: The second death (below) two more

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at her quietly. At this moment, he felt that it was enough to look at her like this.
Feng Aotian slowly sat next to the bed, holding his hand, covering her cheek with the palm of her hand, gently rubbing her cheek, with a small smile on her mouth, "You can't do this again in the future, your life is yours."
Xing Wuyun blinked his eyes, his pale lips moved slightly, as if to say "good".
She leaned over, put a kiss on his lips, and stroked his face, "Master is with you."
Although Xing Wuyun was seriously injured, his heart was calm. He didn't have too many waves. Everything was so ordinary. It seemed that such a serious injury had nothing to do with him. His mouth was always smiling and slowly. The ground closed his eyes.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the windless who was healing him, "What can you do?"
No wind put away the silver needle in his hand and looked at her, "Your blood is useful."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "How much do you need?"
Wufeng didn't hesitate to see her for a moment. At this time, he had recovered his previous indifferent expression. Then he picked up the tea cup beside him and looked at her, "One cup is enough."
Feng Aotian took the cup, took out the dagger in his arms, and raised his wrist. There were still several faint knife marks on the wrist that Wu Feng could see.
"It seems that the emperor often uses his own blood to save people." Wufeng said unhurriedly.
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "As long as they stay safe and sound by the side of the Lord, it's nothing to bleed."
She raised her hand, tapped the acupuncture points on her wrist proficiently, and handed him the tea cup, "If you need anything else, just say it."
"The emperor hasn't slept all night, don't need to rest?" Wufeng took the teacup in her hand, then got up, walked to one side, and found the pharmacy very familiar. Then, he took a purple jade porcelain bottle and walked over.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "You are very familiar with this place."
"Practitioners are naturally familiar." Wufeng replied without saltiness, and then opened the porcelain bottle, poured out two pills, put them in the teacup, and shook them gently to let the pills and Feng Aotian's blood Fusion.
Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at the meteor, "Look at him, don't worry."
Meteor nodded and looked at Feng Aotian, "Holy Lord, take a break."
"It's okay." Feng Aotian thought that she had four hours left. She turned sideways and leaned to one side, looking at Xing Wuyun.
Suddenly, her wrists were lifted up by both hands, and no wind was bandaging her, her movements were skillful and light.
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth raised slightly, holding Xing Wuyun's hand in the other hand, closing his eyes to rest.
No wind raised his eyes and looked at her so easy-going temperament, he smiled and lowered his eyes, slowly handing the tea cup to Xing Wuyun's lips, but he could not feed him the medicine.
"Come on, Lord." Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the windless person who was crossing her and leaning slightly. He took the teacup from his hand and took a sip. He bowed his head and printed Xing Wuyun's lips, prying him away. Lips and teeth, fed the medicine with the smell of blood mixed with the faint fragrance of pills into his mouth.
Wufeng watched Feng Aotian's direct behavior, then looked at her and kissed Xing Wuyun's lips, and did such a bold thing in front of him without any suspicion. He quickly turned his eyes and stopped looking. .
Meteor raised his eyes, looked at Wufeng's awkward expression, laughed low, and turned around, and saw the dog standing guard at the door, watching the movement outside.
He stepped forward and touched the head of the dog, "Let's go."
Then he took a step and left the courtyard with the dog.
Feng Aotian fed the blood medicine to Xing Wuyun bit by bit, then stuffed the teacup in his hand into Windless's arms, took out the silk kerchief in his arms, carefully wiped the blood on Xing Wuyun's lips, and then sat up, Seeing Wufeng was staring at her in a daze.
Feng Aotian carelessly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then poured a cup of tea again and rinsed his mouth.
No wind put the cup in his hand on one side, then got up, walked to the bookshelf, picked up the unfinished book, and looked at himself.
Feng Aotian sat next to Xing Wuyun and continued to close his eyes to take a nap.
The house was restored to its former tranquility, and occasionally there was a crisp sound of reading a book without wind, and the house was filled with sandalwood, which was very comfortable.
Meteor left the courtyard and walked to the emperor's bedroom. He saw Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng sitting upright in the study reading the memorial. He stepped forward and stood in front of them.
Lan Jingshu turned his eyes and looked at him, "Wuyun is all right?"
