He said some of the essentials that she should pay attention to when meditating at the moment, Feng Qingyu was stunned for a moment, his tone was like a master's tone to his apprentice-

Some pictures seemed to flash in front of him, he urged her to practice, she was so tired that she simply plunged into his arms, hugged his waist and was half coquettish and half complaining, wanting to ask for a free time.

And his answer is often to take her directly in his arms, meditate with her, and while unclogging her sour veins, he knocks her on the head and scolds her for being a lazy worm......

My heart jumped again, as if some warmth came up, and there was a faint suffocation.

She shook her head, subconsciously shaking the image away.

The way of meditation that Emperor Shiyin said was exactly what she was doing, and she didn't have to joke with her body in order to sing a play against him.

After glancing at him, he sat down as he said, meditated with his eyes closed, and breathed silently.

Time passed slowly in the process of her pranayama, and I don't know how long it took, but she finally finished her exercises, and slowly opened her eyes to feel refreshed.

She took a pleasant breath of fresh air, and felt her body flutter.

"How does it feel?" Behind him, there was a slightly hoarse inquiry from Emperor Shiyin.

"Not bad. Most of his strength has been restored. Feng Qingyu replied, she stretched her waist, and there was a faint excitement in her heart.

After saying a word, there was no movement behind it.

She subconsciously looked back, but saw that Emperor Shiyin had been lying there, with his long sword in his hand, and his cheeks were slightly flushed, as if he was asleep and in a coma......

She was startled, and subconsciously touched his forehead, her fingers suddenly stiffened, and he had a high fever!

When he was meditating by himself just now, he struggled to keep his consciousness awake and defend himself, right?

"Hey, wake up, wake up." Feng Qingyu patted his cheek, but he still didn't react, and the high fever became worse and worse, and the original thin ankle body burned into a pale pink color.

And blood oozed out of the original wound, re-staining his white robe.

Feng Qingyu frowned, it's not okay for blood to flow like this!

She clicked on the acupuncture points around his wound again, stitched up the wound he had just opened, and applied healing ointment to finally stop the bleeding.

The bleeding stopped, but his body became hotter and hotter, and it felt like a small stove, and Feng Qingyu's heart was beating in horror.

He won't spontaneously combust if he burns like this, right?!

He is not a phoenix, he will say nirvana.

If it spontaneously combusts, it is also a charred fox......

The shadow of the stinky scorched fox flashed in his mind again, and he was stunned in his heart, and looked down at Emperor Shiyin, whose face was burned into a cloud, and he really couldn't connect him with the little fox......

Sighing, the most important thing now is to lower his temperature.

Fortunately, it was on the beach, close to the water source, so she simply tore off a corner of her skirt and moistened it to cool him down......

After being busy like this for half an hour, I touched his forehead again, and the high fever subsided slightly, but others were groggy and still didn't mean to wake up for half a minute.

Will he just be unable to sleep?

This thought flashed in her mind like lightning, and she was inexplicably a little scared in her heart, and a trace of fear came to her—

She had never had this kind of emotion since she was reborn from Nirvana! It made her a little new and a little frightened.

Di Shiyin, who was in a coma, suddenly trembled slightly.