Feng Jian's face changed, and he looked at Mu Qingyang in front of him, and he actually hugged Mu Xuelun in his arms and cried.

"You, stop for a moment......" He took out a free finger and gently poked Mu Qingyang's head.

"The snort is getting weaker and weaker, but the pulse is getting more and more stable......" Seeing Mu Qingyang, who did not respond, Fengjian said methodically as if talking to himself.

"Mu Xuelun, he didn't ......" raised his head sharply, and saw Fengjian's face at a glance.

"Not dead!" It's just that without waiting for Mu Qingyang's words to finish, as if she guessed what she was going to say later, Fengjian took the first step and continued to say what she hadn't said yet.

"Mu Xuelun, Mu Xuelun!" wiped the tears on his face indiscriminately, and Mu Qingyang began to shake Mu Xuelun's body.

"Don't shake it, he won't wake up for a while. Feng Jian raised his eyebrows, surprised that the corners of Mu Qingyang's mouth actually hooked a heartfelt smile.

"Can you speak faster in the future? After snorting, Mu Qingyang shook off a look, and there was some complaint.

"......" She herself is impatient, and she even blames herself for being slow to speak! Fengjian thought about it for a while, and she couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

"Can you listen to people's words in the future?"

"What is going on with him now?" Mu Qingyang said, his gaze fell back on Mu Xuelun's body.

"It shouldn't be a big deal. ”

"It's not a big deal, he vomited blood just now!" Regarding Fengjian's response, Mu Qingyang was obviously dissatisfied.

"It was when he vomited that mouthful of blood that I said he was fine. Looking at Mu Qingyang, he was simply a "layman", but such a "layman" actually questioned his words.

"What do you say?!"

"The reason why he vomited blood just now was just that there was a breath of qi in his body that was fighting against the true qi I sent to him......" For Mu Qingyang, who knew nothing, Fengjian felt that it was necessary to popularize it.

"Shouldn't it be absorbed?How can he still have the strength to resist?" Looking at the dying Mu Xuelun, Mu Qing frowned, and said to himself in doubt.

"According to common sense, ordinary people should be like what you said, they are already like this, and there will be no ability to resist, but this kid is different, for a long time, in addition to vigilance is defense, over time, these have been deep in the bone marrow, and have become an instinct of his, which is also his excellence......" Fengjian said, as if he was complimenting, showing off a person's skills.

"......" Hearing this, Mu Qingyang's heart was a different taste, not like what Fengjian said about "outstanding" and there was no feeling of showing off, her eyes stayed on Mu Xuelun's whitewashed cheeks, for some reason, she actually felt a heart-wrenching pain.

How much anxiety, fear, and even loneliness does a person have to practice the appearance that Fengjian is talking about at this time.

Curtain Sheron ......

Mu Qingyang thought about it, and subconsciously tightened the arm holding Mu Xuelun's body.

……

"What about people?" After returning to the curtain of "Zhumi", looking at the empty bamboo building, I felt an inexplicable panic in my heart.

"Maybe let's go. Hualang, who had been looking for a circle inside and outside "Zhumi", frowned tightly and made such a conclusion.

However, why are so many luggage still left here? Although there are many doubts in my heart, I can only suppress them in my heart at this time.

After looking for Mu Xuelun and Mu Qingyang for a few days, there was still no news, Hua Lang decided to go back to "Zhumi" first, maybe they would have already returned.

didn't expect that this return to "Zhumi" was a scene of people going to the empty building.