"Yeah." Meteor nodded, "Whether there is wind, it's okay, but my body is damaged, I'm afraid I will have to cultivate some more days."
Lan Jingshu responded warmly, "The emperor is now with him."
"Yes." Meteor replied, and then put his hands on his chin, elbows on the soft couch, and looked at Lan Jingshu, "It's all because I didn't protect him."
Looking at Meteor’s self-blame on his face, Lan Jingshu whispered,
This matter was calculated by the Emperor Yuluo. He knows Xing Wuyun very well, and he also understands everyone here.
Meteor nodded and said, "Yes, this Jade Emperor is really not easy."
"Which one can become an emperor is simple? The emperor is so hard. The reason why the emperor is so hard is because there are too few people around her." Lan Jing continued to criticize the memorial and said lightly.
"Yes, the holy lord has worked so hard. I rushed here last night and didn't have a good rest." Meteor echoed Lan Jing's book, "Well, you guys are busy, I will go to the meeting."
"Okay." Lan Jingshu watched him turn and leave, raised his eyes, glanced at Gu Yefeng, and continued to work on the things in their hands.
Meteor entered the inner hall by himself, climbed onto the dragon couch, looked at Feng Yinqi beside him, sighed quietly, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Wei Zimo stood outside the courtyard and did not enter. After an unknown period of time, he turned around and walked away slowly.
Two hours later, Feng Aotian slowly opened her eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun beside her who was still asleep. She let go of his hand, tucked his quilt, and then lifted up and left the house.
Wufeng raised his eyes, looked at her leaving figure, retracted his eyes, and continued to look at the scroll in his hand.
When Feng Aotian left the courtyard, she saw the bright red figure walking slowly in front of her. She didn't like to look at anyone's back. She tapped her toes, and in a flash, she landed beside him.
Wei Zimo stopped, turned sideways, looked at her, "I'm back?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, holding his hand, and continued to walk forward.
Wei Zimo raised his eyes, looked ahead, felt the temperature of his palm, and whispered, "Are you tired?"
"You're well, Lord will not be tired." Feng Aotian said softly, squeezing his hand, "Master knows you are tired now."
Wei Zimo curled his lips and smiled, "I am not tired now."
Feng Aotian laughed softly, "Wuyun is seriously injured now, maybe you can hold it?"
"Yes." Wei Zimo looked sideways and looked at her, "Go and do your thing, I will take good care of this place and wait for you to come back."
Feng Aotian looked at him with warmth in his heart, "Okay."
She and him didn’t have any words, they just held each other’s hands and walked forward step by step, until she sent him back to the Floating Dream Palace, and then left without saying a word, but they already understood The other's heart.
Wei Zi was sitting next to the bookcase, looking at the secret letter in his hand, his eyes sank, then he lifted his steps, left the Floating Dream Palace, and went to the restaurant.
Feng Aotian returned to the imperial bedroom, changed into clean clothes, walked to the study, and saw Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng still busy. She stepped forward, sat between them, holding their hands, "Waiting for the Lord to come back. ."
"Yes." Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng replied in unison.
Feng Aotian knew that after coming back this time, the real war had just begun...
Mu Hanjin lay quietly on the bed, half an hour before the second death, he listened to her and waited for her, but his heart was struggling and painful, waiting for her to come and let her Can you watch him and other women in love with your own eyes?
He was clutching his heartbeat, and there was pain abruptly here.
Feng Qing walked in, and Shi was injured. Now he has recovered a lot, and said in a low voice, "Patriarch, the nine women have been arranged, when will you go?"
Mu Hanjin curled up her slender hands, and took a deep breath, "Wait."
"Yes." Feng Qing replied, and then retreated.
He raised his eyes and looked ahead, if she really came, then what should he do? He thought he had thought it through and had all the psychological preparations, but now, what should he do?
He didn't wait for her until Ban Zhuxiang, Feng Qing walked in, "Patriarch, can't wait any longer."
"Let's go." Mu Hanjin had already taken a bath, but took off the crescent brocade robe he had liked so far, and changed into a vermilion cyan robe, which was loose and loose. He lay on the recliner and was carried out.
He just breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't come, so he would feel better in his heart.
