My country is dying

Chapter 235 I Will Kill You Someday
Mi Le was stunned, looking at his hands, what's wrong?Why is my head so dizzy?

She stabilized the chair on the side, turned around and walked to the bed, but just after taking two steps, her feet went limp, and she fell straight to the ground.

"what!"

Her forehead hit the bed board heavily, causing her eyes to turn black from the pain.

Mi Le stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, only to feel something warm dripping down, and when he took his hand away, it turned out that his hand was bright red, and Mi Le immediately held his mouth in fright.

When Hou Junli came in, he saw this scene. Mi Le was sitting on the ground with his bright red palms outstretched, as helpless as a helpless child.

He stepped forward immediately, and only then did he see the broken porcelain on the ground. After picking up Mi Le from the ground and putting it on the bed, he looked at the blood on her forehead and his face darkened.

"Ah...don't touch it!" Mi Le took a deep breath in pain, and slapped him on the arm, with tears streaming down his face: "Where did you go, it hurts like hell!"

"Be patient." Hou Junli wiped the blood around the wound for her, and then applied the medicine to bandage it. When the medicine powder was sprinkled on it, Mi Le nestled in his arm and shivered, pinching his arm, and Hou Junli let it go. Her movements, after wrapping up the wound on her forehead, pushed her down on the bed, "You have a fever, but there is no doctor here, I only found a little simple medicine, you take it first, I will use wine later Wipe your body to cool off."

Mi Le was dizzy and was frightened again. He just wanted to sleep now, and he just groaned when he heard this.

Hou Junli immediately put the wine jar on the table, took out the wooden basin, poured the wine into it, wet it with a towel, and wiped Mi Le's forehead and palms little by little.

After the medicine was cooked and fed, Mi Le's fever still persisted, and he started talking in sleep.

Sitting by the bed, Hou Junli saw that her cheeks were flushed from the heat and she looked delirious, and finally reached out to her skirt.

But Mi Le didn't know where the consciousness came from, and he opened his eyes all of a sudden, and suddenly clasped his hand: "Don't move!"

Hou Junli froze and looked at her, but saw that her eyes were filled with chaos, clearly not awake.

Then, she cried out, crying very sadly: "Dead Demon King, Ugly Demon King, old, ugly, fierce and bad!"

Hou Junli: "..."

"Just know how to bully me... Woohoo, one day... one day I will kill you!"

After finishing speaking, she began to cry desperately again: "I feel uncomfortable..."

Hou Junli stretched out his hand to hold her wobbly head, then lowered his head, resting his forehead on her forehead, and said softly: "Okay, then get well soon, I'll let you do it."

As soon as he said this, Mi Le immediately stopped moving, as if falling into a new round of lethargy. Hou Junli looked at her for a moment, her slender eyelashes were still wet, and there were still tears on her face. Zhang Jingying's clear face turned into a red apple because of the high fever.

He touched her face lightly with his lips before leaving, his eyes deep and dark.

When Mi Le woke up, he felt as if he had been steamed in a steam room, his whole body was sticky and greasy.

What made her even more unbearable was that, so close at hand, there was actually someone hugging her, making her even more sticky.

Mi Le suddenly pushed Hou Junli away, saw him open his eyes, and looked at him coldly: "You are addicted to hugging, right? Don't forget the difference between monarch and minister!"

Hou Junli's eyes were tired, but when he heard the words, he suddenly smiled and didn't get up, he just leaned on the bed and stretched out his hands to support his head to look at her: "The fever has subsided, have you recovered?"

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