Chapter 1123: Finale 6

He said some things she should pay attention to at the moment. Feng Qingyu choked for a moment. His tone was like Master ’s tone to his apprentice—
There seemed to be some pictures flashing in front of him. He urged her to practice her exercises. She was so tired that she tied him in his arms and hugged his waist tightly. He wanted to ask for leisure.
And his answer is often to hold her directly in her arms and meditate with her, while dredge her astringent muscles, knock her head, scold her little lazy ...
There was another jump in my heart, and there seemed to be some warmth coming up, and some suffocation.
She shook her head and shook off the picture subconsciously.
The method of meditation that Di Shiyin said is exactly the way she is now. She doesn't need to make fun of her body in order to sing against him.
Taking a look at him, he sat down as he said, closed his eyes and meditated, silently adjusting his breath.
Time-she slowly flowed away while she was adjusting her breath. I didn't know how long it took. She finally finished her exercises and slowly opened her eyes to feel refreshed.
She took a pleasant breath of fresh air, only feeling fluttering.
"How do you feel?" There was a slightly dumb question from Di Shi behind him.
"It's not bad. Most of the skills have been restored." Feng Qingyu replied, and she stretched her waist slightly, her heart a little excited.
After saying a word, there was no movement behind.
She looked back subconsciously, but saw that Di Shiyin was lying there all the time, with his sword at his hand, and his cheeks flushed slightly, as if asleep and unconscious ...
She was startled, and touched his forehead subconsciously, her fingers froze suddenly, and he was having a high fever!
When he was meditating just now, he was struggling to keep his consciousness awake, to defend himself?
"Hey, you wake up, you wake up." Feng Qingyu patted his cheek, but he still didn't respond, but the fever became worse and worse, the body of the original thin ankle burned into a pale pink color.
Blood had leaked from the original wound and reddened his white robe again.
Feng Qingyu frowned and the blood did not flow like this!
She nodded the acupuncture points around his wound again, sutured the wound he had just opened again, and applied the healing ointment, finally stopped the blood flow.
The bleeding stopped, but his body was getting hotter and hotter, and it felt like a small stove.
He won't ignite spontaneously if he burns like this? !!
He is not a phoenix, said Nirvana.
Spontaneous combustion is also a scorched fox ...
The shadow of that scorching fox flickered in his mind, and he paused in his heart, and looked down at the Emperor's release, his face burning into a burning cloud.
Sighing, the most important thing now is to bring down his temperature.
Fortunately, it was on the beach. Near the water, she simply tore off a skirt corner and got wet to wipe and cool his body ...
I was so busy for half an hour, and then touched his forehead. The fever had slightly receded, but the others were groggy and still had no sense of waking up.
Will he just be unable to sleep like this?
The thought flashed in her mind like lightning, her heart was inexplicably scared, and a little fear came up--
She had never felt this kind of emotion since Nirvana was born again! It made her a little new and scary.
The emperor's release in the coma suddenly trembled slightly.