The leader has a black moonlight + extra episode

Where has she gone?This little pet... Did it escape by itself?

Nightingale, who was standing on the window sill, suddenly felt a chill in the house, and fell under the window with the intention of avoiding the night wind, but unexpectedly, the warm room suddenly turned into an icehouse.

It seems to be... extraordinarily dangerous.The animal's keenness prompted Nightingale to flutter her feathers and quickly leave the room.

Did Wu Jin regain his memory?The anger in Yan Qimo's eyes gradually developed a killing intent, and his memory recovered, so he chose to run away behind his back, right?

Just keep silent and escape when you are not prepared... Oh, what a skill.

"Crack!" The well-endowed flowerpot arrangement turned into a mixture of broken porcelain and mud in an instant, innocently becoming a target for the leader to vent his anger.

A pet that dares to run away, it is best not to be caught by the owner...

Yan Qimo, who was feeling violent, suddenly had a gust of wind blowing by her ears, and a leaping window suddenly appeared, about to stick to her side.

A mask of indistinguishable gods and ghosts was vaguely reflected in the eyes, and Yan Qimo, who was in a rage, didn't even think about it, just pretended to be another assassin who knew nothing about life and death, and slapped him away without mercy!

"Pfft—" Before the figure stabilized, he was sent flying by a palm and slammed into the wall hard.

The mask was torn apart, revealing the pale face below: "Yan...Yan Qimo..."

Wu Jin spoke intermittently, and a lot of blood overflowed from his mouth.She didn't expect Yan Qimo to strike suddenly, nor did she expect that the palm...was too heavy.

"Where have you been?" Yan Qimo's voice was still cold, freezing Wu Jin's blood like ice.She raised her head in confusion, Yan Qimo... what's wrong?

That pair of eyes seemed to be very angry, so angry that he wanted to peel and cramp himself.

"I...I'll go..." Every time Wu Jin said a word, countless fishy sweet madness spread to his throat, and the dark red blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, dyeing his snow-white neck brightly.

She held down her aching chest, and pulled the money bag out of her sleeve. At the same time, she also felt innumerable sadness and grievances: "Yan Qimo...here...for you..."

Why did Yan Qimo change when she came back after only going out for a while?She just... Did she still want to kill herself...

Wu Jin leaned against the wall weakly, and began to feel pain even when breathing, his chest seemed to explode, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

She felt that when she was seriously injured, Yan Qimo was like a reprimand who watched coldly...

for...why?Wu Jin's mind was spinning for a while, her eyesight was slowly swallowed by the darkness, and the physical and mental blows made her almost unbearable.

Yan Qimo was startled, looking at the purse on the ground, the knotted rope on it fell apart when the brocade was thrown out, and a gold ingot fell out.

...It turned out that I was just going out to play.

Not to run away.

Once the anger in her heart was extinguished, Yan Qimo remembered the palm she had slapped Wu Jin.Looking up, she found that her eyes were hard to open, and the blood all over her body was flowing from that mouth like a fountain of blood.

When Yan Qimo went to hug her, Wu Jin had already passed out completely.He frowns tightly in a coma.

"pain……"

"It hurts..."

The incense candles were burned out one by one, but the people on the bed showed no sign of waking up, and instead started talking in a daze.

Cold sweat oozes from the forehead layer by layer. The excessive blood loss and long-term lack of water made Wu Jin's lips pale, and there were even traces of chapping.

Seeing this, Yan Qimo frowned in displeasure. After all, Wu Jin's dying state was caused by his accidental injury.

That slap last night, if it was an ordinary person, he would have died on the spot, and he has gone to see Lord Hades.But even Wu Jin lost half of his life, and now he can only lie here unconscious.

Yan Qimo slowly instilled some internal energy into Wu Jin, calming down the chaotic qi in her body.

Two strands of zhenqi in the body collided in one place, Wu Jin could only struggle in a dark dream, his tendons seemed to burst and throbbed, his internal organs were squeezed together, and he was severely grasped by one hand Hold tight.

It's so hot... Wu Jin wondered if the boiling magma in the fire pit poured into his chest, and there were hot little sparks jumping on his skin.

It hurts so much... am I dying...

"Hmm..." Wu Jin bit her lower lip subconsciously, and a tiny opening split open on her already dry and dehydrated lips, and the fishy-sweet liquid was like a clear spring, attracting thirsty people to suck and lick continuously.

Seeing this scene, Yan Qimo, who had never taken care of anyone before, and never thought she would take care of others, finally came to her senses, maybe she should pour some water for Wu Jin.

Yan Qimo filled a glass of water with the teacup on the table, grabbed Wu Jin's back and helped her up.Supporting her body with one hand, and sending the teacup to her mouth with the other hand.

Unexpectedly, Wu Jin's tightly pursed lips did not move, "Xiao Jin, open your mouth." He couldn't even listen to the words, the two lips were tightly closed, and the teacup could not be swallowed even when it was brought to his mouth.

Yan Qimo tried to push the teacup between her lips, but she didn't expect a drop of half a cup of warm water to get in, instead...

It all flowed onto the leader's skirt.

The author has something to say: Xiaoshou was beaten for the first time...don't panic...if there is a first time, there will be a second, third, and fourth time...