Chapter 1499: Fanwai 27-I am interested in his mother

Mo Qingfeng returned to the roof and stood firm. The snake on the roof also retreated, and the speed of retreating was quite fast. Just like the heavy rain in summer, it was quick to go.
It’s just that the air still has the unpleasant smell.
The wound bitten by the flying insects is getting more and more painful, like a fire burning a wound, like a pepper water, a hot and hot wound, and a trace of paralysis.
She wanted to go back to the house to deal with the wound. At this time, a white shadow appeared in the air. She looked up and frowned slightly, looking at the white shadow from far to near.
Solitary Zenan?
Mo Qingfeng's face is indifferent, the light is cold, the fight is over, he is only now?
The solitary figure of the solitary singer south rotates down, the white clothes win the blood, the blue silk flies, the clothes squat, the floor is silent,
Mo Qing has swept the gods. At this time, he used the wind and the ages to describe the world. He is a vulgar person. This man is too beautiful, and the beauty cannot be described in words.
"You are hurt." Du Guer Ze Nan is like a star, and falls on the back of Mo Qing's white, how can he describe her hand with white?
The wound has swollen, and it has become reddish in the vicinity, and several places have turned purple.
He reached out and gently held her hands. Both hands were hurt. When he saw the swelling, his heart sank and the deep sputum suddenly became cloudy. "The deity should not let them die so much!"
It may be that her hand is too hot, he holds her both hands, she feels the coolness of his palm, the pain is reduced, and she is so comfortable that she does not want to pull her hand back.
Mo Qingfeng just blamed him for coming late, but listening to him said that she seemed to know: "You just went to kill?"
Are they killers?
Du Gu Zenan gently touched her hand, and the bottom of the bottom was both distressed and related. "Well, those multi-colored snakes and flying poisonous insects are controlled by people. They are controlled in the dark, and you are fighting here to fight with them. In vain, want to destroy them and kill those who control them directly."
It turned out that it is no wonder that the screams stopped, and the snakes quickly retreated. It turned out that the masters who controlled them died.
Mo Qingfeng carried the wind and looked at the beautiful face of the solitary south of the island. If the stars, the lips are like Zhu, there is a complex emotion in the heart. Is this the feeling of being protected?
Tonight, I really want to thank him. If it weren't for him, wouldn't she be exhausted with the snakes here, and then the killer hiding in the dark can easily take her life?
"Duo Zengnan, I want to go back to the house, the wound is sore." She wants to enter the space, but he is, she can't go in like this, she doesn't want him to know her secret.
When I got back to the house, Duolzen came out with a pill to let Mo Qing wind down, then took out a small bottle, sat down beside her, picked up her hand, and carefully poured the powder in the bottle on the wound. Then gently touch it.
The powder spilled on the wound, and the coolness of the bursts came, and I couldn’t feel any pain at all.
Mo Qing looked at him silently. When she was given medicine, his deep sighs flashed a bit of distress and she was seen.
For the first time, I was hurt by a man who gave me medicine so gently. When I touched the powder, my fingers were light, for fear of hurting her.
She who lived for two generations, she was injured before, she applied medicine to herself, and she handled the wound herself. Even if the person who organized it knew that she was injured, she would not ask more questions. It seems that she is doing this, wounding and dying. It’s not a good idea to have a regular meal.
Solitary Zenan is good to her, so she is not used to it.
She pulled her hand back, and the beauty passed a touch of complexity. "Duo Younan, the pill I took it, the powder was also on, I have to rest."
"You lie down on the couch to rest, I am guarding you." Du Guennan took her hand and gently stroked it. When he said this, his expression was very light.
Mo Qingfeng frowned, he is a big man who is here, can she sleep?
"You guard me, I can't sleep well."
Du Gu Zenan looked up and gave her a deep look. "I don't trust you, and you are bitten by flying poisonous insects. I want to watch your hands swollen here."
Mo Qingfeng licked his mouth and let him touch her hand. "In fact, I am also a poisonous person."
"If you don't invade, why is the wound swollen? Will it feel pain? Can you resist the flying poison that the deity can't resist?"
Mo Qingfeng raised his eyebrows. "Is the poison of flying poisonous insects very powerful?"
"Ordinary people are killed immediately when they are bitten. If they are bitten, they will be like you. The wounds are red and swollen, and they are weak and painful. If you don't take the antidote in time, you will die within seven days." Solitary Zenan said faintly, his eyes have been falling on her red and swollen wounds.
Mo Qing winds up and grins. So, is she a high-educated person?
"I have taken the antidote, it is not a big problem." She wants to enter the space bubble spring, she feels tired, just played for too long, she has to rest, restore physical strength.
"Now it's no big deal, the wound is completely swollen, and it's really no problem." Said, Du Gu Zenan held her two small hands tightly, just the cool hand was like this. Hold, a hint of warmth came from the palm of your hand.
"Duo Younan, do you not want me to be hurt?" Mo Qingfeng looked at him and asked him, is his concern at the bottom of his heart really true?
Du Gu Zenan looked at her, and the beautiful face showed a warm smile. "I don't want, I said I want to protect you."
