Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Mo Qingfeng returned to the roof to stand steady, and the snake on the roof retreated, and retreated fairly quickly, like a summer storm, coming and going fast.

It's just that the air still smells bad.

The wounds bitten by flying insects are getting more and more painful, like a fire burning the wound, like peppery water, hot, hot pain, and a little paralysis.

She wanted to go back to the house to deal with the wound, and there was a white shadow in the air, and she looked up and frowned slightly, looking at the white shadow from far to close.

Lonely Zenan?

Mo Qing's face was pale, his eyes were cold, the fight was over, he just showed up now?

Lonely Zenan pulled out his figure and spinning down, white blooded, blue silk flickered, clothed, silent,

Mo Qing was stunned. At this time, he was described as vulgar by Feng Hua Zheng. This man was too beautiful to be described in language.

“You're hurt.” How can she describe her hands in white at a time when lonely Zenan's eyes are as bright as the stars, falling on the white palms of Mo Qing Feng?

The wounds were swollen, the neighborhood turned red, and a few turned purple.

He reached out and grabbed her hands gently. Both hands were injured. When he saw the swelling, his heart was heavy and his deep eyes suddenly became gloomy. "My lord should not let them die so painfully! ”

Maybe it was her hands that were too hot. He held her hands. She felt the chill coming from his palms. The pain was reduced to the point where she didn't want to draw her hands back.

Mo Qingfeng blamed him for being late, but when she heard him say that, she seemed to understand: “Did you just kill someone? ”

Are they killers?

Lonely Zenan caresses her hands gently, her eyes are both heartbroken and concerned, "Well, those multi-colored snakes and flying poisons are controlled, they're controlled in the dark, and it's futile for you to fight them here, trying to destroy them and kill those who control them directly. ”

So, no wonder the screams stopped, and the snakes retreated quickly, and the owner who controlled them died.

Mo Qingfeng raised his eyes and looked at Xenan's beautiful face. His eyes were like stars, his lips were like ju, and a little complicated emotion appeared in his heart. Is this the feeling of being protected?

If it weren't for him, wouldn't she be here fighting the snake worms to the point of exhaustion, and then the killer hiding in the dark would be able to kill her easily?

“Alone Zenan, I'm going back to the house. The wound hurts.” She wanted to go into space, but he was there, and she couldn't go in like this, and she didn't want him to know her secret.

Back in the house, Solitude Zenan took out a pill to let Mo Qing wind suit, then took out a small bottle, sat next to her, picked up her hand, carefully poured the powder in the bottle into the wound, and rubbed it gently.

The powder sprayed onto the wound and came cool for a while, and I couldn't feel the pain at all.

Mo Qing looked at him silently. When he drugged her, his deep eyes flashed and she saw the pain.

For the first time, he was injured by a man who medicated himself so gently. When he touched the powder, his fingers were mild and he was afraid to hurt her.

She, who lived two generations, had been injured before, had drugged herself, and handled her wounds herself. Even if Division knew she was injured, she would not ask any more questions. As if doing her job, injuries and deaths were a household meal, not to mention.

Lonely Zenan was good to her, making her very uncomfortable.

She pulled her hand back, her eyes swept past the complications, "Lonely Zenan, I took the pills, the powder was on, I'm going to rest. ”

“Lay down on your bed and rest, and I will guard you.” Lonely Zenan took her hand again and caressed it gently, and when he said that, his expression was pale.

Mo Qingfeng frowned. He's a grown man here. Can she sleep?

“You guard me, I can't sleep properly. ”

Lonely Zenan looked up at her deeply and said, "I'm not relieved of you, and you were bitten by a flying poison bug, and I'm going to watch your hands swell up here. ”

Mo Qingfeng whispered, letting him touch her hand, "Actually, I am also a very poisonous person. ”

“If you're not poisoned, why is the wound swollen? Does it hurt? You can't resist flying junkies, can you? ”

Mo Qingfeng frowned, “Is the poison from the flying poison terrible? ”

“Ordinary people die immediately after being bitten, and those who have been repaired to heights are bitten, like you, with redness, weakness, and pain. If you do not take the antidote in time, you will die in less than seven days.” Lonely Zenan said faintly that her eyes had been on her reddish wounds.

Mo Qingfeng skipped her mouth, so she's a tall one?

“I've taken the antidote and it's no big deal.” She wanted to go into the Spirit Springs. She felt tired. She had been fighting too long. She needed to rest and regain strength.

“It's too early to say that the wound is completely swollen, so it's really fine.” She said, lonely Zenan held both her little hands tightly. He held her cold hand like this, and a little warmth came from her palm.

“Alone Zenan, don't you want me to get hurt?” Mo Qingfeng looked into his eyes and asked, is it true that the concern behind his eyes?

Lonely Zenan looked at her and her handsome face smiled softly, "I don't want to, I told you to protect you. ”

So it's sad to see her now hurt and want to be with her forever.

“Is it because I smell and smell like your mother? ”

The lonely Zenan listened, his smiling eyes suddenly deepened, his handsome face appeared slightly stiff, he avoided the look of the Mo Qingfeng and lowered his head to her hands.

