On the way back, Mo Nancheng was like a chicken, chattering and noisy all the way. finally stopped for a while, and played with Yan Qianfan's ink hair again, seeing that he still indulged himself in fooling around, and even had to pull a woman's hair bun for him inch by inch, and finally provoked Yan Qianfan to bear it and directly rewarded her with a chestnut, which completely settled down, sat obediently in the carriage, and accused him with an extremely aggrieved look.

Looking at her pitiful little appearance, Yan Qianfan was angry and funny, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch her nose, the corners of her lips lifted slightly, and the doting smile under her eyes couldn't be hidden, and she quipped: "You are still wronged." ”

Mo Nancheng's face was full of innocence, for a while, his body was crooked, he comfortably rested his head on his lap, found the most comfortable position, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Yan Qianfan put away the smile on the corner of her lips, and lowered her eyes to stare at the beautiful and calm face of Mo Nancheng. After a while, he reached out and tucked a strand of hair that hung down her cheek behind her ear. His eyes swept over the blue and black circles under her eyes, and he gently rubbed his fingertips with pity, his eyes were full of tenderness, and there were some inexplicable complicated feelings in them. After a long time, he kissed her lightly, and said softly: "If you are tired, go to sleep, I am here." ”

Mo Nancheng suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and said coldly: "Male god, you make me feel so disgusting with such warm oil." ”

The words were full of undisguised disgust.

Unexpectedly, Yan Qianfan didn't say anything, just stared at Mo Nancheng calmly with those quiet eyes, and then when Mo Nancheng realized that he was about to change his mouth again, he raised his hand and gave her another shock, but this time the strength was much heavier than Fang Cai's, and the pain made Mo Nancheng teary, holding his head and calling Yan Qianfan domestic violence.

Yan Qianfan pressed her back into his lap with one hand, and ordered in a flat tone: "Sleep." ”

Mo Nancheng was slightly stunned, raised his eyes, and met his dark eyes, seeing that his eyes were with rare persistence and toughness, he was stunned, and after a while, he realized that he was caring about himself, and he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart, and he closed his eyelids very obediently and prepared to rest.

Yan Qianfan stared intently at Mo Nancheng's face, and when her eyes touched the hairpin on her head, her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and she gently took off her hairpin so that she could sleep more comfortably. Slender fingers caressed the top of her hair, again and again, and the movements were extremely gentle, as if to lull her to sleep.

And Hua Xiyan, who was sitting opposite the two, had been watching the interaction between the two coldly since Fang Cai, and never said a word from beginning to end, and his eyes that seemed to be ancient and waveless were full of bone-chilling coldness, as well as undisguised disgust for Yan Qianfan.

Although Mo Nancheng closed his eyes at this time, he could clearly feel the cold gaze of someone staying on him, like two sharp ice blades, almost piercing her, staring at her scalp tingling. Knowing that the vinegar jar of a certain demon sect leader had overturned again, Mo Nancheng didn't bother to pay attention to it at all, turned his back to him unusually calmly, ignored someone's gaze attack, and then continued to sleep with her.

Anyway, he didn't do this once or twice, and according to the words of the male god, some people just can't be petted.

Well, that's what I'm talking about→_→ but it's also true for a demon leader who has been spoiled by his subordinates since he was a child.

Su Tianmo, who was driving the carriage outside the carriage, had been paying attention to the movements in the carriage, and from time to time he was amused by the words of Mo Nancheng, and the corners of his lips were slightly lifted and he smiled, and when Mo Nancheng was about to rest, he thoughtfully tightened the reins, slowed down the speed of the carriage slightly, and reduced the bumps caused by the carriage as much as possible, so that Mo Nancheng in the carriage could sleep more peacefully.

……

It was dark, and there was silence in the carriage, except for the sound of wheels turning and horses' hooves moving forward. It's just that this tranquility didn't last long, and Yan Qianfan noticed that the aura of Mo Nancheng pillowed on his lap gradually began to be disordered, sometimes rapid, sometimes weak.

Yan Qianfan's brows tightened, and he raised his hand to cover her smooth forehead, and the hot touch from his palm made his face change. In the next second, he had already held the whole person of Mo Nancheng in his arms, and he took off his coat with one hand and wrapped it tightly, his expression was extremely cold.

He frowned and glanced at Hua Yiyan, in the faint moonlight, a pair of purple eyes were faintly visible, extremely demonic, and were staring coldly at this side.

Not useful.

With just one glance, Yan Qianfan came to a conclusion.

Soon, Su Tianmo sensed that something was wrong in the carriage and asked out loud, "What's wrong?" ”

"I'm sick." Yan Qianfan replied lightly, his brows furrowed even deeper.

When Su Tianmo heard this, his heart sank, and he immediately stopped the carriage, turned around and lifted the curtain and got into the carriage.

With a little bit of the faint moonlight coming in from the car window, Su Tianmo noticed that Mo Nancheng's eyes were closed, his face was as pale as paper, but his cheeks were abnormally red, his eyebrows were painfully tangled together, and his lips were panting one by one, looking extremely uncomfortable.

Su Tianmo frowned, and probed her forehead with his hand, which was terrifyingly hot.

There was not even a single person in the wilderness, let alone a doctor, and none of them knew how to heal...... Thinking of this, Su Tianmo's solemn expression was covered with a layer of ice. He glanced at Yan Qianfan, who shook his head lightly at him, his expression gloomy, and the melancholy between his eyebrows was revealed.

"It's hot." Mo Nancheng suddenly muttered unconsciously, and rubbed his face lightly against Su Tianmo's cold palm with his face a little weakly.

Looking at Mo Nancheng's uncomfortable appearance, several people were anxious, but they were helpless, so they could only put their cold hands on her face to try to alleviate her pain as much as possible, but it didn't seem to have any effect. Hua Xi's eyes narrowed, leaving a sentence of "This seat is going to find a miracle doctor", his figure flashed, and he hurriedly got out of the carriage. Yan Qianfan also encountered this situation for the first time, she was anxious and angry in her heart, endured and endured, and finally couldn't hold back, knocked lightly on her head, and reprimanded her with hatred, "I just got sick at this time!" ”

The corpse of Monan City: "............"

Su Tianmo, who didn't expect Yan Qianfan to make this move, was stunned for a moment, but quickly came back to his senses, and then Sen Sen's speechlessness.

In fact, he also wanted to clean up this troublesome essence that would be worrying and let her scare him all the time. Just for now...... Su Tianmo sighed lowly, looking at Mo Nancheng, who was leaning softly against Yan Qianfan's arms and panting low and looking uncomfortable, his brows locked even tighter.

Her appearance at the moment is enough to make him feel distressed, and he is willing to reprimand her again.

Southtown ......