The demon who has no son at all: "......"

The more Qu Ning spoke, the more angry he became, and the more worried he became, "What can I do about this?" In the empty shadow, it is the kind of most poisonous medicine that has to be solved by men and women, and you can't be like this, right? What can I do? Are we going to go back to her to get the antidote? ”

But at this time, I don't know what happened on the island, whether there was a fight, and more importantly, when Feng Ling was threatened by her with a hairpin, she also said that there was no antidote, and I don't know if it was true. Qu Ning couldn't help but let go of the hand of the person in front of him, and paced back and forth on the deck of the bow of the ship irritably, "Why don't you jump into the sea and use the sea water to cool down?" No, no, you have four chains on your body, and as soon as you jump down, you sink and can't get up. ”

"Why don't you go to your wife?"

"Can you speak, where is your wife now? What is your name? ”

"Ahh Qu Ning was crazy, as if he had escaped and was about to start celebrating, but he found that he was too happy at all, and he was still being pinched by someone, and there was nothing he could do about it, "Speaking of which, it's all because of that Feng Ling!" ”

The demon approached Qu Ning again and reached out to Qu Ning's neck.

Qu Ning quickly avoided it, and sternly drew a line with the person in front of him, "It's better not to mean 'that' as I thought it was, let me tell you, this is definitely not good!" Think of your son, you are the one who has a wife......"

But no matter what Qu Ning said and how to avoid it, the white-haired man in front of him still approached her step by step.

Dark clouds, completely obscuring the sun.

The storm is coming.

Qu Ning unconsciously retreated to the edge of the boat, and was about to hide sideways, when his neck was once again clasped by a hand that was as hot as charcoal.

He didn't exert the slightest force, and it didn't hinder her breathing at all, but he couldn't stop the burning heat, and Qu Ning only felt that he seemed to be too hot to die.

"That's it, far water can't quench the thirst of the near, it's not practical to go to your wife now, let's go back to the island to find that Feng Ling, and if we want to die, let's die again." There was really no other way, Qu Ning was out again, broke the hand on his neck, walked quickly to the mast, changed the direction of the sail, and let the big ship sail back.

Drops of sweat gradually slipped down Qu Ning's face.

The rain of beans also fell.

At first, Qu Ning thought that the heat on her body was completely due to excessive anger and anger, and because the white-haired man's hands were too hot, she would be like this. But the cold rain poured on his body, and the heat on his body not only slowed down a little, but also tended to get hotter and hotter, which was obviously wrong.

Slowly, a somewhat bad premonition came up, didn't she spit out the glass of wine with the medicine? But she had already picked her throat and rinsed her mouth so many times.

But at this moment, no one knows the situation of her body better than herself!

Was it because she had been holding that wine in her mouth for too long? So some of it has been absorbed by your own body? It's only happened now, is it because the medicine is relatively shallow?

Qu Ning, who was still spinning the sails, didn't notice a burst of cold sweat, alternating between cold and hot and heavy rain, and couldn't stop getting more and more uncomfortable up and down, and didn't realize that the white-haired man who was approaching again had arrived behind her.

The demon's hand was still stretched out to Qu Ning's neck.

Qu Ning was trapped in the result that he was also drugged, and for a while he was a little frightened by the hand that touched his neck, he suddenly let go of the hands that were turning the sails, reflexively turned around, and his neck fell into the palm of the person in front of him again.