He was now carried to the Xiaoxiu Pavilion by the side of the hot spring pool. It was very quiet here. The curtains of light gauze moved with the wind. He looked at a person sitting on the bed with a smooth back and a looming slim figure, but, He has no time to appreciate it, and his heart is cut every time he approaches.
He forced his body and got up from the recliner. Feng Qing led the people back quietly. He stroked his heart with one hand, looked at the back on the bed, and walked forward step by step, just a few short steps. Feeling that he has already passed the whole life, he raised his hand, took off his brocade robe, closed his eyes, and sat on the bed.
He felt the breath of the woman next to him, but he felt very familiar. He opened it suddenly. When he saw her profile, he felt that he must have had an illusion. He just opened his eyes and stared blankly.
I don’t know that after a long time, he still couldn’t get back to his senses. He raised his hand slightly and touched the person in front of him. The skin of the tentacles was very silky. He raised his hands and turned her body over. With familiar eyebrows, he was stunned again, "The emperor..."
Feng Aotian looked at him with a look of astonishment, her eyebrows raised slightly, she restored the woman's clear and beautiful voice, and silky silky silk scattered on her chest, "After a few hours, do you not recognize me?"
Mu Hanjin listened to the strange voice, but she still looked the same as before. He woke up abruptly, ignoring his weak body, got up from the bed, and got out of control due to excessive force. Pour backwards.
But when she saw her sitting on the bed raising his hand, grabbing his wrist, and pulling hard, he fell on the bed, lowered his head, and looked at her in his arms. He still couldn't believe it. He knew twenty. A young man, a man, turned out to be...
No, this is impossible... Mu Hanjin shook her head, got up from her body, and wanted to leave.
"Stop!" Feng Aotian sat up on the bed and said in a deep voice.
The familiar voice sounded, making Mu Hanjin's mind tremble. He slowly turned around and looked at her again. She was impeccable, her skin was like fat, sharpened shoulders, slender neck, gorgeous and squiggly. The face, the phoenix eyes were a bit enchanting, and the red lips became more shiny, especially the flat chest, which is now...
He looked all the way down, and when he saw her abdomen, he turned his head abruptly, no, how is this possible? He still couldn't believe it.
"Come here." Seeing him, Feng Aotian seemed to be shocked, and she couldn't help but feel a headache. She wanted to surprise him, but seeing him like this, she could only take the initiative.
Mu Hanjin followed the voice and slowly stepped forward involuntarily until he stood in front of her and looked at her face again. He calmed down his already confused thoughts. This was really shocking, but, After the astonishment, what was exchanged was ecstasy. She turned out to be a woman, so he didn't need to talk to other women... Then, he still belongs to her?
"The emperor... is it really you?" Mu Hanjin's indifferent eyes revealed a bit of unbelievable, a bit of hesitation, a bit of joy, and a bit of indescribable excitement at this moment.
Feng Aotian raised his hand and covered it on his chest. The softness of his palm made him so frightened that he quickly retracted his hand. He looked at her, suddenly stepped forward, embraced her in his arms, and held her tightly. In these years, this was the first time he saw her body, the first time he was close to her now.
Feng Aotian allowed him to hold him. She knew that he needed to calm down and digest. After all, he couldn't believe that a man he thought suddenly became a woman.
I don't know how long it took, Mu Hanjin let go of her and looked down at her, "The emperor, why are you?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Don't you like me because I am a woman?"
Mu Hanjin hurriedly shook her head, lowered her head, and kissed her lips, "Thank God, it's you."
Feng Aotian knew that he had come back to his senses now, and couldn't help but smile. She hooked his neck and leaned slightly, then he fell on the bed, she lied up, bowed her head, and kissed his lips...
Mu Hanjin opened her eyes and looked at her without blinking, for fear that she was dreaming, because this dream was so beautiful that he did not dare to wake up.
After a night of obsessiveness, when Feng Aotian woke up, she felt sore all over her body. She raised her eyes, but looked at her obsessively at Mu Hanjin.
Feng Aotian didn't know how sultry and seductive she was when she woke up now. Her voice was a bit of a whisper, "I didn't have enough toss about last night? Why did she wake up so early?"
