Mo Feibai was stared at by her, and a small mountain was squeezed out between his eyebrows under the mask.

Feng Qian's long hand reached over and lifted Mo Feibai's mask.

Xu had already seen it, but Mo Feibai didn't dodge it, and looked at what she wanted to do.

Feng Qian held his chin and commented one by one, "With red lips and white teeth, he can barely be regarded as a beautiful man." ”

The corners of Mo Feibai's mouth twitched slightly, he was Mo Ling's recognized beauty prince, reluctantly? Is this woman lame?

Feng Qian blinked and pushed his elbow, "Eh, how about a discussion?" ”

Mo Feibai subconsciously stepped back, looking defensive, "What bad idea are you fighting?" ”

"How can you say that I am also your savior, don't you have a point?"

Mo Feibai frowned slightly, didn't she count as her guard in January?

However, he is not a stingy person, after all, he saved his life, and it is not too much to ask for something.

"Wait for me to return to the ink ......" Mo Feibai coughed lightly, almost leaking his mouth, "When I get home, whatever gold, silver and jewelry you want, I will send someone to bring it to you." ”

Feng Qian shook his head, "I don't want money." ”

Mo Feibai looked at the woman with bright eyes in front of him, as if he had guessed what she wanted, and suddenly felt a little irritated in his heart, "Then what do you want?" ”

"You told me before that the endless beauty of the man still counts?"

Mo Feibai's face was so black that he could drip ink, and said lightly: "I've been your guard for a month." ”

The implication is that there are quite a lot of requirements, and it is impossible for a beautiful man!

Looking at Mo Feibai, who left angrily, Feng Qian stroked his forehead, there is no negotiation, there is no negotiation, it is so atmospheric!

Capturing a beautiful man is a long way to go.

thinks that she is an empress, and she has to survive so hard.

Sadly, it would be nice if Master was here.

Master is the most beautiful man in heaven and earth, unstained with dust.

Thinking of Master, Feng Qian's eyes darkened, she must live, she must return to the Divine Netherworld to find Master.

On the second day, Feng Qian was still holding a flag and wandering around.

It's really that she encountered an incurable disease, and it's not too difficult to say, but the fetal position is not correct and it is difficult to give birth.

Feng Qian shrugged his shoulders, dropped the hanging flag, pressed it on the pregnant woman's belly, and slowly gave the pregnant woman a positive fetal position after feeling out the skull.

Pedestrians on the side watched her touch the pregnant woman's belly like a method, and couldn't help but be a little suspicious, "This girl is fooling, right?" ”

Just touch it around like this, and you'll be fine?

But after a while, Feng Qian directly told the midwife on the side that he was going to deliver the baby.

The midwife looked at her in horror, "You girl, how do you deliver the baby in this blue sky?" ”

Feng Qian raised his eyebrows slightly, life is important or name is important.

But she didn't ask, she knew the answer.

The ancients were the most pedantic.

Feng Qian untied Mo Feibai's cloak, and pointed to the husband of the woman on the side, "Take off your clothes." ”

Feng Qian asked the two of them to pull up the curtain around the pregnant woman, and surrounded the midwife and the pregnant woman inside.

The midwife called out in surprise, "I see the head, I see the head." ”

After a while, the cry of a child could be heard through the curtain.

Feng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the child held by the midwife, his face softened slightly.

The man on the side scratched his head embarrassedly, "Divine doctor, please give the child a name, right?" The surname of the contemptible person is Jiang. ”。

"Since it's a boy, it's better to call Jiang Nianci."