"There's no hurry, you just have to be responsible for me." Night Wanyue looked at Mu Xiaofeng with bright eyes, as if ...... She had fallen for him...... Bah! Something.

"Xiaofeng, I'm so cold." looked at Mu Xiaofeng innocently.

Walking to the 'bed', Mu Xiaofeng took a serious look at Ye Wanyue's body, it seemed that he used his body to warm her yesterday, but he was also eroded by the cold poison.

The palm of his hand carried Xuan Qi, and the Xuan Qi entered from his tendons and veins, and slowly flowed into his body.

Really...... There is still cold poison in his body, and the power of the imported Xuan Qi is even greater, and with a "bang", it is bounced out, the palm is hot and painful, and the Xuan Qi that is countered all bounces to his palm......

The palm of the hand immediately blurred with blood and 'flesh'.

Night Remnant Moon actually injected all the cold poison into his own body last night, so his body ......

Mu Xiaofeng lifted the quilt and 'touched' his skin with his hand...... The picture is indescribably beautiful...... Indescribably cold, so cold that it is refreshing......

"Night waning moon, you ......" It is useless to say more, how can she make such an invincible person let go of pride, put down self-esteem, compromise by her side, and be willing to endure the cold poison of hellish resentment for her......

"Night waning moon, don't be so stupid next time."

Sighing heavily, the words Mu Xiaofeng wanted to say were blocked in his throat, unable to come out, and finally turned into a sigh.

"If Xiaofeng is injured, then how can you be responsible for me...... So I'm still hurt...... Think about it, if I get hurt, I can still get Xiaofeng's care and care. ”

Speechless, Mu Xiaofeng was stuffed and couldn't say a word. Mu Xiaofeng held his hand tightly and didn't let the night waning moon see it.

"Xiaofeng!"

"What?" "Show me your hand." How could he not smell the smell of blood so strongly.

"I'm fine, just a little blood, I'll see if there is any pill 'medicine' that can cure cold poison, if you are cold, just lie on the 'bed'." Tell the night waning moon a few words, and Mu Xiaofeng is about to leave.

It's so strange, it's just an illusion, and everything in it should be illusory, and those resentments should no longer exist.

Mu Xiaofeng in that illusion is not her at all, she was reborn in the Western Continent as early as the day she ascended the throne, how could there be a woman in the Eastern Continent......

And that person is not her at all, although she is cruel, she will not kill innocents indiscriminately, not to mention that it is the blood of many cities and countries......

She has learned the art of power since she was a child, and she has long known that those who win the hearts of the people will win the world, she has ambitions and wants to win the world, but she will never move the people in the city......

Those resentments are dead souls......

When Mu Xiaofeng's thoughts came to a time, Night Wanyue took her hand, spread out her palm, and was hit by her own Xuan Qi, the blood 'flesh' was blurred, and the thick blood flowed down.

Nightshade got dressed and quickly got up, taking out the 'medicine' and gauze from the storage ring.

"I really don't need to, this little wound just needs to be treated a little."

Not accustomed to other people's touches, Mu Xiaofeng's hand shrank back.

In her previous life, she fought on the battlefield from the age of sixteen to the age of nineteen, and suffered countless injuries in three years, both large and small......

Such a small wound, just say that it hurts, that is too hypocritical!