The complexity and depth of the flash in his eyes, Mo Qingfeng was in her eyes, she laughed in her heart, if she didn't have the smell and smell of his mother, wouldn't he care so much about her, desperately to protect her?

Mo Qing Feng Tang, “I'm sleepy, go back to your room, I'm going to lie down. ”

After being alone Zenan went out, Mo Qingfeng entered the space. At this time, she was not worried at all. She sat on a soft bed with a bully in her arms. She lifted her arms and sniffed her armpit with her nose. She had a slight fresh scent on her body. It smelled good. It smelled like sandalwood. Since her soul passed through this body. At that time, it was only very weak. She had to put her nose on the skin to smell it. After soaking it, the smell became stronger. It was like a whole body of rouge powder. The wind could smell this fragrance from anyone standing beside her.

Mo Qingfeng looked at the world and asked, “Does this taste like a mother? Does he smell that? Does he think of his mother? ”

“…” the bully lazily opened his two little eyes and looked at her. The look seemed to blame her for being too noisy, so he looked at her only once, then continued to close his eyes.

“Looks like you don't want to ignore me tonight...” Mo Qingfeng jumped out of bed and put the bully back in that barrel, "Go to Spirit Springs and let you soak up enough. ”

“Gallo...” The Buddha returned to the Spirit Springs, immediately spirited, waving his wings inside, swimming for a few laps before stopping, then soaking his whole body into the Spirit Springs.

Mo Qingfeng went back to lie down on his bed and wondered if there would be any more killers tonight.

She thought she could survive in this heresy by studying all kinds of secret drugs and poisons. After what happened tonight, she knew that she wanted to survive better in this heresy and live wonderfully, not only with a body that is not poisonous, but also with a very tall body.

Since she came to the world, she didn't want to live like an ordinary people, she wanted to live more spiritually!

Dragon Reindeer!

She must find the Dragon Spirit Pearl to improve her cultivation!

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The next day, as usual, Mo Qingfeng washed himself in space and drank a few more Spirit Springs before coming out.

Inn rooms, overnight calm, tea cups, and bedding have not been passive, it seems that no more killers have been sent from the Clear House.

Mo Qingfeng went out and wanted to knock on the door of Lonely Zenan. As soon as the door opened, a woman in a long peach blossom dress stood outside the door and saw Mo Qingfeng come out. She smiled and looked at Mo Qingfeng and said respectfully: "Miss Mo, are you up? ”

Mo Qingfeng frowned, measured this man half her head higher than her, and the woman who looked sober, “Who are you? ”

“Purple Altar, Lonely Castle Man.” Purple Altar said that her voice sounded crisp and delightful, sounding like she was listening to a hundred grain birds sing.

“Lonely Zenan? ”

“Something happened to the castle, the son temporarily left the Emperor, and asked the purple altar to take care of Miss Mo.” Purple Altar laughed.

“I know, since you're here to take care of me, you go get me ready early.” Mo Qingfeng turned around and went back to the house.

“Yes, Purple Altar, get ready for Miss Mo early now. ”

Purple altar prepared porridge for Mo Qingfeng, corn snacks and laurel cake. Mo Qingfeng slowly ate at the table. Purple altar eyes looked at her without turning a blind eye. Qingxiu's face kept smiling. Mo Girl was so beautiful, there was no woman and she was beautiful throughout the castle.

“Purple Altar, how long have you been with Lonely Zenan?” Mo Qingfeng looked up and asked at the purple altar.

“Since the Purple Altar, you're the man of the castle. ”

“Have you ever met the lonely mother of Zenan? ”

The purple altar shook its head and wondered, why did Miss Mo ask the son's daughter? Twenty years after she was alone with Zenan, she never heard him mention a word about her mother. He founded the Castle of Solitude with his own hands and didn't even know who the son's mother was when he grew up with him.

“How old are you this year? ”

Twenty-four. ”Zitan replied that she had been adopted by Lonely Zenan at the age of four and was loyal to Lonely Zenan.

“Since you've been alone with Zenan, how old was Zenan when you met him? ”

“At that time... the son was as young and beautiful as he is now, and we didn't even know how old he was.” The purple altar answered, then watched Mo Qingfeng carefully asked, “Miss Mo, are you interested in the son's mother and father? Why ask the son's mother? ”

Mo Qingfeng waved, her beautiful face flashed with anger, "I'm not interested in his mother, I just want to know what kind of woman can give birth to a son like that. ”

The corner of the purple altar, that kind of son? Is the boy good or bad in her eyes?

Mo Qingfeng appeared to be nothing, but in fact, he was surprised. Zi Tan had been alone with Zenan for 20 years, and had never seen his own mother. He also looked like a handsome man of about 25 years, but Zi Tan had been with him for 20 years. So he was not a 50-60 year old man?

How many years did Zenan live alone? How many fucking years have you been dead?

Mo Qingfeng thinks she didn't give birth to his mother?