The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Su Yan

“I'll be back in three or five days at most. ”

Feng Xuan did not speak.

It's just that the cough is ringing again.

She held him and said one more thing.

“You're not well enough to run. ”

The voice dropped and Feng Xuan's cough stopped again.

He looked up at Su Xiang with dark eyes.

“I'm feeling much better. I can run. ”

Anyway, whatever the method, you have to go for a fight.

In the end, Su Smoke nodded.

“Okay."

After the next sound.

Su smoked the herbs on the table.

“Drink. ”

Feng Xuan sat down.

Thin lips open slightly and wait right there.

I'm not picking up the herb.

Su Smoke blinked and thought about it a little later.

Or hold his hand and put the medicine bowl in his hand.

Feng Xuan hasn't spoken yet.

Listen to Su Yan's serious voice.

“You don't have much activity during the week, you have to hold it for a while, eat and drink medicine, you have to make it yourself. ”

Just in case it becomes a habit to feed.

We'll have to feed them every day?

Watching her get ironed out.

Feng Xuan did not continue to torment.

Drink the medicine honestly.

That afternoon, Su Yan left the Flooding Party with Feng Xuan.

The royal sword flew across the mountain, looking at the lush scene under his feet, the breeze came out, but it was a rare comfort.

Su Yan stood in front, Feng Xuan stood in the back, his hands held her tight, his head against her shoulder.

Her side.

“Afraid of heights? ”

Feng Xuan's closed eyes moved.

Mm-hmm.

Answered.

Follow me and listen to him.

“Master, fly slowly. ”

Su smoke lowered altitude and the speed of flight slowed down.

Xiaohua endured and endured, and finally didn't.

“Innkeeper, don't you try throwing him out of here? ”

He had wings and pretended to be afraid of heights.

You don't know anything about cheating on hosts, do you?

Not only that,

Lord Feng Xuan looks very useless.

Can't hold hands, can't carry shoulders, coughs in three steps, takes pills every day.

If that's all there is to it.

Recently, Xiaohua discovered that Master Feng Xuan's minor problems are increasing.

The host left for a little longer. After returning, he looked at Lord Feng Xuan with a pale face, coughing and weakness.

Where the host has to go, where he's been, for a long time, still weak, it hurts here, it hurts there, it's uncomfortable here, it's uncomfortable there.

Where did you find a deed beast? It's like finding an ancestor.

Little Flower is angry.

It is clear that this is not the case in its information.

The ancient beast is poor, the only surviving beast since the Great War.

At that age, he was severely wounded and sealed and locked up.

But as these millennia have grown, even though the sealed wounds have not been good, because of the blood, the strength is already strong.

How this poor, weak, useless host looks.

When Su Yan heard Xiaohua, he shook his head and refused

“If it falls, it's too late. ”

Xiaohua is a little upset.

But what else?

Follow the host for so long.

Know the character of the host, of course.

No matter how weak Lord Feng Xuan's chickens are, they are good in the eyes of the host and will be taken seriously.

No one else is stronger and no host can see it.

Because they're slower.

So late at night when we reached Guangan Mountain, it was almost dawn.

They set foot on a hill.

According to Brother Kang's letter.

Su Smoke can come here a few days later.

So these days, you can rest and let him feed himself.

By the way, find Lin Zou.