Feng Lin listened to Ye Qingwan's words, shook his head, and said, "It's even worse than you said." ”

"The blood mouth is broken, the blood can't be stopped at all, no medicine is useless, and there is a very strange aura on the master's body, he will reject the true qi of others, and no one can get close to the ......"

"At that time, I can really clearly and thoroughly feel what is ...... can be done."

Hearing this, Ye Qingwan fell silent, and after a while, she slowly spoke: "So, don't you know the reason for his injury?" ”

Feng Lin shook his head, "Well, I really don't know. ”

What kind of thing can make Jiang Wumian have the same tacit understanding as the emperor?

There was no answer to the question in his heart, Ye Qingwan stood up and walked towards the inner hall.

Jiang Wumian woke up.

But the situation is not very good.

Ye Qingwan looked at the man on the couch, frowned slightly, and said to Feng Lin and them, "You all go out!" ”

The two glanced at her, pursed their lips, and glanced at Jiang Wumian with some concern, before reluctantly leaving the inner hall.

As Jiang Wumian woke up, the cinnabar between his eyebrows gradually flattened, but there was still a dangerous aura spreading at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

Ye Qingwan walked into him and sat sideways on the edge of the bed, his fingertips almost subconsciously touching the cinnabar between his eyebrows.

The breath resisted for a moment, but soon regained softness, and extinguished the touch that prevented her, and, as if something was circling her fingertips, forcing her to come closer.

A strange emotion welled up in her heart, she locked her eyebrows, and looked at Jiang Wumian in puzzlement.

The man lay quietly on the couch, his brows lowered, his eyes furrowed, his face pale and almost transparent, only small wounds loomed on his face.

That's unreal.

Jiang Wumian raised his hand suddenly and walked towards Ye Qingwan.

In the next moment, he was already on her shoulder, as if he was exerting force, Ye Qingwan looked at him and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Come here."

Hearing this, Ye Qingwan bent down obediently, almost lying on top of him.

And Jiang Wumian's hand had moved from her shoulder to her neck, he pressed her head, and then, his lips touched.

Ye Qingwan opened her eyes and looked at him blankly, because no one had ever done such a thing to her, so after Jiang Wumian kissed her, her brain crashed.

Jiang Wumian let go of her mouth and said weakly, "Close your eyes." ”

Ye Qingwan closed his eyes obediently.

This time, I didn't know where Jiang Wumian got the strength from, so he directly turned over and pressed Ye Qingwan under him, and kissed her on the lips again.

-

When Ye Qingwan opened his eyes, he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, and his whole body was weak, as if he had been drained of all his spirit.

She didn't know what was going on, but after being kissed by Jiang Wumian, she seemed to be - asleep?

Did you fall asleep?

She tilted her head slightly, and saw the person lying beside her.

His clothes were completely torn, and he lay defenseless beside her, his skin smooth and delicate, without a single blemish, one hand on her waist, and his head resting on her shoulder.

This sleeping position is particularly like that of an animal.

Well?

What's going on?

Did you get some sleep?

But why is she so tired?

Ye Qingwan stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyebrows with difficulty, trying to find the memory of last night, but there was chaos in her brain, only the picture of him kissing her.

Didn't you say he would be weak?

How was this different from what she had learned?