? What kind of ointment? Give it to him."  Well, his lips are split."

    Ling Xin felt that her legs were heavy and she couldn't stand up, so she could only pick up the small pot, walked a few steps on her knees, and reached He Yunhong's side.  Under the bright torches, He Yunhong's injuries became clearer. Even in a coma, He Yunhong's brows were still tightly wrinkled, his face was red and swollen, his skin was purple, and he looked like he had a high fever.  Ling Xin felt her throat constrict, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "We are lateI am really sorryWe are late" Tears welled up in her eyelashes, stained by an inexplicable feeling, and she wanted to cry out loud  .  She thinks it's because she realizes that she didn't save He Yunhong like Jiang Xutu did, and that's why she feels so sorry!

    Du Xuan also sighed: "Who knew they would use torture soon?"

    Ling Xin said with tears in her eyes: "I took a good bath and ate King Yong will definitely kill me"

    The Lonely Guest interrupted coldly: "Stop nagging! Feed him quickly! The things brought in from outside are cold, just right."

    Ling Xin picked up the small jar in her hand, opened the small lid on it, and looked inside, but it was a translucent jelly-like thing. She looked at Lonely Guest miserably: "Do you have a spoon?"

    Looking at the medical box, Lonely Guest took out a very small silver spoon, handed it to Ling Xin and said, "You don't think my box is too big now, do you?"

    Ling Xin almost burst into tears: "Your medical kit should be bigger"

    Du Xuan shook his head: "Hero! Can we not take the sniper now?"

    Lonely guest said: "Why don't you let it go? You can't shoot anyone. I'm in a bad mood now, and I can't make others comfortable!"

    Du Xuan was frustrated, "Who is in a good mood?!"

    Ling Xin's chest was painful and stuffy. She took a small spoon, dug out a small spoon, and put it between He Yunhong's chapped lips stretched by the mouth ring with thin tears in her eyes.  The small spoon lightly touched He Yunhong's swollen tongue protruding from between his lips, and the light red jelly melted into water in an instant, seeping into He Yunhong's mouth.  The spoon is too small, I wish it was only as big as soybeans, how much jelly can I scoop out at one time?  After several spoonfuls, He Yunhong swallowed it once in a coma.

    Ling Xin was anxious, frowning and muttering: "We are late" In her mind, the Yue opera "Dream of Red Mansions" played back, Jia Baoyu went to cry after Sister Lin died: "I am late, I am late  " Ling Xin said in a low voice, "I'm lateI'm sorrywe're late"

    Seeing that the little dew jelly disappeared between He Yunhong's hot lips, she quickly dug another spoonful and put it in his mouth, thinking that this would give He Yunhong more water.  She knelt until her knees hurt, but she didn't dare to stop. She bent over and muttered "it's too late" while feeding He Yunhong small spoonfuls for more than half an hour before finally pouring out a small jar of hawthorn ointment  All scraped and fed.

    Ling Xin heaved a sigh of relief, put the spoon into the jar, and hunched over.

    Lonely guest said: "Girl don't need to be so anxious, he has no worries about life. I have seen worse"

    Ling Xin understood what he was talking about, but sighed deeply again.

    Lonely Guest turned around and took out a small bottle, and handed it to Ling Xin: "Girl, please give him this medicine again."

    Ling Xin took the small bottle, put the small bottle on the ground beside her, picked up the small spoon, and asked the lonely guest: "Hero, how are you doing?"Since this is already the case, I must remarry in the future!  "

    Ling Xin was stunned: "What happened to me?!"

    Han Changgeng sighed: "That He Shilang has no clothes on"

    Ling Xin blushed and said, "Iwhy didn't I notice?"

    The two people in the cell laughed softly. Ling Xin pressed her chest, where was Jiang Xutu's letter, and said firmly: "I really, really didn't see anything!"

    The lonely guest said slowly: "Girl, there must be a limit to lying to yourself."

    Ling Xin waved his hand and said, "I can't tell you clearly! Let's go, godfather."

    Han Changgeng shook his head, took the lead and left, Ling Xin followed.  She actually knew about the so-called defense against men and women, but according to this, she walked through this prison and saw many prisoners, many of whom were naked, so she should be responsible for it?

    Ling Xin pursed her lips tightly, she felt something was wrong!  How could she love He Yunhong so much?  !  How could she want to cry to him?  !  He Yunhong has nothing to do with her!  She likes Jiang Xutu!  Is she mentally cheating?  !  Would my brother be happy if he knew she was visiting her ex-husband?  !

    ? Is this what Shakespeare said¡ª¡ªSexy, thy name is a woman!

    Ling Xin defended, I just don't want anyone to get hurt!  My adoptive mother is a nurse, and she often said that there is merit in saving lives and healing the wounded!  I was influenced by her!  I want to be a good person, it's always okay to do good deeds, right?  I really mean nothing!

    But she decided that she couldn't see He Yunhong anymore!  Definitely not coming!  She will devise a plan to rescue him, but she can't come to see him!  I'm so sorry Jiang Xutu!  

    She frowned, staring at Han Changgeng's heels, and hurried out of the cell all the way, naturally not seeing the red eyes of He Linhong who had been waiting all night between the wooden fences on the roadside.

    He Linhong watched over the fence for more than two hours, and finally saw Miss Ling walking over with her head bowed.  He wanted to say hello, but he felt really embarrassed that he was locked up here!  I can only look at Miss Ling with good eyes.  He saw that Miss Ling was full of worry and her brows were slightly frowned, and finally he felt less worried - she would not ignore the third brother.  Suddenly, He Linhong felt that Miss Ling was more beautiful than before. Her face was upright, her eyebrows were painted in ink, her eyes were bright and her lips were not thin The well-fitting clothes showed her plump and slender figure.  However

    He Linhong watched Miss Ling's figure go away, and hurriedly looked around. Seeing that the prisoners were still asleep, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief for his third brother.

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    What every reader finds in the book is himself.  The author's book is just a mirror, allowing the reader to see himself as he would never have seen without the book.  ¡ª Marcel Proust

    (I saw it on Weibo. I said similar things in the past, and I really didn¡¯t copy him! It can only be said to be his bosom friend.)

    In fact, I now feel that all articles are written for people with the same frequency¡ªthat is, the author is happy to write, and the readers are also happy.  Those with different frequencies will feel uncomfortable after reading it, so don't force yourself.

    My manuscript is getting closer and closer to the bottom!  There is still one third of the text, the finale of Chapter 108.  I just want to hold on to it, I'm almost becoming Eunuch Yu

    This article was written starting in winter and is going to be written all the way to spring.  At that time, I felt that spring was far away, but now it is really spring, thank you for your company and encouragement!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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