Lost trust is undisguised.

On the contrary, Ji Jiufang had a trace of unconfidence in his heart, and he didn't dare to think about anything, and even forced him to refrain from investigating why he was so obedient.

After agreeing, Liluo walked over to Mo Feng and carefully handed a pill to his lips.

Mo Feng was still unconscious.

Liluo thought to himself, maybe he could only open Mo Feng's mouth like he had forced Mo Qiu to eat sour berries with him before.

Without hesitation, she stretched out her left hand.

The distance between the thumb and index finger is too small, so you can only use the middle finger instead, gently pressing on his left and right cheeks.

The small fingers pinched Mo Feng's delicate and dusty face, protruding his mouth into a shape, and then the two fingers contracted slightly, gradually moving closer to the middle, slowly sliding to the corner of his lips, trying to pinch Mo Feng's mouth......

"Let me do it!"

Ji Jiufang felt that he really couldn't stand it.

He said in a calm voice, and then, without waiting for Liluo to agree or not, he stepped forward, squatted down according to Liluo, and took the pill in his hand in his hand.

Just as he wanted to use his other hand to break Mo Feng's mouth, he saw the small right hand that was released because the pill was taken away, and he also touched Mo Feng's face.

She thought that with her two hands, she would definitely be able to break her mouth by squeezing Brother Mofeng's face left and right.

Ji Jiufang darkened his face.

He gritted his teeth hard, but he had to speak immediately—if he didn't say anything, he would have to go up and down!

"I said, I'll come!"

I couldn't help frowning and glanced at her with my peripheral vision.

Liluo was taken aback by his sudden deterioration in face, although he was not really afraid of this person, he still felt inexplicably weak, his hand froze on the way to Mo Feng's cheek, and it took a few breaths to come back to his senses.

"Whoosh" to withdraw your hand, then make a "please" pose.

"You come, you come!"

She was humble, although she also felt that humility was inexplicable.

Ji Jiufang pursed the corners of his lips and stretched his arm forward.

Liluo shrank to the side, wanting to hug himself, but suddenly remembered that there was still a fat monkey to save, so he only focused on this side with his eyes, and then squatted on the other side to feed the fat monkey.

It's not easy to feed the fat monkeys.

The little guy was already small, and he had a face of hair, and after being struck by lightning, the hair was paste, sticking into a lump and sticking to his face, and he didn't get started until he was pinched, and there were cracks in a few pieces of skin and flesh on his little face.

It was scorched.

Because it sticks together, as long as there is a large movement, the wound will be torn open again.

The skin and flesh were already burnt, and Liluo felt that if he hadn't been in a coma, he would have fainted in pain.

"What do you think?"

Far above her head, a voice suddenly sounded, and she didn't need to look up to know that it was Ji Jiufang, especially this angle of speaking, she had experienced it countless times today.

"Will you pinch your face off?"

She asked earnestly.

I always feel that when I exert myself, the flesh on the fat monkey's face seems to fall off.

Ji Jiufang also squatted down seriously, carefully checking the fat monkey's injury.

Liluo took advantage of this time to look at Mo Feng. Although he hadn't woken up yet, he could see that his complexion had improved, and the scars from those lightning strikes were healing.

"How's the dantian?"

She asked.

"Mofeng?"

He confirmed. Because she didn't cultivate enough herself, she didn't dare to rashly spy on Mofeng's dantian qi sea, so she asked herself?

"Hmm."

"I just saw that it was already being repaired." As he spoke, he couldn't help but pause slightly.