Chapter 1141: do not go

Di Shiyin actually fell off the bed, and at this moment was half-volted to the ground. The silver hair covered his face, making her unable to see how he looked--
He was lying there, looking fragile and embarrassed.
Feng Qingyu's head was hit by something. She hadn't figured out what to do yet, and she had already folded back.
Raising his hand, a multicolored light emitted, flatly held him on the ground, heavy
New on the couch.
Silver hair scattered like a stream of water, revealing his pale, snow-like face, a trace of blood on the corner of his lips, but a faint smile, a pair of dark black obsidian eyes condensed on her
"Qing Yu, don't go ..." There were dark waves in his eyes, and his face was abnormally flushed.
Feng Qingyu saw his face clearly and was surprised.
It seems that it was the crucial moment for him to meditate, and her entry not only interrupted his cleanup, but also made him unstable, and his mood fluctuated too much, which only inspired blood and vomited blood ...
With a sigh in her heart, she flew up to the bed as soon as she turned around, and sat behind him, her palms pressed against his vest, and she said lowly: "Fast and fast!" In that case, he is afraid that the old illness will recur, and he will give up all his hard work in the past few days!
Di Shiyin's eyes flashed slightly, and there was a touch of relief at the bottom of the eyes.
Does she really care about him?
The vest had a soft and warm force straight in, and walked gently in his body, gathering his blood that would almost run away ...
He also closed his eyes slightly, slowly adjusting his breath in response to that force--
Although Feng Qingyu was small and short, her skill was not low. Her shot was naturally several times stronger than Yunyin's consecutive months. After more than an hour, the blood and blood that had run away in Emperor Shao's body finally cleared and slowly returned to normal
...
Feng Qingyu slowly received the power, turned to Di Shiyin and looked at his complexion.
Alas, it looks a lot better than just now. Although I can't see the blood color, it's not as pale as before.
He touched his wrist again, his pulse beating smoothly, his fingertips moisturized--
Feng Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief and looked up, but she saw Di Shiyin's dark eyes fixed on her. The pale lips seemed to have a smile: "Qing Yu ..." His voice was clear. less.
"Don't talk." As soon as Feng Qingyu raised her hand, the ginseng fruit plate on the table fell on her hand. "Eat this!"
He inserted it with a small fork and sent it to him.
Di Shiyin has not been forced by anyone in her life, but has repeatedly made exceptions in front of Feng Qingyu, and she is still like her loli ...
He pursed his lips slightly and shook his head.
"What?" Feng Qingyu raised an eyebrow.
"Old rules, half of us." Emperor Shiyin said lightly.
"Hey, I don't want to take advantage of you ..."
"I take advantage of you." Di Shiyin interrupted her. "This one is two thousand years old, but the half of you I eat is three thousand years old."
Feng Qingyu: "..."
Well, she's too lazy to argue with him, then she's half good!