Chapter 1522: Fanwai 50-Qingfeng is sick

In the pavilion of the Qingxin Pavilion courtyard.
After listening to Nalan Yuyu’s remarks, Mo Qingfeng was only a cold smile, his eyes were faint, and there was not much emotion.
"You don't expect Ou's day to use the hand of others to eradicate you?" Nalan Yuyu smiled at the ink, the voice was gentle, the light was gentle, and the fingers holding the cup were as white as jade, and they fell into Tsing Yi. Luxury, no one can match.
Mo Qingfeng looked at him indifferently. He saw him laughing at the bottom of his eyes. He suddenly flashed the enchanting face of Duo Zenan. His heart was slightly stunned and slightly frowning. How did he think of Duolzen?
Mo Qingfeng took back the line of sight and looked at the cup in his hand. The beautiful lips showed a hint of ridicule: "Inferior means, not worth expecting."
She is already a dead person. In the face of death, she is not afraid of it, but no one else can kill her at will. One will kill one.
"Ink girl, with you, I feel a lot of pressure." Nalan Yuyu laughed, and the warm sly flashed a touch of appreciation.
Mo Qingfeng raised his eyebrows: "Is pressure? I can let you manage the house freely. I will never intervene in organizing things."
"Oh... I am not referring to this, but your strength is far more than me."
"Is it? You are just hiding it." Mo Qingfeng said indifferently that she had just arrived in this world of strength and respect, and she did not have any cultivation. The martial arts she had had was brought by her previous life.
And Nalan Yuyu, how to say that she is higher than her, how can her strength surpass him?
The two of them chatted by tea, and Mo Qingfeng discovered that Nalan Yuyu was a very talkative man. Sometimes he was very humorous and sometimes very indifferent. He was a very complicated and trustworthy man, so she would be so relieved. Give the Qing House to him for management.
"It's not early, you go back to the house to rest early, I think it will be more busy tomorrow." Mo Qingfeng looked at Nalan Yuyu deeply.
"Well!" Although I still want to get along with her, but seeing her beautiful face, there is a slight fatigue, Nalan Yuyu no longer stays, he knows her tiredness, these days are busy with the opening of Qianzhitang, she Hard to refine the medicinal herbs, already very tired, but also to treat so many people, and now his face is a little pale, seeing Nalan Yuyu some distressed.
After Nalan Yuyu left, Mo Qingfeng got up and went back to the house. The body just moved, and there was a sudden pain in her chest. Her limbs trembled and her hands supported the stone table. Then she did not fall down. She slowly sat back. Position, one hand hangs on the table, one hand tightly grips the chest of sudden pain.
Frowning, painful, beautiful face pale as paper, the pores of the whole body are braving cold sweat, sweat drops drop down the forehead.
It seems that there is an invisible hand pinching her heart, this unprecedented pain, let her shudder.
How could this be?
This sudden and severe pain seems to come every two days, and it is still untimed. Every night, the chest will be stuffy, breathing is difficult, and when the pain is up, each meridian is like a fire, it is extremely burning.
Her now, her medical skills are brilliant!
Her medical skills are not diagnosed as having heart disease, and this is not a heart attack.
Every time I practiced, there was a strange gas in her body, and it was smashed into the meridians. Dan Tian was also blocked by this strange gas, which made her unable to work.
This strange gas is like a naughty child. Every time she is practicing, she will come out and mess up. When she is lying on the couch every night, she will rest on her chest and then pinch her every few days. The heart makes her pain unbearable.
Is this the phenomenon of cultivation and ignorance?
She was cultivated under the guidance of Duolzen, and she would not harm her, but where did this strange internal gas come from?
Mo Qingfeng was puzzling, she could only endure the pain and wait for the pain to gradually disappear.
I have used Xiandan and Zhitong Pills, but there is no effect. She is sure that it is not a physical illness, but improper cultivation leads to a strange smell in the body.
She hasn't practiced recently. She doesn't want to improve herself. She is tortured to death by this strangeness.
It was really painful, and she didn’t have the strength to sit even. She wanted to enter the space, but she could not be conscious and could not start her mind.
She is still very weak now. In the case of injuries and the current situation, she cannot start her mind and can't enter the space.
"Ink girl, your face is so bad, are you okay?" Fu Xiaxia came to the pavilion with bird's nest porridge. Seeing that Mo Qingfeng was not feeling right, it was extremely painful and could not help but ask nervously.
When Nalan Yuyu left the Qingxin Pavilion, she went directly to her and asked her to make some light and supplementary meals for the Mexican style. These days, the refining of the medicinal herbs was too tired and the face was not good. The bird's nest porridge and the ginseng soup were excellent. tonic.
The bird's nest porridge is good to pay for Xia Xia, and the soup is still slowly simmering.
Mo Qingfeng raised his head, his eyes were a little fuzzy, and the beauty was covered with a thin layer of white mist, beautiful and beautiful. This kind of beauty is morbid beauty, and it is extremely distressing to see.
Fu Xiaxia was the first to see Mo Qingfeng like this. She usually saw her, noble and noble, and she was amazing. She was so painful to see her, and Fu Xixia’s heart also hurt.
She hopes that the ink will always be safe and healthy, so that she can always be with her.
In the past, I always felt that life was boring. Since she followed the style of Mo Qing, she felt that life is so wonderful and life is so valuable.
It was Mo Qingfeng who rescued her from the European government. It was Mo Qingfeng who made her live again.
She regards the ink wind as a savior and a god.
She held her, and she was worried and nervous. She said with concern: "Ink girl, I will help you to lie back in the house."
Mo Qingfeng did not refuse, in fact, lying down will be more comfortable, if it is not painful, limbs are weak, she has already returned to the house.
Fu Xiaoxia helped her, feeling her body squatting, her limbs were weak, her walking was difficult, and her heart was hurting. "Ink girl, I will take you back, so faster."
Mo Qingfeng deeply locked his brows and looked deeply at the back of Fu Xiaxia’s bend in front of him. She smiled in her heart, and she would have a day to back?
Fu Xixia backed the bedroom with Mo Qingfeng, and Mo Qingfeng lay on the couch. Her chest was even more boring. She only leaned on the bed and half to lie down, so that she was comfortable.
"Ink girl, drink some porridge." Fu Xiaxia quickly went to the pavilion to bring the bowl of bird's nest porridge, kneel in front of the couch, to feed the ink wind and drink.
"Let's stay, now I have no appetite."
Fu Xiaoxia looked heavy and worriedly looked at Mo Qingfeng: "Ink girl, are you sick?"
"Nothing, over-cultivation." Mo Qingfeng whispered thin lips and looked at Fu Xiaoxia deeply: "I want to lie quietly for a while, you can retire."
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