Chapter 1517: Fanwai 45-emphasis

puff……
The meridians and chest pain, the throat is sweet, a stream of blood spurts out, the whole body leans forward, she jerked with both hands, so as not to kneel on the ground.
Looking at the bright red blood on the ground, the beautiful face of Mo Qingfeng was pale as paper, the blood in the mouth was not exhausted, and a drop of water flowed out from the corner of the mouth, and soon she dyed her chin, and the forehead instantly came out with cold sweat and supported on the ground. Arms, constantly shaking.
what happened?
Is it a fire?
Why are the meridians of the whole body like the burning and burning of the fire?
The tyrants felt her pain in the world, and the body flew out of the bucket, then fell in front of the ink wind, watching the blood on the ground and her painful pale face, the eyes of the world are very worried, but Can't help her to alleviate the pain, two bright eyes, worrying more and more, looking straight at the ink wind.
Mo Qing gasped and gasped, trying to endure this severe pain. She looked up and saw that the world was full of worry and overwhelmed. She pulled her lips and showed a smile. "I am fine... It will be fine to adjust the interest for a while."
The pain is really no support for the body to sit, the ink wind slowly falls, lying on the ground, close your eyes, very hard to restrain this pain, the cold sweat on the forehead, the paler face.
The tyrants came to her side and patted her on the chest with her wings. The worried scorpion looked at the ink wind. It seemed that I was waiting for me to practice, and after the magic, I would not let you suffer such pain. !
The burning pain of the meridians has lasted for half an hour, and the dominating world is also half an hour around the ink wind. At half an hour, the lustrous feathers on it have become dull, and the worried eyes are also emerging. The layer of fog, can't see its eyes, looks very listless, it looks like a sick chicken at this time.
After the pain disappeared, Mo Qingfeng slowly opened his eyes. After moving his fingers, his sleeves wiped the cold sweat overflowing from his forehead. His face was still pale and bloodless. She turned her head and looked at her arrogant heroes in her arms. There is a hint of concern.
She pulled her lips and her voice was hoarse: "You go back to the bubble spring, I am fine."
The dominating world did not move, still watching her quietly.
"It may be that the practice has been frequent recently, the exercise is excessive, the work is overworked, and the temper will be like this. After a long break, I am fine."
Mo Qingfeng sat up, took out the silk pad, wet it with Lingquan, and wiped the blood on the ground.
It’s really okay to see her in the world, and her body can’t support it.
Mo Qingfeng no longer cultivated, and after drinking a few mouthfuls of springs, he slept on a soft couch for one night.
In the middle of the night, the chest began to sullen again, as if there was a huge stone pressed there, you need to make a lot of effort to breathe, otherwise there will be a feeling of suffocation.
It feels better to sit up. On this long night, she is sitting on the bed and holding her chest.
How could this be? Mo Qingfeng is puzzling, is it too much luck to seal Dantian?
She gave herself the pulse, the pulse was chaotic, the breath was unstable, unlike the phenomenon that Dantian was sealed, and recently there was no injury, why did the meridians burn?
I didn't sleep very much overnight, and the day came out of the space. She did not stay in the alchemy room and went straight out.
Outside, Nalan Yuyu had been waiting for a long time to see her figure of Tsinghua as the moon came out. Nalan Yu Yujun showed a warm smile, but as she approached, she looked very poor, her smile was lost, Wenrun The good-looking scorpion flashed a touch of concern and worry: "Ink girl, you were in Alchemy last night?"
Mo Qing did not speak, but looked at Nalan Yuyu quite deeply. "Wait a long time? Why not go in?"
"Larks said that you didn't go back to Qingxing Pavilion in the alchemy room all night. You are refining the medicinal herbs. I didn't go in and bother you." Nalan Yuyu said softly: "Go back and eat well, rest well, your face is ugly." It is."
Looking at her pale and transparent face, Nalan Yuyu had a slight pain in her heart. He wanted to share some for her. "Ink girl, refining the drug, if there is something to help, even though it says to me."
"Yeah!" Mo Qingfeng responded, then walked to Qingxin Pavilion.
Qing Xin Ge, Fu Xiaxia is ready to wait in the gazebo early.
"Ink girl, Nalan son, please use breakfast!" Seeing Mo Qingfeng and Nalan Yuyu came over, Fu Xia Xia suddenly brightened, so watching them, like the fairy, is very good.
When Mo Qingfeng came over, after passing through Fu Xiaoxia, Yan Hua glanced at her with a deep smile, then frowned slightly, her smile was so bright, and the two scars on her face were so ugly.
After eating grass and grass early, Mo Qingfeng asked Fu Xiaxia to go back to Qingxin Pavilion with her, and Nalan Yuyu managed to clear the building.
Mo Qingfeng is now the landlord of the Qing House. The right to talk is in her hands, but she is only taking care of the opening of the medical hall. The killer organization group is still handed over to Nalan Yuyu.
Can Qinglou is a huge organization group, just like a modern international group. It is not enough for a president to have a good assistant. Nalan Yuyu is her right-hand man.
She was favored by Mobson and others in her life, and she became a strong temper. Now she is born again. She is also very strong. She hopes that she can build her own world in Chu Qiangguo by relying on her favorite skills.
"Ink girl, what is the matter?" When she came to the house of Mo Qingfeng, Fu Xiaxia’s eyes had been moving with her body. Her eyes were not hiding. Mo Qingfeng had a face that fell into the country, and she was bold. Appreciate the land, perhaps her straightforwardness, so that the ink wind is not annoying.

