"How can I say it, it's just ......" Mu Qingyang thought a little, and said something in general terms that she didn't know very well, and said a little bit about it-

“…… Look, I can't explain it clearly. When Mu Qingyang raised her eyes and saw the doubts and 'confusion' in the eyes of the two people in front of her, she knew that what she said at her level was equivalent to not saying it.

"Actually......" Qi Tianhong, who hadn't spoken for a long time, looked at Mu Qingyang and opened his mouth hesitantly, but there was no follow-up for a long time.

"Actually, what?" Mu Qingyang looked back at him, could it be that what he said was so 'chaotic' and 'chaotic', Xiao Wu he understood? It seems that her eloquence is not as bad as she thinks.

"Actually, I just felt that there was a steady stream of qi ...... to my body," Qi Tianhong suddenly lowered his eyes.

"Qingqing, you, can't you be an immortal, is that qi immortal?...... immortal qi that can bring people back to life" Next, Qi Tianhong's voice became smaller and smaller, until finally, the small one couldn't even hear him clearly.

In fact, when he said these words, Qi Tianhong also mustered up courage, in the final analysis, he was a person who did not believe in ghosts and gods, but the facts were in front of him.

What Qing Yang is saying now, he can't understand a word, what is the method of "cardiopulmonary resuscitation"? He had never heard of it before, so he just pressed it and blew it?

He felt that Mu Qingyang was just breathing into his mouth and he was reborn, Qi Tianhong said his thoughts truthfully, which was the most reliable statement he could think of now.

"Ahem, cough, cough......" Mu Qingyang heard a violent cough, almost choking on his own saliva.

Mu Ziding raised his eyebrows, and then 'revealed' a relieved look.

What are these guys thinking? How tall are they imagining themselves!

Mu Qingyang's eyes were completely different from those just now when he looked at Qi Tianhong. This Xiao Wu has always been the spokesperson of high IQ in her heart, but now, he is ......

Mu Qingyang raised her forehead, no longer doing more 'communication' with them, it was like playing the piano to the cow, she chose to be silent, said a lot, made a lot of mistakes, no matter how whimsical they thought, just don't take care of it.

...... "Could it be that what I said is not right? And did I let myself guess correctly?" Mu Qingyang's eyes, as well as that attitude, made Qi Tianhong suddenly 'touch' his head, and he even found that when he encountered problems related to Mu Qingyang, sometimes his thinking would become stupid.

"......" Qi Tianhong's words just now seemed to be a joke, but Mu Ziding's heart was a little serious, otherwise how to explain this?

It's just that Qing Yang didn't say it, so he didn't ask, anyway, no matter what it was, as long as it was Qing Yang.

……

As soon as I stepped into the courtyard 'gate' of "Bamboo Search".

"Fifth brother!" Qi Tianle's voice had already shook the entire courtyard.

Looking at Qi Tianhong's pale face and being carried on his back by Mu Ziding, as well as Mu Qingyang, who was wet all over his body, Qi Tianle almost rushed towards them.

"Fifth brother, what's wrong with you?" As he spoke, strings of tears fell on the cold ground like beads with broken threads.

"No ......" Qi Tianhong had a smile in the corner of his eyes, and he reached out to wipe away the pitiful tears on her face.

"The princess really doesn't want Xiao Wu to have anything to do, so he bothers the princess to prepare a bucket of hot water immediately and let him bathe and change his clothes, so as not to be infected with the wind and cold. Suddenly, Mu Qingyang spoke, interrupting the sensational picture of the two.

"Good. As soon as Qi Tianle's words fell, he had already turned around and ran towards the house.

"......" Mu Ziding's hand stopped in mid-air, and he couldn't advance or retreat for a while. It was the first time he saw Mu Qingyang speak so decisively and resolutely, but it made people feel a bit of a general's style. f