He first stunned the little pheasant who was trying to stop him, and then took out a piece of thousand-year-old ginseng from the herbal bag and stuffed it into her mouth, letting her swallow it, hoping to hang her breath.

But looking at her injury, he hesitated for a quarter of an hour, Long Jun still hadn't arrived, and her injury couldn't wait any longer. At this moment, he no longer cared about 'ignoring indecency', he put the herbs he brought on the ground aside, raised his hand to tear open the clothes on her chest for about three inches, took the wine gourd from his waist, and poured all the wine inside into her wound.

Feng Qingling only felt that his chest was spicy and painful, and although his brain had been burned into a pulp, his consciousness was a little clearer. I opened my eyes in a daze and saw a cold face, seriously applying herbs to her wounds. She didn't think there was anything wrong with her, but she looked like she had a grudge against her, and when she was drugged, she was really curious, who was this? But she couldn't speak with a sore throat, and her whole body had no strength, and although her brain was clearer, her mind was still not clear.

After the mountain god gave her herbs, he looked up and found that she had woken up, and only nodded at her slightly, and packed up the herb bag he brought with an expressionless face, as if he had no intention of talking to her.

Feng Qingling tried a few times, and finally when he got up to leave, he made a voice: "Sir, thank you!" She had a piece of ginseng the size of a copper coin in her mouth, and she was weak and feverish, and she didn't say it very clearly.

"You don't have to be polite, princess, it's just ......," he paused for a moment before he said, "It's just that if I'm not mistaken, the princess was originally a fire phoenix, why does she have a human flesh and blood now?

Feng Qingling only listened silently and did not answer. She was digesting the message he had brought to her. From his words, it can be judged that her last Nirvana was three or four hundred years ago, and now she should have been the body of the Fire Phoenix, so that is to say, at this moment, she is already one thousand two hundred years ago, and there are still six or seven hundred years before her next Nirvana. Speaking of which, she was still quite curious about what Long Xiangyu looked like 1,200 years ago? Would she be so cold and unwilling to let her get close as she is now? By the way, she didn't know if she had recognized him in this life?

Thinking of this, an idea suddenly flashed through her mind, and she couldn't help but laugh when she thought of the expression he would have.

The mountain god never thought that at this time, she would still be able to laugh. However, her face was pale, and her smile was a little bad, and it looked really scary. He didn't bother to say anything more to her, and walked away.

When Long Xiangyu arrived, there were only her panting and the little pheasant who was still in a coma.

Feng Qingling struggled to adjust her head to an angle where she could look at him, she clearly saw the worry and anxiety in Long Xiangyu's eyes, and her heart was inexplicably warm, and her plan to tease him was put on hold. She flattened her mouth, looked at him with aggrieved eyes, and whispered angrily: "If you slow down, what you see is my ghost!"

When Long Xiangyu heard her say this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but the worry was real. He didn't speak, didn't make eye contact with her, crouched down, carefully examined her treated wound, but his brow furrowed deeper and deeper. After a long time, he looked up at her and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Hmm!" Looking at his worried expression, she inexplicably felt aggrieved, and tears couldn't help but fall down.

Long Xiangyu was a little stunned, frozen there, and remembered for a while that he wanted to use mana to heal her. Before healing her injuries, he made her spit out the ginseng in her mouth and fed her a life-saving pill.

From the moment he saw her at the door, he sensed that there was something wrong with her, such as her mortal body, then her ghostly body, and finally, she looked at her as if she knew him. And the fact is that in this life, although four hundred years have passed, they have not met once.

With these many questions, he began to heal her wounds. The healing lasted for a long time, so long that it rose from the sun to the moon and the middle of the sky, until the little pheasant woke up from his coma, and was taken by the earth god to lie down on the grass, fell asleep again, and woke up again.

Seeing that there was no land god around him, the little pheasant walked to the temple in a daze, and when he walked to the door, he happened to see that they had healed at a critical time, and the next moment, Feng Qingling spit out a mouthful of blood and fell straight into Long Xiangyu's arms.

The land god sat on the threshold, and when he heard the movement, he turned his head to look inside, and saw Long Xiangyu getting up with her in his arms, as if he was planning to leave. But what surprised him was that Lord Long Jun did not go out with Feng Qingling in his arms, but entered the inner room. Ahem, that's his bedroom! Doesn't the princess really dislike it?

He stood up quite awkwardly in his heart, and wanted to follow in to see if Lord Long Jun really put Feng Qingling on his small bed, but the fact is, no. With a wave of his hand, a jade bed turned this small land temple into a beggar's nest, which really responded to the sentence 'Peng Shen is shining'.

Xiao Di scratched his nose and turned around rather in embarrassment, wanting to get out.

Long Xiangyu stopped him at this time: "I'm bothering you to take care of her for a few hours, and after a few hours, someone will definitely come to pick her up." Thank you!"

"Yes...... You ......" Xiao Di instantly straightened up, stumbling and tangled.

Long Xiangyu sighed, put his hand behind his back, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay! I'll wait a few more hours!"

Xiao Di was scared into a cold sweat, thinking that he had some task to give to himself. Hearing that he said that he would stay and wait for someone to pick up Feng Qingling, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, but he couldn't help but think, why didn't Lord Longjun bring Princess Feng back to his Dragon Palace?

Feng Qingling woke up early in the morning, and when he woke up, he found that the cultivation that he had just recovered was less than twenty percent gone. Within the dantian, the real qi is empty, and you don't have to think about it to know whose masterpiece it is. I was angry and annoyed in my heart, and I got up to talk to him to understand. It wasn't until she rushed to Long Xiangyu, who was standing in a daze under the jujube tree in front of the Land Temple, that she was shocked to realize that the wound on her chest didn't hurt at all, and even the wound was completely healed. Ahem! She lowered the collar of her midshirt before she realized that she was wearing only a midcoat.