In the courtyard at the back of the Tilting Restaurant, Blood Demon Huaiyin was lying on the edge of the blood pool drinking old wine, while admiring the loveless face when Fa Fa was held in Tian Cui's arms. Poor Fafa, an old fairy who is more than 100,000 years old, is treated as a pet by a teenage mortal girl, either dragging her tail or rubbing her head, either scratching her neck or embracing her arms.

It was originally a mirror that did not want to forge ahead, and it was easy to be dyed with some heroic spirit, and it wanted to become a helper to assist Lao Mei in rebuilding Fengluan.

Suddenly, a burst of red light flashed, and the barrier above the courtyard opened, and I saw a tall man on Jiu Mingmei's shoulder, and his body fell to the ground like a storm.

Huaiyin sighed, she didn't know when she developed this problem of carrying people to play. Fortunately, he was not the only one who suffered, and he was a little excited to think about it. He immediately turned a black brocade robe into blood, got out of the pool of blood, flew to open the door of the luxurious small single room for her, and like an old mother, laid out the mattress, waiting for her to put the man down.

Jiu Mingmei quickly threw Feng Qianji on the bed and quickly checked his whole body. Xiaobai's face was extremely pale, the wound on his chest ran through from front to back, and there were wounds on his face, abdomen, and thighs that had been cut off from flesh, and blood was oozing red and bright. She pressed her forehead against his, muttering his name.

"Wind Qianji, Wind Qianji, Wind Qianji......"

A golden glow flashed across his forehead, as if his soul was responding to her whisper. Very good, the soul is still in the body, and there is no soul to return to the underworld, just turn the bones into charm. Her golden eyes flashed, and a bright red plum appeared on her fair cheeks. Plain refers to the slender fiber, pulling out the red silk strips, threading the needle and thread, and sewing the skin and flesh.

Blood Demon Huaiyin watched from the sidelines, and from time to time he beat his hands to help wipe the blood, break the thread or something. After a meeting with her magic capital 70,000 years ago, the two of them drank thousands of times and formed a bond. Later, I found out more and more that there was a very good opponent in the wine field, and we could also figure out the trick of winning the wine fight together. Since she hit her, she fell in love with Dongjun. He often ran to the heavenly realm. The two rarely see each other, but the affection polished on the wine field is unbreakable. Even if you don't see each other for 10,000 years, goodbye is not half strange. This is an ordinary person. Affection that cannot be understood.

Knowing her for 70,000 years. It was the first time I saw her look so serious. In the golden pupils, there is no room for anything other than this mortal man. Rao is the time when Huaiyin secretly sneaked into the wind and streams to find her to play. She relied on Dongjun desperately, her eyes were as bright as stars, but she had never been like now.

"He's fine, you ......" Huaiyin thought for a while and said, "Don't panic." ”

"I know," Jiu Mingmei stared at the wound on Feng Qianji's face, and the sewing movements of her hands did not stop, "I don't allow him to have anything, even if he has something, he has to give me a life." ”

Huaiyin coughed, she had such a serious face, she was really not used to it, so she laughed and quipped: "Mingmei, this man, have you looked at it?" ”

"Yes," Jiu Mingmei replied solemnly, "the man I look at, my man." ”

Huaiyin knew that he didn't need to ask anymore and didn't need to care anymore, so he honestly withdrew from the room, closed the door, and locked it outside with Tian Cui and Fafa. He soaked back in the pool of blood, picked up the wine jar and took a sip, and Ang Tian sighed at the blood-colored moon: The female is not staying~~

In the room, the skin and flesh of Feng Qianji's whole body have been completely filled, the little white face is as handsome as ever, and the chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and biceps muscles are as strong and beautiful as ever. She repaired the torn purple gauze and put it on him gently. I looked up and down, left and right, and still felt that something was missing.

Finally, the phoenix's eyes froze on his closed eyes. Well, those big and charming eyes, they look very enchanting on weekdays, and they are very eye-catching. Especially when he looked at her deeply, as if he wanted to imprint her in his pupils and prick her in his heart, the starlight circulating there could really be blinding.

Jiu Mingmei stretched out her little hand and covered his cheek: "Feng Qianji, why did you give up the throne?" ”

Jiu Mingmei stretched out her little hand, her fingertips twisted his eyelids, trying to force him to open his eyes: "Feng Qianji, as a goddess, I have no use value, and our alliance has long since collapsed." What are you still chasing after me in vain? ”

Jiu Mingmei stretched out her little hand and pinched his abdominal muscles, well, comfortable. The skin under her palm jumped suddenly, and she smiled, her fingertips roaming over his skin, all the way to the small bean on his chest.

"Feng Qianji, why haven't you woken up yet? Isn't it ......" The voice did not fall, and the fingertips pinched, twisted, soft, and pinched hard...... I saw that Feng Qianji's little white face flickered red, flickered black, flickered purple, and burst out of his eyes with a wail, echoing in the room.

As soon as Tian Cui heard this wail, he immediately exploded, but he couldn't get in again, so he had to ask Huaiyin tremblingly: "What's wrong with His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince?" Isn't it too badly hurt......"

Huaiyin squinted his eyes slightly, and replied coldly: "It's very heavy, and it needs to be treated with heavy medicine." But don't worry, the louder you howl, the faster you get better. ”

"Yes...... Does that make sense? ”

"Well, yes."

Mei Shen Dafa is good, and the coma is completely cured. If you want to ask how to cure it, you don't want beans.

A pair of familiar big eyes finally opened his eyelids, revealing his bright pupils. Feng Qianji whimpered for a while, and said aggrievedly: "Mei'er, this greeting gift, Te's shabby, can you change it?" ”

"Okay," Jiu Mingmei glanced at his lower body, a smile on the corner of her lips, "Try?" ”

"Ahem, next time, next time." Feng Qianji smiled, "I also have a meeting gift this time, which I want to give to Mei'er." ”

"Oh?"

"I can answer all your questions." Feng Qianji said, "Why did you give up the throne, why did you chase after you in vain, why did you chase you to Miyang County to save you, why did you have to come to this demon world, why did you have to find you, why did you ...... Just because in the city of thousands of machines, I will not regret killing my father, he owes my mother and the lives of tens of millions of Shushu people, and I only get a little bit back from him. And the only thing I regret in my life is that I couldn't spend a few decades with you. There's nothing more than not being there for you when you need it most. There is nothing more than that, at the moment of death, there is no way to regret it. Mei'er, this answer, I hid it in my heart, I never had the opportunity to say it to you, at first I knew the truth of Qianji City, I complained about you, annoyed you, and didn't want to say it. Now, I just want to be honest with you and give you a moment of warmth. Will you give it to me? (To be continued.) )