With a painful groan, Feng Qingcheng slowly sat on the ground helplessly, and his back was instantly soaked with sweat (Supreme Mad Concubine: Chapter 832 of the Fifth Miss of the Ghost Doctor).

Heilan

In the midst of the pain, she no longer had the strength to cry out.

Here it comes

Heilan came quickly while responding, will it take a month?

Don't talk nonsense, find a stable woman

Oh Hailan cried and ran out, but he turned back halfway, and said anxiously: I have made up some knowledge of production, but after all, I have not seen it with my own eyes, and now I can only rely on memory and understanding to deal with my current realm.

It's just that no matter how deeply she breathes, the pain in her lower abdomen hurts for a while, and the pain is so painful that she doesn't even have the strength to breathe heavily.

In the sound of small footsteps, Feng Chengcheng turned his head as if he had seen a savior.

Between the wet hair, a familiar face that she hadn't seen for a long time made her heart sink, her body trembled obviously, and her breathing instantly became disordered.

Tender

Mu Rourou in front of her was filled with a cold aura all over her body, especially the eyes that looked at the bloodstains under her, faintly overflowing with ruthless killing intent.

Rourou Feng took a big breath, her strength seemed to have been completely exhausted by the pain: what are you going to do?

Mu Rourou slowly squatted down opposite her, raising her hand to stroke Feng Qicheng's lower abdomen, but she blocked one side.

What are you doing?

Mu Rourou's eyes didn't even look at her, and said coldly: Don't worry, even if I hate you again, but this child is his, and I won't hurt him

Feng Qingcheng shook his head in disbelief, and said in a trembling voice: If you really want to help me, I will find a stable woman for me

Looking for a stable woman? Mu Rourou glanced at her indifferently, and smiled coldly at the corner of her lips: When Wen Po is found, I am afraid that the child will not be able to save it

So what do you want

Mu Rourou's gaze slowly fell on the scabbard above her right hand, and she smiled coldly: If you want to protect the child, of course you can't protect you

Feng Chengcheng instantly understood what she meant, and his eyes trembled.

She actually wanted to take a disembowelment for herself.

Mu Rourou, you're crazy

A burst of pain came, and Feng Qingcheng screamed in pain to protect his lower abdomen.

Mu Rourou, I'll give you one last chance to ignore me and stay away, otherwise don't blame me for not being merciful

Mu Rourou was unmoved, her wrist flipped over, and the long sword roared out of its sheath, ruthlessly piercing Feng Qicheng's lower abdomen.