The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

Feng Haitang felt only a familiar breath coming.

She was suddenly frozen and incredibly slowly raised her head.

Shown in the curtain is the face covered with staggered scars.

Even when the face is intact, it is not handsome. Today it is covered with scars. It is also fierce and ugly. It can stop children from sleeping at night.

However, when Feng Haitang saw this face, tears suddenly burst into his eyes.

The whole heart, which was empty, was filled instantly at this moment.

This man, he always said she was better suited and better suited.

But he's always the first one to show up when he needs it.

And even though there are tens of millions of good men in the world, the only thing she loves is the imperfect one.

Feng Haitang reached out his hand, held the man's neck and buried his face in his neck.

“Ahhhh...” The hoarse scream came from a man who seemed to want to say something, the missing tongue, but he couldn't say a word.

But Feng Haitang raised his head and saw the scorch and worry on his face, but instantly understood.

It was a heartfelt sensation, and even though the man had been running away, she knew everything, "Don't worry, I'm fine. Ho Tian, what are you doing here? ”

Instead of responding to her, he put her down and carefully examined her up and down.

After confirming that Feng Haitang was not injured, he relieved his breath, and the worries that his face was going to phagocyze and burn his heart slowly faded.

Later, his gaze turned toward the windy sea tongue's emotionally charged eyes and slightly reddish.

The woman's unique clear bodily scent drilled into her nostrils, and the soft clinging to her delicate body.

Ho Tian suddenly realized what was going on and pushed Feng Haitang away in a panic.

He was busy gesturing, but was in a hurry and could not articulate his meaning at all.

Feng Haitang was pushed away this time, but there was no anguish.

Instead, he burst out laughing, "You thought something had happened to me, so you rushed over to save me, didn't you? ”

She looked around and poured in soldiers from the densely numb Ink Battalion.

Did you bring at least half the men from Camp Mo?

Yan Hao is a very calm person on a weekday, and will never act impulsively because of a vague message like smoke.

But because it was about his own safety, he exaggerated, lost his calm, and lost his ability to think.

When I think of it, Fenghai Tong can't help but leap and sweet in his heart.

Even at this time, she can't be half depressed if she returns to the refusal of Weekday a thousand miles away.

“You, who the hell are you? Where's my army? ”

Lo took the wind to react at this moment, and the people who rushed in were not the ones who had already arranged to ambush the army outside.

It's this bunch of strangers he's never met.

“Your army?” Guan Hu hey hey laughed, kicked under his feet, a bloody head grunted in front of the wind, "are you talking about these scumbags? ”

Lo looked down at the rolling head, his eyes suddenly wide open and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Because of that head, it was a general under his command.

He's really the leader of the army out there.

Now that the general is dead, his soldiers...