Mu Hanjin slid her fingertips across her cheeks, lowered her head, bit her lips, took her into his arms, held her tightly, he lowered his eyes and looked at her, "Tell the minister, this Not dreaming."
Feng Aotian stood up and ran his fingertips across his chest, "Fool, there are eight days left besides last night. Slowly do this sweet dream."
Listening to her words, Mu Hanjin was startled again, with an elegant and handsome face and a bright smile. He opened his arms and hugged Feng Aotian, who was pressed tightly on him. He had no dreams. Everything that happened last night was vivid At the end, she is a woman and belongs to him.
Feng Aotian watched him smirk all the time, and sighed faintly, "Master, being a woman, is that funny?"
Mu Hanjin shook her head, "My lord, who else knows the identity of your woman?"
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Are you energetic now?"
Listening to her words, Mu Hanjin quickly stopped smiling, "The emperor, when he thinks that his minister will always belong to you, he feels very happy."
Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, thinking about everything he had experienced in these days, all suffering and joy, and now it is only the second death, she can cross him, so what about the remaining seven stages?
Mu Hanjin hugged her, "The emperor, the minister will definitely keep on going. The minister is not afraid of the seven deaths, I'm afraid he won't be able to pass this level."
He once thought that he would not be able to pass the second death. He was afraid of his own body being dirty, afraid of being touched by other people besides her, but now, he is not afraid of anything.
Feng Aotian hugged him tightly, listening to his slightly beating heart, thinking about how many times he was exhausted last night and almost fainted, but he held on and exhausted all his strength.
auzw.com Mu Hanjin hugged her, kissed her lips, feeling the tenderness in his arms, he felt a little annoyed at his unsatisfactory body.
Feng Aotian kissed him back, touching his waist with both hands unconsciously, lingering once again was just beginning...
In the palace, Xing Wuyun slept for two full days and two nights before waking up faintly. He raised his eyes and looked at the windless who was taking the medicine. He wanted to get up, but felt weak.
"Are you awake?" The sound of the meteor broke the silence in the room.
No wind turned around, came over with the medicine, looked at him, "It's fine if you wake up."
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun was speechless and could only reply in a low voice.
Seeing him waking up, Meteor rolled his eyes and looked at the windlessness, "How long will he raise?"
"At least one month." Wufeng said lightly, "Who makes him so capable, will toss himself into this look."
"It's okay, in seven days, the Holy Lord will return." Meteor waved his hand and looked at Xing Wuyun, "At that time, with the Holy Lord by your side, you will recover faster."
Xing Wuyun knew that now Feng Aotian would definitely be with Mu Hanjin, he watched Meteor take the medicine bowl from the windless hand, scooped the soup medicine, blew it gently, and handed it to him.
He opened his lips slightly, and he felt the smell of blood. He raised his eyes and looked at the wind.
"That day, if you were not awake, she cut the blood and fed it to you personally." Wufeng looked at Xing Wuyun, "There are several knife marks on her wrist. I asked her if she cut blood frequently to save people. Guess what she said, she said that as long as you stay by her side safe and sound, bleeding a little is nothing."
Xing Wuyun listened quietly, but with warmth in his heart, opened his mouth and drank the medicine fed by the meteor.
Wufeng continued, "Since ancient times, emperors have always been affectionate. I remember her reputation in the past is not good. I didn't expect that she had such a delicate and gentle side."
Meteor looked at Wufeng and praised Feng Aotian, and hurriedly responded, "That's because they are all people that the Holy Lord cares about. If they don't care, the Holy Lord won't take another look."
No wind listened, and quickly responded, "Oh, that's how it is."
Xing Wuyun could hear the meaning of Wufeng's words, he stared at Wufeng fiercely, as if warning.
There is no wind, but he just turned his eyes and looked at the shooting star, "Then what do you think the emperor treats me?"
Meteor looked at him, "Why, do you want to climb the bed of the Holy Lord?"
"Can't it work?" Wufeng smiled indifferently.
Meteor nodded quickly, "Of course it can, but it depends on the meaning of the Holy Lord, you ask me, I don't know."
No wind knew that Meteor was playing cautiously with him and didn't care, but got up and went to read by the bookshelf again.
