You’re Too Cold, My Tsundere Adonis

Xu Mo hesitated for a few moments, and asked unsurely: "Brother, do you really want to try?"

In fact, he is not very sure. He only knows that Gu Qingmang should wake up when he goes down at this level, but why does he feel that Gu Qingmang will not fully wake up if he is less than the tenth level?

Lu Yanmu was indifferent, nodded faintly, hugged Qingmang, and stopped looking at Xu Mo.

Xu Mo was trembling with his heart throughout the process, feeling that it was not easy. Who did he provoke? He still had a bad head, so why didn't he go into business at that time and chose to practice medicine?

Had it not been for the desperate insistence on going to the doctor, he wouldn't be so hard today. It really was the path he chose, and he would have to finish it on his knees.

Xu Mo took a deep breath, and then silently jumped to the ninth level.

When he reached the ninth level, Qingmang's reaction was even greater. His brows were frowned, and his hands started to move. It seemed uncomfortable. The entire face was wrinkled together, and the expression on his face looked very different. It was pain, as if he had suffered two kinds of torture, his face completely lost his blood, pale and scary.

When Lu Yanmu saw Qingmang like this, his brows furrowed more severely, and the concern and tension on his face seemed to come out. The hands holding Qingmang were also constantly clenching, the green veins were prominent, and his face was heavy.

In the nightmare, Qingmang only feels that his head is about to burst. There is not only the pain from his own dreams, but also the physical pain, like someone holding something and sticking it to her forehead and wrist. , On the feet.

At first, it was only a slight pain, like a tickling, without feeling at all. Later, the pain became stronger and stronger, and she had to break her whole head apart. It hurts so much that she has no thoughts to take care of what she is currently in. What about the environment and space.

She just wanted to take away all the things that were attached to her body, otherwise she really couldn't stand it, and her head would definitely explode.

Qing Mang, who had been entangled in her dreams, gradually disappeared to pay attention to everything around her, and more of her mind was focused on the pain that constantly stimulated her, as if she would never stop without waking her up.

Compared to the uncomfortable feeling in dreams, this pure physical pain seems to be better. In the dream, it is the double oppression of the body and mind. There are all kinds of things to open her head regardless of whether she wants to accept it or not.

When falling into this endless darkness, there will always be some inexplicable fragments flashing in my mind. The person in the fragments is her, but the people around have never seen one.

She wanted to reach out and grab it and let it stay for a while to see what's in the fragments, but she couldn't grasp it desperately. She could only watch and let them flash by. The picture kept stimulating her nerves, very It is uncomfortable.

When she saw some scenes before inadvertently, she felt familiar inexplicably, and wanted to think about it, but she tried desperately but couldn't remember it. On the contrary, the deeper he wants to sink, the invisible is like a swamp, the more you struggle, the deeper you sink, and no one can get free.

At this time, Qing Mang was slowly attracted by the pain in her body, but she was constantly waving her hand but she couldn't remove the things on her body. It was almost maddening her.

Who actually posted these on her dead and alive? Even if she wanted to wake her up, she wouldn't be able to use such a method. She was really going to die in pain!