Lian Mo looked at the sympathetic woman beside him, and held her soft palm tightly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "She should have died!" Qingqing does not need to be merciful. ”

Shen Qing shook his head: "Where do I pity her?" It's just that I feel sorry for Mr. Yin. ”

How painful it is for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person. She was so eager to go that she didn't even have time to talk to her father.

No matter how important Lian Che is in her heart, but in a person's life, there is not only love, how can she be willing to let her father experience such pain!

Feng Qingyun's face is still that kind of evil spirit, casual smile, martyrdom? It seems to be kind of interesting.

Mu Liuyun was still calm, and his glass-colored eyes only showed a worried look when they were on Shen Qing's body.

The rare midday sun pierced the clouds, pierced through the thick fog, and shot straight down, shining on the two bodies of a man and a woman.

Shen Qing felt that the light was a little dazzling, narrowed her eyes slightly, and held Lian Mo's hand with her backhand, where the cold could soothe her heavy heart.

In the final analysis, she should be half responsible for Lian Che's death.

If it weren't for her, maybe ......

Even if he wanted him to die before, but at the moment when he died because of her, boundless fear struck, Yin Luo was right, she didn't deserve his love.

There was a muffled coughing sound in my ears.

Shen Qing looked up and saw Lian Mo's flushed face that was trying his best to suppress his cough.

Her face turned pale, and she was at a loss. "Lian Mo, don't bear it!"

While hurriedly checking his pulse with medicine, before he could touch the pulse, Lian Mo suddenly coughed violently, "Poof." With a bang, blood spurted out of his mouth.

Shen Qing's little face turned white with fright, and the hand that wanted to take his pulse kept trembling.

Seeing this, Feng Qingyun and Mu Liuyun hurriedly walked over, and on one side, they helped Lian Mo to sit down on a big rock.

Feng Qingyun's finger was on Lian Mo's wrist, and after a while, he muttered: "It should be caused by Lian Che's palm power just now, but now the real qi is running around, and it hurts my heart." Although it hurts my heart, fortunately, my cultivation is good, and I will be able to raise it for a while, and there is no big problem. ”

Shen Qing followed, squatting in front of Lian Mo, shaking his hand and holding the wrist on the other side. After half a ring, Fang Cai breathed a sigh of relief.

The next moment, her hand had fallen into Lian Mo's hand and was tightly wrapped by him. Lian Mo finally stopped coughing: "I'm fine, Qingqing." He reassured.

The other hand stroked her anxious eyebrows and eyes, and said distressedly: "But even if I am a little injured, I will not die, and I am reluctant." ”

His cool fingertips seemed to have magical power, reassuring her once more.

Feng Qingyun looked at Lian Mo who was seriously injured and did not forget to comfort Shen Qing, and a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes.

He took out a small blue porcelain bottle from his bosom and took a pill. "Eat this first, and then I'll help you with your luck and conditioning when I go back."

Shen Qing couldn't help but feel annoyed again, patronizing and worrying, he actually forgot to take the medicine, is it really a matter of concern.

Mu Liuyun, who was standing on the side, looked at them quietly, with no joy or anger in his eyes.

How Lian Mo's injury came about, probably except for Shen Qing, everyone knows it.

He always thought that he was the person who loved her the most in the world, but today he didn't even fight officially, and he was defeated at the hands of that man.

It turned out that he still hadn't done enough!

In the simply furnished wooden house, Lian Mo was lying on the bed with pale lips, and Shen Qingzheng took a handkerchief to clean up the blood stains on his face.

Wiped his cheeks clean, and frowned when his gaze fell on his mottled white robe.

The wound on his arm had already stained most of his sleeve red.

She bit her lower lip, scolding herself for being careless in her heart, when she was in the hall, she was immersed in the shock of Lian Che's death because of her, and she didn't notice that the man next to her actually took the fatal knife for her.

The man's face was very white, like a wounded white jade, he was lying quietly on the bed, and his eyebrows and eyes, which were usually cold, now looked pure and harmless.

She stroked her fingertips gently.

Perhaps it was her movements that kept him awake, and his long eyelashes quivered slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Shen Qing hurriedly withdrew his hand, unable to bear to wake him up.

She struggled to help him up and unfastened his robe.

It took a long time to reluctantly take off the man's robe.

The man's well-defined chest is presented in front of him, glowing with a lustrous sheen.

Shen Qing's eyes flashed unnaturally, although the two had already had a skin-to-skin relationship, it was the first time they had looked at his body so blatantly.

"Does Qingqing like what you see?" A cold male voice came overhead.

Shen Qing's frightened hand shook, his eyes rolled, and he met the man's playful gaze.

He was slightly cool and stroked her hot cheeks, "It seems that Qingqing is very satisfied with her husband's figure." ”

Shen Qing knocked his hand off and glared at him hatefully. "When did you wake up?"

Lian Mo raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I just woke up... I saw Qingqing's squinting look! ”

Shen Qing glared at him fiercely and gently pulled his injured arm. "Don't make a fuss, I'll bandage you first."

It was rare to see her shy look, and Lian Mo only felt that the woman at this time was smiling with an alternative style, and he felt unbearable when he saw it.

Shen Qing felt the man's excessively hot gaze, and his heart beat a little faster. She lowered her eyes by treating the wound, trying to force the heat off her face.

I don't know if it was because I was overly nervous or what, but when I tied the knot, my hand slipped and accidentally hit the bruise on his back.

The man's muscles under his palm spasmed almost imperceptibly. Shen Qing hurriedly raised his head: "How is it?" Did I hurt you? ”

That's where he got his palm, it must have hurt!

Lian Mo couldn't bear to see her blame herself, forcibly suppressed the pain on her body, relaxed her body and said, "It doesn't hurt!" ”

Shen Qing was suspicious: "Really? ”

Lian Mo leaned over with a smile, quickly imprinted a kiss on her lips, and said with a smile: "Can I say, clear fingers, remind me of some good memories?" ”

Shen Qing's face turned red again, and he twisted his chest angrily, and reprimanded: "You rascal!" ”

"Knock knock!"

There was a low knock on the door. Shen Qing pushed away Lian Mo, who was leaning over, found a clean dress for him to change into, and then turned around and opened the door.

The face of the wind and clouds appeared in sight, and the silver white hair was enchanting in the dark night.

Shen Qing's gaze fell on his hand, and a steaming medicine bowl appeared in front of him.

She was slightly surprised: "Master, boiled the medicine so quickly?" ”

Feng Qingyun handed over the medicine bowl in his hand and said in a strange manner. "It took so long to open the door, isn't it for the teacher?"

She reached out and took it, ignoring his teasing. "Thank you, Master!"

Feng Qingyun hooked his lips and smiled, walked in by himself, and said to Lian Mo: "Shizi feels better now?" ”

Lian Mo moved his body up, leaned on the soft pillow behind him, and responded with a smile: "Thank you Senior Feng for your concern, it's much better now." ”

Turning his gaze between the two, Feng Qingyun instructed: "That's fine, you have a good rest, I'll go first." ”

After speaking, he winked ambiguously at Shen Qing, turned around and walked out of the room. (To be continued.) )