Mo Jiuxiao could feel Luo An'an's uneasy emotions and sadness, his Luo Luo......

His Luo Luo is not afraid that he will not be able to live without space, but is worried that he will not be able to save others without space. Cute and kind silly fox...... , she is not a silk flower that is fragile and dependent on others, but wants to become a towering tree that protects others!

Mo Jiuxiao hugged Luo An'an and comforted her in the gentlest voice: "It's okay, Luo Luo, everything will be fine." You're so tired, good boy, just get some sleep, huh? Don't cry baby, get some sleep. ”

Luo Anan buried his head in Mo Jiuxiao's arms, crying silently, and his body trembled slightly. If the distress can be described, Mo Jiuxiao feels that he is probably injured by the blades of the world, and the pain is incomparable.

"It's all ...... I...... It's not good," Luo An'an said intermittently because of crying: "I shouldn't ...... Suggest...... Passing through the ...... with a snowstorm Come, if the speed of my formation is ...... It would be nice to hurry up. Wind and snow will not ...... Hurt. ”

Mo Jiuxiao kissed Luo An'an's forehead again and comforted: "No, it's all my fault." It was I who took you out of the City Lord's Mansion without thinking it through, and I was careless. Lolo is not wrong, I am the one who is at fault. ”

Luo An'an buried himself in Mo Jiuxiao's chest, tugged at his clothes and said fiercely: "You're not wrong! We're all wrong! Don't, hiccup, don't let me know who secretly attacked me, otherwise I'm going to cut him with a thousand knives!"

"Well, we're all right. Luo Luo sleep for a while, huh?" Mo Jiuxiao fed a very effective tonic elixir into Luo An'an's mouth, "Luo Luo sleep, everything is fine when you wake up." ”

In Mo Jiuxiao's low and repetitive reassurance, Luo An'an's mind was in a mess, and he unconsciously entered the dream. Her body was also spontaneously regaining her spiritual power. Seeing this, Mo Jiuxiao relieved his heart, got up and fed the unconscious Fengxue a healing pill.

Fengxue's cultivation was too weak in the end, but when he blocked a blow, his internal organs were shattered. If it weren't for the contract with me, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to live now. But the wound looks horrible, but it's actually very healing. A healing pill will be gone.

Thinking of this, Mo Jiuxiao couldn't help but sneer. The wounds of the wind and snow are easy to settle, but the severed palm of the old woman is difficult to get. High-ranking monks are not easily injured, and if they are injured internally, they can recover slowly. But once an arm or leg is missing, it can't be cured without an eighth-order bone elixir!

He wanted to see where Qing Xing could get the elder!

Mo Jiuxiao, who looked at the two who were well, breathed a sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to relax his vigilance at all. He controlled the spirit boat to move forward at full speed, for fear that the mad woman would catch up.

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"Come, bring me some decanting soup. ”

The hangover Shi Chence held his forehead with a faint pain and opened his mouth hoarsely. At the moment, he looked lazy and sexy in his bedclothes, which made Qing Shui enter the house a slight pause.

"Young master, are you awake?" Qing Shui obediently sent the decanting soup, and said intimately: "Qing Shui guessed that you would have a headache after a hangover, so he prepared the decanting soup early." ”

"Hmm. Shi Chence responded coldly, and only after recovering a little spirit did he speak: "Let people prepare gifts, I want to see An An." ”

"This ......," Qing Shui said with a hint of embarrassment on his face, "Lord Yuhe seems to have left Tongcheng yesterday." ”

"What!" Shi Chence was stunned at first, and then there was a hint of anger in his tone: "Why didn't anyone inform me!"

Qing Shui's face turned pale, and he explained in a low voice: "You...... You were drunk and unconscious yesterday, and the water didn't wake you up. ”