Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

In a gazebo in the courtyard of the Qingxin Palace.

After listening to Naranjinyu, Mo Qingfeng just smiled cold, his eyes were faint, and he did not have too much emotion.

“Don't you expect anything from O 27759; heaven to wipe you out with the hands of others?” Naranjin Yo looked at Mo Qingfeng with a smile, her voice was gentle, her eyes were gentle, her fingers holding the teacup as white as a jade, as soon as she attacked the green clothes, Yurong was gorgeous, the wind was unparalleled.

Mo Qingfeng looked at him lightly, saw his eyes with a smile, suddenly flashed in front of him lonely Zenan that evil handsome face, slightly in his heart, slightly frowned, how can he think of lonely Zenan again?

Mo Qingfeng retracted his gaze and looked lightly at the teacup in his hand. The beautiful lip corner revealed a slight mockery: “Poor means, not worth the expectation. ”

She is already a person who has died once, she is not afraid to face death, but no one else can kill her at will, one she will kill.

“Miss Mo, with you, I feel stressed.” Naranjan Yo laughed and her warm eyes glistened.

Mo Qingfeng frowned: “Is it stressful? I'm letting you run the Clear House freely, and I never interfere with organizational matters. ”

“Oh… I don't mean this, but your strength far exceeds mine. ”

“Really? You're just hiding.” Mo Qingfeng bluntly said that she had just arrived in a world with respect for her strength. There was no cultivation at all. The martial arts she possessed were still brought by previous generations.

And Naranjinyu, how can Hui Hui be taller than her? How can she be stronger than him?

Tasting tea and chatting, Mo Chingfeng discovered that Naranjinyu was a talkative man, sometimes very humorous and sometimes very indifferent, an extremely complex and trustworthy man, so she was so confident that she could entrust the clearing house to him.

“It's getting late, you go home and get some rest. I think we'll be busier tomorrow.” Mo Qingfeng looked deeply at Naranjinyu and said.

“Mmm!” Though I still want to spend more time with her, but seeing her beautiful face shows a faint fatigue, Nara Langyu no longer stays, he knows her fatigue, these days busy opening Qianzhitang, she is already tired of painstakingly refining Dan medicine, and treating so many people, now her face is a little pale, watching Nara Langyu is a little heartbroken.

After Naranjin left, Mo Qingfeng stood up to go back to the house, her body just moved, her chest suddenly came with a severe pain, limbs trembling, hands holding the stone table, did not fall down, she slowly sat back in position, dead holding the desktop, one hand tightly covering the sudden acute pain chest.

Frowning, painful look, beautiful face pale as paper, pores all over the body sweating cold, sweat beads drop by drop along the forehead.

As if an invisible hand was squeezing her heart, this unprecedented pain made her fight chestnuts all over.

How did that happen?

This sudden and severe pain, which seems to come every two days, is still irregular, makes the chest dull every night, makes it difficult to breathe, and when it hurts, the meridians are burning like a fire.

Now she's a good doctor!

She's a smart doctor, she's not diagnosing herself with a heart attack, and it's not a heart attack.

Every time she practiced, there was a strange qi in her body, all the way to the meridians, and Dantian was also blocked by this strange qi, which prevented her from functioning.

This strange qi is like a naughty child who comes out to mess with her every time she practises, rests on her chest every night, and then squeezes her heart every few days to make the pain unbearable.

Is this a cultivation of fire and demonization?

She practiced under the guidance of Lonely Zenan. Lonely Zenan wouldn't hurt her, but where did this strange inner air come from?

Mo Qingfeng could not understand, she could only bear the pain, waiting for the pain to gradually disappear.

Having taken Sendan and painkillers without any effect, she was sure that it was not physical illness, but improper cultivation that led to a strange atmosphere in her body.

She hasn't practiced lately, and she doesn't want to be tortured to death by this weird air without promoting herself.

It really hurts, she doesn't even have the strength to sit down, she wants to go into space, but she is not conscious enough to activate her mind.

She is still weak and unable to initiate her mind and enter the space when she is injured and now in general.

“Miss Mo, you look terrible. Are you okay?” Fu Yanxia came to the gazebo with a swallow nest of porridge, and saw that Mo Qingfeng's face was not right. It was extremely painful and he asked nervously.

Naranjin Yo went directly to her when she left Qing Xin Palace to make her a light and refreshing meal for Mo Qingfeng. On these days, she was too tired to refine Dan medicine and looked bad. Porridge and ginseng soup are excellent supplements.

Yan Xia brought the porridge from the nest, and the broth is still slowly stewed.

Mo Qingfeng looked up, his gaze was a little blurred, his eyes covered a thin layer of white fog, blurred and beautiful. This beauty is pathologically beautiful and looks extremely heartbreaking.

Fu Yanxia is still seeing Mo Qingfeng like this for the first time. She is usually seen. Rin is noble, the wind is brilliant and stunning. Now I see her in such pain, Fu Yanxia's heart is also painful.

She hopes that Monroe Wind will always be safe and healthy so that she can stay with her forever.

She used to feel that life was boring and tasteless. Since she followed Mo Ching Feng, she thought that life was so wonderful and life was so precious.

It was Mo Chingfeng who rescued her from Oufu. It was Mo Chingfeng who brought her back to life.

She sees Murray Wind as the savior of life, the grace of God.

She held her, her eyes full of worry and nervousness, said with concern: "Miss Mo, I will help you to go back to the house and lie down. ”

Mo Qingfeng did not refuse, in fact, it would be more comfortable to lie down. If it had not been for the pain and weakness of her limbs, she would have gone home.

Fu Yanxia held her up, feeling her shaking, limbs weak, walking difficult, heartache, “Miss Mo, I'll carry you back, this is faster. ”

Mo Qingfeng locked her eyebrows deeply and looked deeply at Fu Yanxia's bent back in front of her. Her heart laughed bitterly. Will she also make people carry this day?

Fu Yanxia went back to the bedroom with Mo Qingfeng in her back. Mo Qingfeng laid on the bed. Her chest was even more bored and she would only lie half way against the bed to make it more comfortable.

“Miss Mo, have some porridge.” Fu Yanxia quickly went to the gazebo to bring the bowl of porridge to the nest. He knelt down in front of the bed to feed Mo Qingfeng to drink.

“Leave it, I don't have an appetite right now. ”

Fu Yanxia looked heavily at Mo Qingfeng worried: “Miss Mo, are you ill? ”

“Nothing, overpractice.” Mo Qingfeng shrugged his thin lips and looked deeply at Fu Yanxia: “I want to lie quietly for a while, you can back off. ”

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