Smack-

Jun Moran had not yet recovered his senses, and Feng Wuwu fell heavily on him again.

Her pointed chin slammed into Jun Mo's solid chest, and the sharp tiger teeth accidentally pierced her lips, making her grin in pain, and greeted the unreliable "Dinghe Divine Needle" in her heart.

In a trance, Jun Mo's eyes flashed slightly, and his hands involuntarily held Feng Wuwu's face, "Who are you?" ”

"Help me."

Feng Wuwu's mouth opened slightly, his body was exhausted, and his whole body was crispy and soft, like a feather, quietly falling on Jun Moran's body, motionless.

Knock knock, knock knock –

Jun Moran's heart was beating fast, and his powerful arms carefully grabbed Feng Wuwu's waistline, and immediately like an old hen focused on protecting her cubs, he encircled her in his arms with a protective attitude.

He lowered Feng Wuwu lightly onto the riverbed and let her rest on his wide palm.

"Don't die."

Jun Moran stared at Feng Wuwu's slightly pale face, his voice was not as magical as before, and there was worry visible to the naked eye in his dark eyes.

"Don't die, come back to life."

He gently shook Feng Wuwu's slender body and whispered in her ear.

If Feng Wuwu was still awake, he would definitely be shocked by Jun Mo's unusually gentleness.

It's a pity that she can't hear anything at the moment, she can't feel anything.

Even when Jun's thin lips covered her bloody lips that had been broken by fangs, she still closed her eyes as if she was dead, and there was no movement.

"Don't die, do you understand?"

Jun Moran was angry for her while holding her tightly in his arms.

His voice trembled slightly, revealing unprecedented horror and unease.

When he carried her step by step towards the riverbank, Chasing Wind heard the movement, and followed closely behind Jun Moran.

"Wang, is General Feng sick?"

Chasing Feng was keenly aware of Jun Moran's strange appearance, and his heart was particularly flustered.

Jun Mo Ran turned a deaf ear, dragging the soaked dark placket robe, and his eyes were full of only the dying person in his arms.

"Wang, General Feng Xiao has choked on too much cold water, you don't need to worry."

"Really?" Jun Moran finally turned around and asked about Chasing Wind concisely.

Chasing Feng nodded heavily, patted his chest and promised, "You hand him over to his subordinates, and if you don't have a cup of tea, you will be guaranteed to return a vigorous Feng Xiao General." ”

"Not necessarily."

Jun Moran subconsciously tightened his arms, stepped lightly on the water on his toes, jumped up, and steadily brought Feng Wuwu ashore.

When he got ashore, he didn't stop for a moment, and he didn't care about the hard chasing wind behind him, and flew all the way back to the Regent's Mansion.

As soon as Jun Moran stepped into the regent palace, the whole mansion looked at the motionless Feng Wuwu in his arms in amazement.

Since he recovered from a heart attack eight years ago, Jun Moran has not hugged anyone.

Therefore, when the people in the house saw that there was a little boy with pink carving in his arms, their jaws dropped in shock.

"Stand down. No one is allowed to enter the Ink Dyeing Pavilion. ”

Jun Moran's voice was cold, and he hurriedly drank the maid who was in the way.

He seems to be the same as usual, but those who are familiar with him are keenly aware that tonight he is a little less domineering and arrogant.

At this moment, the iron hand who had just received the whipping and limped from the backyard accidentally bumped into Jun Mo Ran head-on.

With just one glance, the iron hand knew that Jun Mo had a heart disease that he hadn't committed for many years, and he had committed it again.

In fact, the accident nine years ago not only caused irreversible damage to Jun Moran's body, but also caused Jun Moran to suffer from an extremely rare heart disease.

Tie Shou clearly remembered that when Jun Mo had a heart attack, his personality was very different from usual.

If he changes into white clothes, his temperament will be as cold as the water of the mountains, and he will be extremely cold.

If he changes into an aqua blue robe, his temperament will be the same as it is now, and he will not see the people around him hurt.

Iron Hand was deeply touched by this. Back then, he was just cut by a wicker hand, and Jun Moran, who was wearing a water-blue robe, hugged him distressedly, walked on the eaves all night, and coaxed him all night.