The General’s Little Peasant Wife

But he is not such an irrational person, knowing that he cannot be disturbed now, otherwise Yao's situation may be even more distressing.

About an hour later, Joe Tianjin retracted his hand, and the moment he retracted his hand, the royal wind dragged people up: “What do you want? ”

Joe Tian looked at him with no excess expression on his face, just at the sigh and said, “I don't know why I forgot everything about her, but I want to save her, I don't want to see her like this. ”

“You…”

Purple Ling looked at Joe Tianjing and suddenly walked over to him. He grabbed his hand and put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Joe Tian felt the tingling and tried to shake off Purple Spirit, but Purple Spirit let go of his hand one step at a time.

The wind looked at the purple spirit at the same time. After drinking some of Joe Tian's smooth blood, his face instantly turned pale and his hands grabbed his chest clothes tightly. His face was filled with pain.

Feng hurried over and looked at her worried: "What's wrong with you? ”

“I'm fine, Green Frost. You two come with me.” Purple Spirit shook his head and stood tall with his chest covered, asking the two men on the side to speak.

“Purple Spirit, what are you? ”

“He's poisoned, very poisonous, and we need to find out what kind of poison it is, and if I'm right, it's probably the poison that caused him to lose all his memories of Mengyao.” Purple Spirit is breathing faster and faster, and his face is whiter and whiter.

It's not that they've never seen purple spirits use their bodies to study these poisons, but they've never seen purple spirits as painful.

“Okay, let's go. ”

Joe Mo heard that Joe Tianjing, probably because of the poisoning, held his lips tight, walked out a long time later, and when he came in, he took the look of two or three books.

Going to Joe Tianjin's face, he looked at Joe Tianjin and said: "This is what my mother has recorded every day since she conceived me. There is a little drip of your life in it, you can... see it. ”

In fact, he also accidentally saw this thing. When he first saw it, he felt so warm. Especially when it said on a page, how happy and silly Joe Tian was when he felt his fetus move. The happiness he had in the line made him feel so warm and warm, and the gift his mother had prepared for her after pregnancy. What was their mood like at that time?

Joe Tian suddenly nodded and looked at Jomo like that. He opened his mouth and finally just said three words: “I'm sorry. ”

Jomo shook his head and didn't keep talking. When he saw that Ning Mengyao had become like this, he hated Joe Tianchang very much, but when he heard them say that Joe Tianchang was most likely because of poisoning, he felt very not flavored. Looking at Aunt Purple Ling, he knew that the poison was definitely not ordinary, otherwise she would not suffer like that.

Joe Tian smiled and walked aside to sit down, not intending to leave.

The royal wind looked at Joe Tian and suddenly said: “Yao loves eating your cooking. ”

Joe Tianjing looked at the royal wind, his eyes were stunned, and asked unbelievably: "Can I cook? ”

“Well, I learned it from Yao.” The royal wind nodded. He looked at Joe Tianjing like this. He really felt a little bored. He wanted to hit people with his hands. But I thought he was like this because of poisoning. If he didn't, he felt like he was holding his breath in his heart. He couldn't get up or down. It was very painful.

Joe Tian opened his eyes and put a few thick books in his hand aside into the kitchen.

The royal wind's eyelids twitched straight. Why does it feel so good to Joe Tian? When he has memories, he doesn't look so cute, so obedient.

He reached out and touched his chin, and he seemed to be doing well, at least bullying people.

Jomo looked at the royal wind and shook his head without a word, trying to bully his father? Save it, don't let yourself be bullied.

One hour later, Joe Tian walked in with porridge, and the smell made the royal wind covet a little: “Are we there? ”

“With him, without you. ”