Anyway, no matter what, the prince just wakes up.

"You're going out again." Feng Yan said: "Fetch the altar of spirits for Ben General." ”

"Will...."Hearing this, Xuan Yi almost shouted in surprise, if it weren't for Feng Yan's eyes coming in time, I'm afraid that the scene just now would be staged again.

"Ahem...."Xuan Yi scratched his head in embarrassment, and then asked in a low voice, "The general wants to drink?" And the prince? ”

"Can you drink it?" Let's not talk about her, Uncle Mo Ze seems to be able to drink now?

"If you want to drink....." Without waiting for Xuanyi to answer, the person on the sickbed took the lead and said gently.

"What's the matter with you?" Feng Yu glanced at Uncle Mo Ze angrily, and immediately looked at Xuanyi, "Take a basin of water and some gauze." ”

"Oh..... "Clear water, gauze, that's not drinking." But..... What does the general want to do with these?

"Go." Seeing that Xuan Yi did not move, Feng Yan was impatient to speak coldly.

"Yes." Hearing the sound, Xuanyi's nerves jumped, and he turned around and ran towards the door.

......

After Xuanyi left, Feng Yan held the pulse of Uncle Mo Ze with his backhand and measured it carefully.

"Hey, when will you be able to heal?" Looking at Feng Yan's movements, Uncle Mo Ze hid a little surprise under his indifferent smile.

"No, it won't." Feng Yan said lightly.

"Then what are you ....." Uncle Mo Ze was puzzled.

Hearing this, Feng Yan didn't say anything, just stared at Uncle Mo Ze's eyes calmly.

Through these eyes, Feng Yan seemed to be looking for something.

"Ahem..... You continue. After being stared at for so long, Uncle Mo Ze turned his head slightly embarrassed.

Was it his delusion?

How did he feel that today's Yan'er was very different.

Although his appearance has not changed, his temperament is still so indifferent and cold, but his eyes are ...... But a lot has changed.

In the past, this woman's eyes were clear, and even if she didn't say anything, he could see it clearly.

But now.....

In Feng Yan's eyes, there seemed to be a deep pool, and there was no bottom at all.

Not only that, but after being stared at by those dark and deep eyes for a long time, I have a feeling that I have been spied on completely.

"When did you wake up?" Feng Yan held the pulse with one hand, and gently stroked the wound of Uncle Mo Ze with the other.

But in half a month, rotten flesh was born!

How the hell do those quacks treat?!

"After you come in." Uncle Mo Ze replied truthfully.

"How did you wake up?" Feng Yan withdrew his hand and turned his eyes to look at Uncle Mo Ze.

She woke up as soon as she came, so amazing?

"I smell your flesh." Uncle Mo Ze smiled.

For some reason, he was born with an inexplicable sense of recognition for the smell of blood.

Even on the battlefield where corpses were strewn and blood flowed heavily, Feng Yan walked into him, and he only had to smell it lightly to know if the woman was injured and bleeding.

As time passed, he became more and more sensitive to the smell of Feng Xiang's blood.

As long as the woman was injured within a foot of him, whether she was unconscious or asleep, she would wake up in vain.

"Hey." Uncle Mo Ze didn't say it, she almost forgot.

Since we met when we were young, once after she was unintentionally injured, this man inexplicably turned on this magic skill.

"Is Xiang'er's body okay now?" The smell of blood on Feng Yan's body was too strong, if he hadn't been able to get up now, he really wanted to see where this woman was injured and why she had such a strong blood.

"Okay." Since Uncle Mo Ze woke up because of her blood, she said that it was very good, wouldn't she slap her face on the spot.