Meteor turned his head, looked at Xing Wuyun, and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll show it to you."
Xing Wuyun smiled and blinked, Meteor laughed, and then gave him medicine.
As soon as Xing Wuyun finished drinking the medicine, he saw Wei Zimo coming in. He turned his eyes and watched with a smile.
Meteor turned around and saw that it was Wei Zimo. He put the soup medicine on one side, got up, walked to the side of the dog, squatted and looked at it.
Wei Zimo sat on one side, looking at Xing Wuyun, "Wake up?"
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded.
"Mo Yunge lost half of it." Wei Zimo whispered.
Xing Wuyun's eyes sank, with regret, looking at him, barely opened his mouth, his voice was very low and dumb, "Can the industry be saved?"
"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, "Saved."
"Good." Xing Wuyun replied, "just keep it."
Wei Zimo looked at him, "When can you move?"
Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "I don't know."
Wei Zimo suddenly raised his hand and patted his arm, "Keep it well, I'll have everything."
Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes and looked at Wei Zimo's hand on his arm, feeling surprised. This was the first time she touched him.
Wei Zimo retracted his hand, got up, then turned and left.
Meteor also saw the scene of Shicai, and quickly stepped forward and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Hey, what happened to him?"
"Nothing." Xing Wuyun reluctantly pulled out a smile, and slowly closed his eyes.
Meteor turned his head, looked at the dog, and left the courtyard with it.
In the past few days, there is Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng on the court looking at them, everything is fine, and Wei Zimo in the palace is watching, and there is no omission.
Feng Aotian and Mu Hanjin have been in Xiaoxie for five consecutive days, and they have never left. The red gauze tent is warm, and the spring breeze was once, really enviing others.
Today, Feng Qianning has left Qicheng for the fifth day, and the honor guard is marching forward magnanimously. The distance is neither short nor long. Along the way, she stayed in the carriage and never came out.
With a complicated mood, Fu Han slowly approached this piece of land that used to be Feng Country. Along the way, watching the people's life is very comfortable, he couldn't help thinking about it without the devastation he had seen before. In just one year, Feng Guo has become so powerful, which shows that Feng Aotian's ability cannot be underestimated.
Qicheng, Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao have been busy consolidating the border affairs these few days. They have changed their guards and set up defenses. After this battle, the entire Fengqi country has been reorganized and is now more stable.
Xue Ke lay on the bed and looked out the window dreamily.
Jin Yao just came back from work and looked at her, "What are you thinking about?"
"I wonder if he is in the dungeon now?" Xue Ke whispered.
Jin Yao looked at her, "It's useless to worry about you now."
"Really?" Xue Ke looked at her, "I don't know why, these days, I only close my eyes to think of him."
Jin Yao sat beside her, "Xue Ke, if you continue like this, something must happen."
Xue Ke looked at her, "I also know, but I just can't control myself."
Jin Yao sighed quietly, "Wait, wait until the master takes you to the country of Xuanmo."
Xue Ke nodded and looked at her, "Jin Yao, if one day you fall in love with someone, you will understand my feelings."
Jin Yao laughed and shook Xue Ke's hand, "If I'm like you, wouldn't I be crazy?"
"It should be." Xue Ke replied with a smile.
Two more days passed. At this time, it was the darkness that filled Feng Aotian on the bed for seven consecutive days.
She got off the bed in a gown, walked to the screen, and took a shower.
But Mu Hanjin was too tired to wake up, and lay quietly on the bed.
After taking a bath, Feng Aotian walked to the dressing table and looked at her face, perhaps because of her, her appearance was a little softer than before, her hair draped over her chest, her exquisite body, She raised her eyebrows slightly, turned around, and saw Mu Hanjin woke up quietly, wearing a brocade robe, walked behind her, and embraced her in her arms, "My lord, you are so beautiful!"
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Is it come back now?"
Mu Hanjin nodded, holding her hand, and the two of them walked to the soft bed and sat down. He poured water and put it in her hand, "The emperor, these days, the emperor has worked hard."
Feng Aotian took the cup, took a sip, and looked at him, "Han Jin, don't even think about it."
Mu Hanjin looked down and pulled her hand to his heart, "What is the emperor thinking of the minister?"