Have you eaten too early?
Mo Qingfeng took a small medicine box made of tiger skin from the couch and placed it at the table. Then he opened it. The white scorpion’s slender fingers took out two sharp knives, and the blade was cold. Then put two bottles of white porcelain bottles and a few gauze.
Fu Xiaoxia scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly: "I couldn't help but eat two cakes when I was doing breakfast for the girl in the dining room."
Mo Qingfeng’s action was slightly stunned, and she looked at her deeply:
Is the two cakes full?

"Drinking a cup of hot tea doesn't feel hungry." Fu Xiaxia said, and then looked at the table full of puzzles. "Ink girl, what are you doing?"
"Is the face clean?"
Fu Xiaoxia said: "When you get out of bed, you will wash it."
Mo Qing glanced at the rocking chair in front of the bed. "Take the rocking chair over."
"Good!" Fu Xiaxia moved very quickly, immediately moved the rocking chair over, just put down, Mo Qingfeng said lightly: "Let's go."
"I?" Fu Xiaxia looked up and looked up at Mo Qingfeng: "I lie down?"
This is the ink girl who usually lies in the rocking chair reading a book and taking a break. She is lying down, isn't it?
Soon, Fu Xiaxia seemed to think of something. Before the opening of Mo Qingfeng, he lay down and squatted, and opened the hair sticking to his face, lying on the rocking chair. Fu Xiaxia was excited and his heart beat faster.
Mo Qingfeng put a piece of gauze neatly stacked, leaving only the size of the palm-sized area, and then evenly poured the powder of the two bottles on the gauze, and suddenly a very heavy smell of medicine spread in the air.
Fu Xiaxia looked excitedly at the busy Mo Qingfeng, and secretly vowed that she would follow her girl in the future, whether she was the most loyal!
"Ink girl..." Suddenly a figure shrouded, and Mo Qingfeng was already standing above her head. Fu Xixia looked up and saw that Mo Qingfeng wore a veil, holding a knife that emits cold light, one hand Holding the gauze with the powder, and seeing the cold knife, Fu Xiaxia was a little scared.
"When the knife goes down, it will hurt a little, and you will endure it."
Mo Qing said coldly, she wore a veil, and Fu Xiaxia saw her clear and cold throat. Fu Xiaxia trembled, and she seemed to see a Shura who had just climbed out of in the hell.
"No, ink..." Fu Xiaxia wants to get up and ask, is it a cure for a face injury? Why use a knife?
She just moved, and Mo Qingfeng quickly slammed her on her chest with a knife handle. She had to squat, lying quietly on the rocking chair, with a trace of fear in her eyes, and she ordered her. hole……
Mo Qingfeng looked at her quite deeply, and the cold bottom had a faint smile. After carefully observing the two scars on her face, she took off her hand and Wu Xiaoxia felt that her eyes were flashing. Then there was a bit of pain in the face.
The ink in the wind was as fast as lightning, and the dead flesh of the scar was cut off. The slap fell to the ground, and the gauze of the other hand quickly covered the new wound, which did not cause the blood to flow out.
When the gauze was applied to the wound, Fu Xiaxia felt a cool chill, followed by a paralysis of the face.
"Ink girl, is it alright?" Fu Xiaxia saw Mo Qingfeng pick up the small medicine box and asked slyly. In just a few seconds, her face was cured. The gods are not so fast!
Mo Qingfeng said while cleaning up the tools: "The two scars have been cut off before, and the muscle plaster and compound Shendan powder are applied to your face, which can quickly heal your new wound."
"New wounds... but I don't feel any pain at all." When I was scratched by the branches, I ran a lot of blood and it hurt her to cry for several days.
After the ink was cleaned up, he left a piece of white gauze and looked at Fu Xiaxia deeply. "You can't touch the wound within three hours. You can lie on the rocking chair and have a rest. Three hours, then I will Come back to handle the wound for you."
Seeing that Mo Qingfeng walked out of the house, Fu Xiaxia suddenly felt moved to tears, and her eyes were hot. When she was early, she met the Lark, and the Lark also said that she envied her attention to the style of Mo Qing, when she did not believe it. When the Lark said, I felt that the style of Mo Qing was so good to everyone. Now she believes that Mo Qingfeng looks at her eyes and is not indifferent.