Today is the seventeenth day, and Nan Qingmo still hasn't woken up. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although Nan Qingmo's face is getting better and better, but those beautiful eyes are only unwilling to open them for a long time, which is really urgent.

Nan Linxuan looked at Nan Qingmo's cheeks as if he was asleep, and couldn't help but feel even more depressed.

"Sister Momo, when will you wake up, my knees are swollen."

While complaining and rubbing his knees, Nan Linxuan scolded Su Hui with hatred in his heart, all of which was caused by that bastard.

"Sister Momo, didn't you say that you like to eat the roasted scorpions in the back mountains the most, wake up quickly, I'll catch it for you to eat when you're awake?"

Nan Linxuan suddenly remembered, although Sister Momo was always lost, and she couldn't distinguish between east and west, north and south, however, she made a good dish, and the best roasted scorpion he had ever eaten was roasted by Sister Momo herself.

"Sister Momo, you should wake up quickly, otherwise, my father will definitely kill my ......"

Nan Linxuan muttered, yawned a little sleepily, looked up, and found that it was already in the middle of the moon, so let's stay with Sister Momo tonight.

Thinking like this, Nan Linxuan lay down at Nan Qingmo's hand, and fell asleep after a while.

At this time, there was a clear sound of flute outside the window, Nan Linxuan frowned in his sleep, and thought to himself, who the hell is it, playing the flute so late, it is really disturbing to dream.

But......

It would be great if I could wake up Sister Momo.

While thinking like this, Nan Linxuan turned his face in the direction and continued to fall asleep, but what he didn't know was that Nan Qingmo, who had been asleep, moved his eyelids at this time.

The melodious flute sound continued, but Nan Linxuan seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and never moved again, on the contrary, it was Nan Qingmo, whose eyelids were shaking all the time, as if he would wake up soon.

And as the sound of the flute came from far and near, a white-clothed figure floated in front of the window, with a silver-white half-mask on his face, like a night god descending from the sky, and his eyes looked at the sleeping Nan Qingmo gently.

Listening to the crisp sound of the flute, Nan Qingmo finally had a big reaction, and moved his body slightly, as if he was frightened, and shrank to seek refuge.

Seeing this, the man in white changed his tune slightly, making the flute sound gentle, and with the tactful sound of the flute, Nan Qingmo's panic gradually weakened, and slowly, he was about to return to a comfortable sleep.

"Brother Su'......"

Nan Qingmo murmured softly in his mouth, as if he was in a dream, and as if he was wronged, his confused voice was a little hoarse, and the man who played the flute couldn't help but have a meal in his hand, and the beautiful flute sound immediately changed its tune.

"Ink ......"

The man's lips opened for a long time, and finally he spat out two words, and he wanted to reach out and touch her face to let her know that he hadn't forgotten her.

But not yet.

"Who's there!"

Just when the man in white wanted to continue playing the flute, a loud shout came, and before he had time to look at Nan Qingmo more, the man in white quickly turned around and left, leaving only a sigh that seemed to be nothing.

"Hey, that's pretty fast!"

Looking at the figure of the man in white who quickly disappeared, Nan Zhengjiang couldn't help but stomp his feet hatefully, and then, he hurriedly looked into the window, and saw that Nan Qingmo was still lying there intact, so he was relieved.

They also heard the sound of the flute and searched all the way, originally the two of them were collecting night dew in the back mountain, so as to make some medicine for Nan Qingmo's recovery, but they didn't expect to hear the sound of the flute.

"Nan Linxuan!"

At this time, Nan Hangyuan discovered something terrible, that is, Nan Linxuan was sleeping next to Nan Qingmo, and he didn't seem to want to wake up at all.

This also means that the person who played the flute just now was standing here, and Nan Linxuan didn't know it at all!

Everyone is playing the flute next to their ears, and he doesn't even open his eyelids!

"Nan Linxuan, you bastard! Roll it up! ”

Seeing that there was no effect after his roar, Nan Linxuan was still sleeping fragrantly, Nanhang couldn't help but raise his voice again, and at the same time, he kicked Nan Linxuan's ass fiercely.

"Ouch!"

At this moment, Nan Linxuan finally woke up, but he was scared and kicked awake.

Because he sat on a low stool and lay down in front of the bed, Nan Hang kicked his ass again, so Nan Linxuan was directly kicked to the ground by this kick, and by the way, he rolled on the ground.

"What's wrong, what's wrong! Is Sister Momo awake! ”

Nan Linxuan opened his sleepy eyes, and after rubbing them vigorously, he found that it was his father and Uncle Jiang standing in the house, so he looked at Nan Qingmo busily.

Seeing that Nan Qingmo was still asleep with his eyes closed, Nan Linxuan couldn't help but droop his head again.

Turns out, no.

"You bastard, you still said that if you watched, your Sister Momo would be stolen!"

Nanhang snorted angrily, but when he heard Nan Linxuan wake up, the old text was not Nan Qingmo had woken up, and the anger in his heart was a little smaller, after all, he still knew that he was worried about this girl.

Bastard, knowing that he was close to his Sister Momo, Nan Hangyuan muttered helplessly in his heart, but then he was happy in his heart, their relationship was so deep, and their old brothers could rest assured.

"Huh?"

Nan Linxuan, who didn't know what he meant, looked at his father with a puzzled expression, and didn't understand why he said that, didn't he watch here all the time, and no one came?

"Xuan'er, did you hear the flute?"

Seeing Nan Linxuan's puzzled expression, Nan Zhengjiang and Nan Hangyuan glanced at each other, as if they had thought of something.

"The sound of the flute? It seems like...... Yes, there is. ”

Nan Linxuan frowned, and thought carefully that when he was asleep just now, he seemed to have really heard someone playing the flute, and it was quite good.

No, no, no, that's not the point.

"You bastard, I can't remember this, what else can you do!"

Seeing that Nan Linxuan's answer was not very sure, Nan Hangyuan's beard curled up angrily again, and then, he raised his hand to chase Nan Linxuan.

In the future, when Mo Yatou succeeds to the king of Southern Xinjiang, the bastard boy will become her most powerful support, which is good, everything is confused, he is a little worried now, whether it is reliable to hand over the future of the Heiqiang clan to this bastard.

"Hey, hey, dad, why do you always beat people, it's not good to beat people, I'll tell you......"

Nan Linxuan had actually been chased by his father all over the house, and poor he didn't dare to fight back, and he didn't dare to run out, and in order not to be beaten, he could only circle around the house.

Listening to Nan Hangyuan beating his son, Nan Zhengjiang couldn't help but smile helplessly, remembering that half a month ago, he was still glared at by his daughter's angry blowing beard, but now his daughter is lying here quietly.

Girl, wake up quickly, in the days without you.

Dad is very lonely.

(To be continued.) )