"You want me to take a break, but there are still two days left, so I have to stick to it." Feng Aotian looked at him and said.
"But, for seven consecutive days, your body..." Mu Hanjin felt distressed. Although he hopes to be with her forever like this, he is even more worried that if this continues, her body will not be able to bear it.
Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled, "Could it be that you suspect that I can't do it?"
Mu Hanjin shook her head, "It's not a minister."
Feng Aotian laughed out loud, "No way?"
She raised her hand and threw him down on him. She untied his brocade robe and moved her fingers on his jade-like skin. She whispered, "No, what do I want you to do?"
Mu Hanjin encircled her waist, her elegant body like water bloomed in front of her, "The emperor, the minister is worried about your body."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Don't you should worry about yourself?"
Mu Hanjin knew that his body is now being nurtured through her internal strength, and her body is a good medicine to resist his second death. He is worried that after nine days, he will hurt her.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Don't you think I am a woman, so I have become weak?"
Mu Hanjin shook her head and looked at her, "The minister said that whether the emperor is a male or a female, the minister loves you."
"Then don't worry about anything, just follow me." Feng Aotian lowered his head, always taking the lead.
Yi Mu's body has improved a lot in the past few days, and he returned to the Metropolitan Procuratorate with Lan Jingshu.
Xing Wuyun also recovered some vitality. He was still in the hospital, healed his injuries while no wind, while looking at the medical books on the shelf.
Meteor has been staying in the Emperor's Sleeping Hall, and will come to see Xing Wuyun every day, occasionally joking with him, and the dog is by his side, still cold and indifferent to him.
Until the eighth day, Pei Liguo specially sent a beautiful man to the capital.
Bei Liguo's special envoy came to see him, but was sent back by Lan Jingshu on the grounds that the emperor had been embarrassed by the dragon's body in the past few days. Now, Bei Liguo's special envoy lives at the inn.
Meteor loves to join in the fun the most, he heard that the twelve beautiful men are all in the form of heaven and human, and the city is stunning, he really wants to see.
Yi Mu raised his eyes and looked at Lan Jingshu, "According to the day, it will take some time for them to come. How can they be so fast?"
"Yes." Lan Jingshu looked at Yi Mu, "it seems there must be something strange in this."
Gu Yefeng looked at Lan Jing's book, "Do you want to see the beauty who paid tribute?"
Meteor hurriedly said, "Yeah, go and see."
Lan Jingshu looked at him, "Everything waits for the emperor to come back and decide."
Yi Mu also nodded, "Before I know it, it's better to refuse, and the emperor will be able to return to the palace the next day."
"Should I go and see?" Meteor said with a smile, and then left.
The dog looked at him and didn't move, thinking that the meteor is very boring, isn't it just a better-looking person? What catches your eyes?
Meteor originally wanted to rush out, but halfway away, he folded back and watched the dog ignore him, "You accompany me?"
The dog raised his eyes, just glanced at him lightly, then closed his eyes again.
Meteor knew that the dog would definitely not go, so he sighed and could only give up.
Wu Yueguo, Ye Meixi learned that the people sent by Bei Liguo had reached the capital of Fengqiguo, his eyes were cold, he wanted to see what Xia Luoyan could do.
Meteor felt bored, so he ran to the courtyard to look for Xing Wuyun. When he saw him lying in the courtyard basking in the sun, he quickly ran over and said quietly, "Do you think the twelve beautiful men sent by Bei Liguo are as rumored? Say, all the country and the city?"
Xing Wuyun looked sideways and looked at him, "You want to see, but are ignored by the dog?"
"Yeah." Meteor was broken by Xing Wuyun's words and looked at him, "Don't you worry, when the time comes, the Holy Lord will look at them?"
Xing Wuyun's eyebrows are light, and his smile is deep, "Don't worry."
"You're really relieved." Meteor sighed helplessly, then looked at the windless person not far away who was drying the medicine, he whispered, "Has he read all the medical books?"
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, "If it were not for my illness, he would come out earlier."
"It's early?" Meteor couldn't help raising his eyes, looking at the windless, with a look of worship.
Finally on the ninth day, Feng Aotian slowly opened her eyes and looked at Mu Hanjin beside her, she suddenly got up...
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