It seems that with the movement of his foot, he can trample on a blue aquatic plant, two unknown small fish, a small black shrimp, and a strangely looking stone that spits bubbles.

He trembled, he feared.

"—Phoenix, dove! It's just asking you to find a bitter cold grass! You've moved the entire Dragon Palace! ”

The phoenix dove was stunned, and a sea urchin covered in thorns fell from his hand.

He was stunned for a while, snorted coldly in an instant, and said arrogantly: "This Immortal Jun doesn't know what the bitter cold grass looks like, and it will bring you multiple choices, and there are objections?!" ”

Feng Chu was adored by Feng Jiu's pretending to be a cold arrogant look, he rubbed his nosebleed, and laughed: "Okay, good, it's all good!" ”

…… What you say, it's all good.

Anyway, let Qing Wei wake up, and he can't use the 'bitter cold grass'.

"Don't go get it yet!" The dove began to urge again.

Feng Chu squinted and smiled and agreed, "Okay, okay, go right away!" ”

Then he picked up a few things from the top and went to the boiler room.

- He shouldn't have been so happy, he should have left earlier.

But in the face of the phoenix dove, he just didn't have such a big temper.

Even if he has the determination to leave him, he can always go to the soup because of everything.

He's so spineless, he's so temperless.

Feng Chu sighed lowly, crushed the herbs in his hands into mud, and squeezed out the juice little by little.

When Feng Chu returned, Feng Jiu was lying next to the bed of 'Qing Wei' and looked at it, and suddenly Feng Chu's heart tightened, and even the hand holding the soup bowl trembled.

"Phoenix, Phoenix, Phoenix, Dove......"

"Huh?"

Feng Chu looked back, with a trace of inexplicable emotion in his eyes, and Feng Chu was very flustered.

He greeted calmly: "Feng Chu, come and sit down." ”

Feng Chu shook his head, and the blue potion in the soup bowl kept rippling, as if he was as uneasy as his heart.

- Could it be that Xiao Jiujiu knows that this person is not Qing Wei?

His face was a little pale, and he didn't dare to imagine the phoenix's anger after learning the truth.

"Sit, come here......"

The phoenix dove patted the wooden stool beside him again, put a soft cushion on it, and said with a smile: "Come on, what are you doing in a daze." ”

Feng Chu's hand holding the soup bowl trembled, instinctively wanting to resist staying away, but he was reluctant to accept such warmth. He was stunned and walked cautiously.

"Sit down." His voice was rarely gentle with him.

But the more suddenly gentle, the more uncomfortable Feng Chu felt, he shook the porcelain bowl in his hand, and wanted to find a place to put it down, but found that the bedside table was not here.

"Phoenix, I ......"

Feng Jiu ignored Feng Chu's words and stopped, he pulled Feng Chu over, and said seriously: "...... Thanks to you, you see, Wei'er's complexion is much better, and even this wrist doesn't have the scar of cramping at that time. ”

"Uh......" Feng Chu said with a slight expression.

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head, "No. ”

Then he looked at the soup bowl.

- To be honest, he doesn't have 100% trust in Qingkui's desire to save Qingwei.

But for the sake of the phoenix dove, he still had to gamble.

The phoenix dove seemed to notice the slight movement in Feng Chu's heart, he stretched out his hand to hold the bowl in the phoenix dove's hand, and said in a low voice, "You go to rest." ”

His voice was deep, with the decadence of a long wait.

Feng Chu understands that Feng Jiu is not a person who is good at expressing feelings, and it is impossible for him to express love for himself. If you care a little more, it is easy to misunderstand, and if you don't have it at all, it is too indifferent.