The Buddha bead was really powerful, even if it was shrouded in a layer of resentment, and there was a burning pain from the place where it hit, An Ning only felt that the pain was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was going to devour his whole person, and he only heard someone talking in his ear in a drowsy voice, but he couldn't hear what they were talking about.

"Anning, drink this." Someone whispered in his ear.

"Drink it, what do you drink?" An Ning was in a daze when she heard a man say softly to herself.

Then his mouth was pried open, and a warm, soft thing blocked his lips, and then a warm liquid flowed into his mouth, "Hmm. An Ning let out a snort unconsciously, and tried to spit out the liquid in a coma, but the soft thing sealed his lips, and he could only swallow the liquid in his mouth.

When this liquid was drunk by An Ning, An Ning only felt that the burning sensation in his body had been reduced a lot, and he couldn't help but hum softly, wanting more.

Qiao Zhen saw that the old ghost said that this method was really useful, and scooped up a spoonful of bright red blood from the bowl, put it in his mouth, and then slowly lowered it mouth-to-mouth into An Ning's mouth.

After feeding this bowl of medicine, seeing An Ning's body, which had become transparent, became materialized again, Qiao Zhen's heart was relieved.

"You can take a break, too. I don't think your complexion is very good, but I'm afraid that the master will be worried when he wakes up. The old ghost took the bowl handed over by Qiao Zhen, looked at his cheeks that had become a little pale due to excessive blood loss, and said worriedly.

"Well, don't worry, I'm fine." Qiao Zhen said with a smile, then wrapped himself and An Ning in the quilt, and fell asleep.

An Ning only felt that she had a long dream, and when she woke up, she only felt that she was sore, and she didn't know how long she had been asleep.

"Master, you're awake." The old ghost woke up when he saw An Ning, who had been in a coma, and said excitedly.

"Shhhh

Then his eyes were attracted by the wound on Qiao Zhen's wrist, "What's going on?" An Ning couldn't help but ask coldly.

The old ghost immediately saw the wound as well, and secretly exclaimed in his heart, "It's not good. Originally, every time he took blood, Qiao Zhen would let himself use his mana to help him restore the wound to normal in order not to worry about Anning. Today, before I could recover for him, the master woke up. Seeing the stern gaze of the master, the old ghost didn't dare to hide anything anymore, so he could only tell everything one by one.

"You go and ask Thirteen Niang to help him stew some nourishing food." An Ning lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

"I don't want to eat this." Qiao Zhen looked at the bowl of so-called perfect tonic soup in front of him, and was very resistant, the cordyceps and Ganoderma lucidum he brought from home were all stewed together by Thirteen Niang, the whole soup was black and very viscous, it looked like poison, the smell was also very strange, and the bitterness was full of a spicy taste.

An Ning glanced at him and didn't speak. The persistence of the under-eyes is very obvious.

"I'm really fine......" Qiao Zhen's voice became weaker and weaker under the suppression of An Ning's gaze. His eyes dodged, very uncomfortable.

"Open your mouth." An Ning took a spoonful of soup, brought it to Qiao Zhen's mouth, and said coldly.

The two of them fed one by one, and a bowl of soup quickly bottomed out.

Seeing that the soup was finished, An Ning handed Qiao Zhen a glass of water and asked him to rinse his mouth.

"Anning, you did it on purpose." Qiao Zhen said with a bitter face.

Seeing An Ning but smiling silently, Qiao Zhen understood a little in his heart, but he was afraid that he was annoyed with himself. Although being able to be taken care of by An Ning made him feel very sweet, but the whole process of drinking the soup was also very painful for him, and An Ning deliberately let Thirteen Niang stew the soup so bitterly, and fed it to himself spoonful by spoonful, after drinking it all, his mouth was already numb to the point of being unconscious.

"Thirteen Niang's soup works well, and I'll send another cup in the evening." An Ning saw that Qiao Zhen's face had recovered a little blood, and said to the old ghost on the side with satisfaction.

Seeing the old ghost answer in a low voice, he retreated. Qiao Zhen hugged An Ning in his arms, kissed An Ning's cold neck, and said softly: "Don't be angry anymore, okay." ”

"I'm not angry." An Ning turned his face and said unnaturally.

"And said that there was no life. You can have a string of little oil bottles on your mouth. Thirteen Niang's Ten Perfect Tonic Soup How much do you want me to drink to be satisfied, eh? Qiao Zhen rubbed his head An Ning's neck and said coquettishly.

"You have lost so much blood, so naturally you have to make up for it." An Ning's face was rubbed by him, but he still said with a serious look.

Seeing Qiao Zhen's depressed face, An Ning was in a much better mood, smiled "poof", and said, "Don't worry, the big tonic soup at night is the normal version." ”

Hearing this, Qiao Zhen turned over and pressed him under him, looked at the people under him, and said with a chuckle: "Okay, you also said that you didn't mean to tease me." ”

"I didn't play tricks on you in the first place, the ingredients are different, and the taste of the soup is naturally different." An Ning argued strongly.

Qiao Zhen looked at the people under him, his heart fluttered, and he couldn't help but kiss it. At first, he just kissed An Ning on the lips, and when he found that An Ning did not refuse, he deepened the kiss. Qiao Zhen felt like he was kissing a piece of jade, smooth and cold, and the touch was infinitely magnified, making him can't help but want to ask for more. When Qiao Zhen's reason was about to collapse, he stopped, lay aside, gasping for breath, waiting for the desire in his body to subside.

An Ning nestled in Qiao Zhen's arms and looked at him.

"Tranquility?" Qiao Zhen suddenly called.

"Huh?" An Ning looked up at him.

"Shall the two of us live a good life?" Qiao Zhen hugged the person in his arms tighter and said.

"Yes." Hearing her lover's confession, An Ning lowered her head, hid the tears in her eyes, and said.

"Bang." The bedroom door was pushed open with great force.

Qiao Zhen looked at the door dissatisfied, wanting to see which one interrupted him and An Ning's love talk. When he saw that it was his grandfather, he could only swallow back the words of dissatisfaction.

Old Man Qiao was almost blinded by the figures of the two people on the bed, coughed heavily, turned around, and said loudly: "I didn't mean to. I came here to inform you in a hurry when I had the news of the meat lingzhi. ”