Bo Zeyu returned to the inn with Mu Xiaoxiao in her arms, and everyone was startled when they saw Mu Xiaoxiao in a coma, and they all gathered around, "What's wrong with her?" ”

Bo Zeyu, who was not good at words, walked past everyone and walked to the guest room.

The people who stayed behind looked at each other, and they didn't dare to move forward because of Bo Zeyu's aura.

Walking through the carved corridor, Bo Zeyu kicked the door open, took a step forward, hugged Mu Xiaoxiao for half a circle, and kicked the door shut.

Walked straight to the bed, laid her down, took off her shoes, covered her with a thin sheet, moved a chair and sat beside her, and finished arranging her messy hair.

The Ice Silkworm Jade Condensation Pill was supposed to be a healing elixir, why hadn't Mu Xiaoxiao woken up yet.

He stood up and grabbed the right hand on her inner hand, the wrapped gauze was still oozing blood, and he frowned in displeasure, it didn't make sense! The wound should have healed long ago.

"Ahh I don't know when Mu Xiaoxiao woke up, and the pain from her palm made her unbearable.

"Don't move!" Bo Zeyu sat down on the edge of the bed, dragging her body and letting her lean against her chest.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, Mu Xiaoxiao's palm was almost frozen by ice, and when Bo Zeyu took Hongyuan away, she could see the fine veins in her palm.

"Ahh Mu Xiaoxiao cried out in pain, "It hurts!" ”

Bo Zeyu grabbed her hand, the green tendons on her forehead protruded, "Hold back!" If he could, he hoped that he could help Mu Xiaoxiao bear it.

"Yes!" Mu Xiaoxiao's face turned red and forbearance, and her lips turned pale.

As the sun sets, the afterglow turns yellow.

The jade condensation pill in her body finally had an effect, and Mu Xiaoxiao felt much better.

At least I can breathe at a uniform speed.

"Prince." Her voice was still weak, her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and her broken hair was stuck to her forehead as a handful.

"How?" Bo Zeyu let go of her wrist with peace of mind, and her solemn expression relaxed.

Mu Xiaoxiao spread out her palm that was entangled in gauze, "What's the matter with your sword!" She began to settle accounts after the fall.

"The abyss is made of ice, and ordinary people can't stand its cold." Bo Zeyu patiently explained to her, "When I was a child, I brewed a lot of medicinal wine, and I could barely resist the cold of Hongyuan, and I could last up to half a pillar of incense. At first, he could only hold it for a moment, but then he took Hongyuan with him everywhere, and the sword was psychic, and the more he used it, the more comfortable he became.

"Oh." She replied in a low voice, her eyes getting brighter and brighter, "Why did the girl in red make it?" Mu Xiaoxiao asked puzzled.

"She brought gold gloves, and the cold of Hongyuan couldn't hurt her." Why did Bo Zeyu feel inexplicably irritable when he thought of her, he got up and flattened Mu Xiaoxiao, and put the corner of the relief quilt on her.

"I ......" Mu Xiaoxiao was going to ask him how the girl was now?

Before the words could be spoken, Bo Zeyu covered his chattering mouth with his hand, "You have a good rest." ”

Mu Xiaoxiao, who only showed small round eyes, looked at him motionlessly, with aggrieved little eyes.

Bo Zeyu looked at her expressionlessly, his hands on the sides of her head.

There was no emotion in the dark black eyes.

"Get some sleep and I'll give you the answer!" Bo Zeyu pinched her face and showed a rare smile, and the small dimple on the right cheek loomed.

Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned, she couldn't remember how long she hadn't seen the prince's dimple smile.

"I'm leaving." Bo Zeyu leaned down and left a shallow kiss on her forehead, and the kiss was instantaneous.

I don't know why Mu Xiaoxiao always feels uneasy, but her eyelids fall uncontrollably.

The last rays of sunlight disappear with the sun.

Everyone closed the doors and windows, but Bo Zeyu resolutely walked out of the inn. The abyss around his waist shone excitedly.

His dark eyes glowed with bloodlust