Chapter 372: Recover Your Memory! 14

Thinking that it was still raining heavily, Feng Muyao was still very kind and didn't throw the two of them directly to the door, but sent them back,

It's just that he didn't ask about it again, he has never been interested in Qianqian's affairs,

Although the hall masters of the Hell Gate know that the two have a marriage contract, they know that these two people have been incompatible since childhood, in fact, they all wonder why the two people who are obviously childhood sweethearts seem to have a deep hatred --

Feng Muyao knew that it was because Qianqian minded: the old master had devoted his whole life to cultivating himself,

Qianqian has been gifted since she was a child, especially suitable for martial arts, but how could her father bear to hand over the burden of hell to her as a girl,

Thousands of years when she was young, she didn't understand that her father actually did this to protect her,

It's just that Qianqian didn't have time to understand this truth, and her father left--

But how can Feng Mu Yao explain it?

Even if she says it, she may not be able to listen to it, and the two usually start fighting before they can say three words.

In fact, it's not a fight! It was he who was beaten unilaterally!

At first, Feng Mu Yao saw that she was really miserable, and she became lonely and helpless overnight.

Later, he gradually realized: In fact, he is more miserable than her, she can be angry with herself when she is in a bad mood, what can she take out her anger?

Feng Mu Yao has a responsibility on his shoulders, he is responsible for the livelihood of all the people in the gate, and he is also responsible for guarding the hell gate, waiting for the call of the hell order.

If he still can't wait for the Hell Order in his lifetime, he will be responsible for the inheritance of the Hell Gate.

Therefore, he can't just run into the secret door and die every day like her!

In the final analysis, she is also her fiancée, unless the two of them are really single for the rest of their lives, otherwise, if they want to get married, they can't disobey the old master's will.

Who would dare to disobey the order?

At least he won't!

A few days later, Feng Muyao heard a terrifying news: Qianqian was sick!

This is even more incredible than telling Feng Muyao that Qianqian suddenly became like a woman,

But Feng Muyao admitted that this was the first time he had seen such a thousand thousand since the old master went.

Her face was as pale as a piece of paper, without any blood, and the whole person was as weak as a catkins floating in the wind, her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes flashed slightly,

Feng Mu Yao actually had a very evil idea at this time: if she couldn't afford to be sick like this, he must tell the whole door and celebrate it for three days!!

"Water--" Qianqian spat out a word indistinctly, Feng Muyao frowned, and stepped forward to her lips to barely hear clearly,

Feng Mu Yao thought about it, after all, as a man, in this case, he really couldn't bully a woman, although he felt that this was the best opportunity he could bully her,

But in the end, conscience prevailed over reason, Feng Mu Yao poured a glass of water and handed it to her lips, saying, "Get up and drink yourself",

Hearing the voice, Qianqian's eyelashes flashed, and she opened her eyes slightly, and when she saw the person in front of her clearly,

Qianqian closed her eyes and said a word with the greatest strength, Feng Muyao didn't hear it clearly, so she had to lean to her lips, "What?" ”

Qianqian repeated with great difficulty, "Get out!" ”

Hiss –

Sick like this, you dare to be so arrogant in front of yourself??

It's really to him --

Feng Mu Yao almost strangled her to death without holding back, in fact, his hand had already choked her neck, but before he could start, he heard Beibei's scream, "Wanwan, come quickly!" The master of the door wants to kill a thousand thousands!! ”

As soon as the words fell, a figure galloped over, and the palm wind as fast as lightning slashed over,