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Chapter 1222
“Holden, your wound is inflamed, and it’s in the rain. If this continues, don’t you want your body anymore!”
Holden buckled her fragrant shoulders and turned her around, holding her small face with a great palm, repeating like a demon, “Elena, I just don’t want you to go.”
He bowed his head and k!ssed her red l!ps directly.
Elena’s pupils shrank, at this time, why did he think about k!ssing, “Holden, let go!”
She pushed him away hard.
Her movements tore to his back injury, Holden’s upright body shook twice, and then knelt on one knee in the rain with a “bang”.
A strong palm rested on the ground, and small drops of water rolled over his exquisite facial features, and his thin eyebrows were dyed with cold.
Holden narrowed his handsome eyes and rolled his Adam’s apple up and down. After a few seconds, he gently pulled the corner of his mouth, and the deep eye sockets were stained with scarlet red.
He slowly said, “Elena, if you dare to leave, in the future, I will surely wash the body in the blood and make you pay a tragic price.”
Elena, that is Elena’s home.
Elena paused, she looked at the man kneeling in the rain in shock and fear.
She trembled all over, this… the devil!
The damp bangs covered his narrow eyes. He looked at her, and slowly stretched out his big palms paranoidly, “Come here.”
Elena moved her legs numbly and walked over.
“I said, you can’t escape Elena.”
Holden closed his eyes and fell down.
It was getting dark and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and this dilapidated wooden house was shaking in the heavy rain.
Elena dug out a needle, burned it red with fire, and barely sutured Holden’s wound. He forbids her to leave, she can’t find a doctor at all.
Elena was sitting by the bed. She looked at Holden on the bed. He had a high fever of 42 degrees just now, and he started to chill again.
Now he is still in a coma, his handsome face is pale to black, his handsome facial features are extremely cold and hard, and he is paranoid.
Elena suddenly realized a problem. Three years later, Holden’s paranoia became more severe, and his possessiveness and desire to control her became almost pathological.
Just now, when he knelt on one knee in the rain, saying that he would wash the let his body wash with blood in the future, Elena had already seen the powerful aura of Kinghood Landing on him.
No matter how she concealed his life experience, he was full of the blood of the innocent child of West Repal for a hundred years, and he might one day ascend the position of the king.
When she is the queen of Wonderland, what will their fate be like?
Will he dominate the world in the future, and once she leaves, he will personally lead an army to break through her homeland, conquer her city, and stain her clothes?
As long as she thought of this, Elena felt cold all over, she took out a piece of white paper and pen, and then wrote something on the white paper, and finally she held his finger and pressed a handprint on it.
Folded the paper and she kept it safe.
After doing all this, she felt relaxed and settled.
She stretched out her little hand and touched his forehead.
In the next second, her slender wrist was grasped by his big palm. He admired the tenderness on her skin, “cold…cold…”
There are no extra quilts here.
Elena bit her moist lower lip with her fine white teeth, then lifted the quilt, and the delicate b0dy got into his arms.
Elena stretched out her slender arms to hug his delicate wa!st, and pressed h3r soft self to his cold skin.
After a while, he seemed to get colder.
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