So I saw that she was hurt now, and she was saddened and wanted to stay with her all the time.
"Is it because I have the smell and taste of your mother?"
When he was alone, he smiled and became very deep. His handsome face was a little stiff. He avoided the eyes of Mo Qingfeng and lowered his head and put his gaze on her hand.
The complex and deep flash of his flashing light, the ink wind is in his eyes, she smiled in her heart, if she did not have the smell and taste of his mother, wouldn’t he care so much about her, Desperate to protect her?
Mo Qingfeng said, "I am sleepy, go back to your house, I have to lie down and rest."
After Du Guen came out, Mo Qingfeng entered the space. At this time, she was not at all sleepy. She was sitting on the soft couch with her tyrants. She raised her arm and used her nose to smell the sputum. She had stocks on her body. Light scent, very smelly, like the smell of sandalwood, this taste has passed from her soul to this body, it was only very weak, it was necessary to put the nose on the skin to smell, after soaking in the spring The taste is thicker, just like the whole body is playing rouge powder, and the wind blowing over the person standing beside can smell this body fragrance.
Mo Qingfeng looked at the world and asked him: "Does this taste like his mother? Does he smell this smell and think of his mother?"
"..." The tyrants slouched into the world and looked at her with two small eyes. The eyes seemed to blame her for being too noisy. She only looked at her and then continued to close her eyes.
"It seems that you don't want to care about me tonight..." Mo Qing jumped out of bed and put the tyrants back to the wooden barrel. "You can make a bubble, let you soak up enough."
"Oh huh..." The tyrants returned to Lingquan in the world, and immediately spirited, waving their wings inside, swimming for a few laps before stopping, and then soaking the whole body into Lingquan.
Mo Qingfeng went back to the couch and lay down, wondering if there would be a killer tonight.
I used to think that I know how to study all kinds of secret drugs and poisons, and I can survive in this world. After going tonight, she knows that if I want to survive better in this world, I will not only have a lot of poison. Invading the body, there must be a very high repair.
Since she came to this world, she does not want to live like an ordinary person. She wants to live more spiritually!
Train your dragon spirit beads!
She must find the Dragon of the Dragon to improve her cultivation!

On the following day, the ink of the Qing Dynasty was as usual, washing in the space, and then drinking a few mouthfuls of springs.
The rooms in the inn, calm all night, the tea cups placed, and the bedding on the bed were not passive. It seems that the building could not send a killer.
Mo Qingfeng went out and wanted to knock on the door of Duolzen, the door just opened. There was a woman wearing a peach-colored dress standing outside the door. Seeing the wind blowing out, she came over and smiled at the ink wind. Respectfully said: "Ink girl, are you up?"
Mo Qingfeng frowned, looking up and down this woman who is half a head taller than her, looks handsome, "Who are you?"
"Purple altar, the man of the solitary castle." Purple altar said, her voice is crisp and sweet, it sounds like listening to the hundred birds singing.
"Do you want to go to the south?"
"There is something in the castle. The son of the son temporarily left the emperor, let the purple altar take care of the girl." Purple altar laughed.
"I know, since it is to take care of me, you are going to give me breakfast." Said, Mo Qingfeng turned back to the house.
"Yes, the Purple Altar is going to prepare the girl for breakfast soon."
The purple altar prepared the bird's nest porridge, corn snack and sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and Mo Qingfeng sat at the table and slowly ate it. The purple altar looked at her intently. The delicate face always smiled, and the ink girl was absolutely Beauty, there is no woman and her beautiful in the whole castle.
"Purple altar, how long have you been with Dou Zenan?" Mo Qingfeng looked up and glanced at the purple altar.
"Since the purple altar is sensible, it is the castle's people."
"Then have you seen the mother of Duolzen?"
Purple altar shakes his head, doubts in his heart, what does the ink girl ask the son of the son? She has been with Dou Zenan for 20 years. She never heard a word from his mother. He was founded by him. Even the deputy owner who grew up with him didn’t know who the son of the son was. .
"how old are you?"
"Twenty-four." Zitan replied that she was adopted by Du Guernan at the age of four, and she was loyal to Du Guen.
"Since you are sensible, you will be with Dougan Zenan. When you know each other, how old is Solitaire?"
"At that time...the son was as young and beautiful as he is now, we don't know how big the son is." The purple altar should be, then look at Mo Qingfeng carefully and ask: "Ink girl, you are very kind to the son of the son. Interested? Why ask the son of the son?"
Mo Qingfeng waved his hand, and the beautiful face flashed a bit of indignation. "I am not interested in his mother. I just want to know what kind of woman can give birth to such a son."
Purple altar eyes micro-draw, such a son? Is that son in her eyes good or bad?
On the surface of Mo Qingfeng, there is nothing to look at. In fact, my heart is shocked. The purple altar has been with Du Nizhan for 20 years. He has never seen his mother. Duo Zengnan looks like a twenty-five. The handsome man, but the purple altar has been with him for twenty years, so that Duolzen is not a 50-60-year-old old man?
How many years have you lived in solitary Zenan? How many years has his mother died?
Mo Qingfeng thought, she will not be his mother to come over, right?