Shoe?

Nangong Ling was worried, and pushed open the door anxiously, and saw that the house was in a mess.

The pillows and quilts on the bed were scattered all over the floor.

Nangong Yue was in a cold sweat, hugging Feng Jiutian tightly, shouting something unconsciously in her mouth.

Feng Jiu tilted and stabilized Nangong Yue, so that she would not fall to the ground, but her forehead was also drenched in cold sweat, and her situation was not easier than that of Nangong Yue.

Seeing that the door was suddenly slammed open, Feng Jiutian secretly gritted his teeth and glared fiercely.

That look, as if to say - get out!

Nangong Ling would not listen to her.

He furrowed his brows slightly, looking at the two of them, his nose twitching slightly, obviously smelling a familiar smell.

Immediately after, he stared at Feng Jiu's tilted chest and frowned.

Smell of blood......

Maybe the candles in the room were ambiguous, or maybe it was because Feng Jiutian's dress was also crimson, so he didn't see Feng Jiutian's wound collapse at the beginning.

Feng Jiutian couldn't take care of him anymore.

Nangong Yue's situation is very unstable.

She seems to be trapped in a loop, and all she says is "shoes".

Gritting his teeth, Feng Jiu leaned into it, "Yue'er, don't be afraid, you can see what he looks like." ”

"No...... No...... I'm scared! Nangong Yue cried, "He will kill me!"

Feng Jiutian couldn't, so he could only be patient.

The most difficult thing for a person to overcome is the fear that comes from the heart.

"Yue'er, can you tell me what kind of clothes he is wearing?" Feng Jiu leaned aside and knocked on the side.

Nangong Yue held her head, curled up, didn't speak, just arched in her arms in fear.

The stronger the smell of blood, Nangong Ling could clearly see that the blood stains on her chest were getting wetter.

He couldn't help frowning and walked towards Feng Jiu.

Feng Jiutian didn't notice him, and asked tightly, "Yue'er, don't be afraid, you be brave, look up, what color clothes is that person wearing?" ”

After a long time, Nangong Yue finally dared to speak: "Father-in-law, father-in-law......"

Feng Jiu was overjoyed.

Finally there is progress!

Who knew that he looked up happily, but he just happened to bump into the eyes of Nangong Ling, who walked in front of her at some point.

Everyone was stunned.

I saw Nangong Ling's cold eyes flashing with cold light, and he also stopped because of the words that Nangong Yue suddenly spit out.

He knew Nangong Yue, and Nangong Yue after being stupid was not familiar with the people in the deep palace.

She will call Zizhu's full name, lose her temper with people, and be afraid of the people in the palace, but she will not call a certain little eunuch father-in-law seriously.

Feng Jiutian was so silently interrupted by him, and everything he wanted to ask was pulled down.

Asked again, there was already the sound of Nangong Yue's breathing in his arms.

She reluctantly glanced at the soothing incense in the room, which had burned to the end, and had to give up.

Just as she was about to put Nangong Yue on the bed, she felt a burst of darkness in front of her when she moved.

"Why don't you ask?" Just when her body was in a trance, the big hand that had been distinct supported her.

Nangong Yue in her arms was also taken by Nangong Ling.

Feng Jiu slowed down, and only then did he dispel the darkness in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" She glared at Nangong Ling angrily.

It was rare for Nangong Ling not to stare at her.

He said coldly: "I'm afraid that you will scare Yue'er by dying here." ”

After that, without waiting for Feng Jiutian to refute, he threw out a handkerchief.

Feng Jiu gritted his teeth, but at this moment, he finally noticed a large patch of blood on his chest.

She didn't notice the numbness just now.

But Feng Jiutian still glanced at Nangong Ling in surprise.

How could he be so kind?

Nangong Ling's face was still as cold as ever.

He turned around and sat down at the only table in the room, his back to her, and his voice was calm, "Take care of your wounds, this king has something to ask you." ”

Feng Jiu's throat suddenly seemed to be choked by something.

If you want to talk about her, you have to talk?

But seeing that he still knew that he turned around to avoid suspicion, it seemed that he wanted to kill himself at every turn before, Feng Jiu was silent for a long time, and finally wiped the bloodstains, and changed his clothes again after the screen.

But the bandage was supposed to be changed once in three days, but it was torn open by Nangong Yue and had to be re-bandaged.

Feng Jiu was hiding inside, and when Nangong Ling's patience ran out, he finally spoke.

"You...... Help me get Zizhu in. "It was the first time Feng Jiutian had been with him peacefully, and it was a little awkward," My wound was cracked. ”

Nangong Ling twisted her eyebrows fiercely, in a strange mood.

Did he come to send him?

But after waiting for a while, it's not bad for a while.

But thinking that Zizhu had already been sent out by himself, after hesitating for a moment, Nangong Ling went straight to the back of the screen.

As soon as Feng Jiutian heard the footsteps, he knew that something was wrong.

Looking up at the screen, Nangong Ling's tall figure could be vaguely seen on the papier-mâché screen.

"Nangong Ling, what are you doing!" Feng Jiu was startled, and hurriedly pulled up those skirts hanging on the screen to cover them.

The crimson skirt, like a begonia in full bloom, covered half of Feng Jiu's shoulders, leaving only a broken arm exposed.

Nangong Ling has always been cold-blooded and cold-hearted, and when she knew that Feng Jiutian was a spy, she only treated her as a spy and a sinner, including the last accident.

It wasn't until now, when he saw the hand protecting his snow-white chest, that he bit his back molars violently, and then he suddenly realized that the person in front of him was still a woman......

"The first time you've seen it as a king?"

"So you haven't seen enough?"

As soon as Nangong Ling spit out a sentence out of the way of face, Feng Jiutian angrily threw out a shawl in his hand.

Impartially, it hit him in the head.

Nangong Ling's brows jumped, this woman is used to kicking her nose and face.

But after seeing Feng Jiutian gasp because of the large movements, he couldn't suppress his anger.

What do you care about with an injured person?

He thought to himself, and with a numb movement in his hand, he tore off the shawl and lost it, and strode closer.

Feng Jiu leaned into vigilance, and retreated again and again, but stepped on the hem of his skirt carefully.

Nangong Ling grabbed it with her hand, so as not to cause secondary injuries if she fell.

He sneered, "It seems that breaking one rib is not enough, you want to break a few more." ”

Feng Jiu gritted his teeth, wanting to slap him in the face, "Let go!" “

She was half-dressed, there was only one belly pocket on her upper body, her back was empty, and Nangong Ling's palm just landed on her lower back, causing her goosebumps.

rubbing oil and being cheap, he can endure him completely because of his high martial arts, otherwise he will be reincarnated in minutes!

Feng Jiu pondered viciously.

Nangong Ling looked at her expression and sneered.

With their fingers together, they clicked on her acupoint.

Feng Jiutian suddenly couldn't move, and he stared at Nangong Ling in disbelief, but saw him looking up and down with a cold gaze.

She couldn't help but think of that night, and her heart suddenly burst into anger.

"Despicable! Take advantage of people's danger! Nangong Ling, if you dare to touch me, I will definitely make you regret it! ”

Nangong Ling paused, and after a long time, she suddenly picked up the person with her dress and went straight to the door, "It's up to you?" ”