This can't blame Ye Xuefeng for not being able to get home, it's really careless, who would have thought that he could be attacked by someone at his own door!

Of course, this stick will not completely put Ye Xuefeng down, he supported his body in time, and his knee-jerk reaction was to fight back with a backhand, but as soon as his elbow was raised, he immediately stopped, because he didn't have to look, just smelling the familiar quiet body fragrance behind him, he knew that it was Nangong Wu who attacked him!

Ye Xuefeng was depressed, Xiao Wu didn't sleep at this time, why did she run out and knock her head in a dignified manner? Although her white and tender little hands don't have much strength, it hurts to knock it coldly!

Having the intention to tease his stupid wife, Ye Xuefeng's face changed, became dead white, held his chest with one hand, and staggered back two steps. He was sweating profusely on his forehead, his eyes were as big as copper bells, he stared at Nangong Wu in disbelief, holding his breath, and squeezed his words out of his lungs like a dying person: "Xiao Wu, you ...... How did you put such a heavy hand on me? You're so ruthless! ”

Nangong Wu was also stunned, how could she have thought that this "thief" who jumped down from the room was Ye Xuefeng!! After waiting in the house for a long time just now, no one slipped in, she couldn't help but walk out of the door, who knew that as soon as she came out of the door, she saw a black shadow falling from the house, she subconsciously knocked on a stick, but she didn't want this black stick to hit Ye Xuefeng's head!

"Ye Xuefeng, why are you?" In view of Ye Xuefeng's acting skills being too realistic, playing a dying man was captured, and the panicked Nangong Dance was immediately confused.

Nangong Wu's heart was cold, her tender face was pale, she looked at the wooden stick in her hand in a panic, and regretted it in her heart: "This, what the hell is going on?" Ye Xuefeng, are you okay, what's wrong with you? She hurriedly stepped forward and hugged Ye Xuefeng in a panic.

Ye Xuefeng secretly took a few deep breaths to enjoy Xiao Wu's sultry body fragrance, and twisted his body to make himself more comfortable in Nangong Wu's soft and warm and elastic delicate body.

But with a good cultivation, he forced his face from white to blood-red with his internal strength, and beads of sweat the size of beans rose from his forehead one by one, slid to his face, and dripped onto Nangong Wuyu's arms.

With a strong body, he couldn't help but tremble as he leaned comfortably in Nangong Wu's arms.

Ye Xuefeng deliberately made his tone extremely weak, and forcibly pulled out a miserable smile: "Xiao Wu, you, how can you do this to me?" Forget it, no, don't worry about me, I'm fine......" There is a bit of a tragic atmosphere like a warrior about to be sacrificed.

"You, you're all like this, and you say it's okay?" Although Nangong Wu struggled to hold Ye Xuefeng, several key parts were tightly attached to Ye Xuefeng's body. But this kind of thing, how can it be considered that these things? Especially when she saw that Ye Xuefeng was already like this, she still wanted to care about herself, and almost made her cry in a hurry: "Woo, Ye Xuefeng, I'm sorry, I really don't know it's you, do you want me to take you to the hospital first?" ”

"Don't, I can't move now, I'm afraid there will be problems if I move more." Ye Xuefeng's breathing gradually weakened, and he said with difficulty word by word: "You, you help me to the sofa first!" ”

Listening to Ye Xuefeng's words, Nangong Wu was even more confused in her heart, and she lost her opinion for a while, just let Ye Xuefeng do what he said. She cautiously helped Ye Xuefeng into the house, and then helped him to the sofa.

Poor Ye Xuefeng's weight of more than one hundred and twenty catties was almost all borne by Nangong Wu. In addition, it was anxious and chaotic, and the little beauty was sweaty and panting.

After waiting for the "weak" Ye Xuefeng to lie on the sofa, Nangong Wu anxiously stretched out her little hand to touch the back of Ye Xuefeng's head, wanting to see what his injuries looked like.

"Don't, don't touch me." The sweat on Ye Xuefeng's forehead now is probably real. If Nangong Wuzhen really touched the back of her head and found that she was neither swollen nor bleeding, with her ice and snow intelligence, I am afraid that she would immediately be able to estimate that she was acting.

But Nangong Wu is not a fool, the more Ye Xuefeng resists, the more nervous she becomes, and she has some doubts.

Ignoring Ye Xuefeng's "weak" obstruction, she really reached out and touched the back of Ye Xuefeng's head, it doesn't matter if she doesn't grind, this touch made her heart tremble, because her soft palm really touched a lump!

"Ahh Nangong Wu's eyes showed panic and panic, she covered her mouth in disbelief, and the crystal clear tears couldn't help but slide down her cheeks, and murmured his name: "Ye Xuefeng......"

Ye Xuefeng himself was also a little stunned and inexplicable, "difficult" reached over and touched the back of his head, but also frightened himself, the back of his head should not have been injured, but I don't know when it was swollen together, my heart was cold, could it be that my wife is really an ancient martial arts master? What kind of killing moves such as the Seven Killing Stick were refined?

That ridiculous thought was just a flash, and Ye Xuefeng immediately realized what was going on!

It turned out that when he fought with Mo Jiugong just now, the back of his head was accidentally injured by Mo Jiugong, and he only felt a pain at that time, so he didn't care too much, but he didn't know that at this moment, it overlapped with Xiao Wu's black stick, creating the illusion that she was beaten.

But this illusion can make Nangong Wu sad, she really thought that she had knocked out the back of Ye Xuefeng's head, the back of the head is the key point of people, she wouldn't really beat him to death or beat him stupid, right?

"Woo, Ye Xuefeng, I'm sorry......" Nangong Wu's face was desolate. His eyes were full of remorse, and his cold fingers were gently caressing the bruised and bloody area while shedding tears.

If she was given another chance to choose, she would never knock out that stick, seeing Ye Xuefeng being knocked out by herself, her heart was extremely uncomfortable! At this moment, she even made up her mind impulsively, if Ye Xuefeng really died because of herself, she was willing to take his life and follow him underground!

"Huh! Small...... Xiao Wu, it's none of your business......" Ye Xuefeng seemed to have seen Nangong Wudi's thoughts, and at that moment, he squeezed out an ugly and righteous smile, stretched out a trembling hand, stroked her soft and jet-black hair, and coughed gently: "You didn't mean it, there is a way to die under the peony flower, and it is also romantic to be a ghost, and die under your hands, I ...... I'm content......"

Ye Xuefeng's words made Nangong Wu even more self-reproachful, he hurt him like this, not only did he not blame him. With this kind of injury, he even forced himself to comfort himself!

For a while, Nangong Wu actually had a feeling that he was blind, Ye Xuefeng was obviously a good boy, but he was still reserved and rejected him again and again, oh my God, what did he do?