Chapter 439

After leaning on his shoulder for a long time, he did not want to let go, for fear that once he let go, he would not be able to grasp the fleeting warmth.

As long as the singer doesn't blame him, he has nothing to ask for.

This time, he won't let go easily.

"Ge'er, uncle Huang can't see you or hear your voice."

His tone, a little lost.

Mo Qingge just light mouth, with Xuanli sound way: "don't worry, your eyes and ears will soon be able to recover, besides, the song can also use Xuanli sound to you, so you can hear."

She had a sweet smile and a soft voice.

Gu Mian Mo can guess, this wench's voice and face, smile dimple like a flower, but can't see one eye.

After a pause, she continued: "Uncle Huang, you are too seriously injured. You need to take a liquid medicine bath to recover as soon as possible. Go and prepare hot water and change clothes for you."

Words fall, she wants to get up, but he gently pulled the arm.

"I don't want you to go." He murmured.

I don't want to be separated from this girl for a second.

"I'll be right back."

"No way."

"No healing?" Mo Qingge asked helplessly.

He nodded gently and said nothing.

Mo Qingge

Uncle Huang, you can't be so willful.

"All right." However, she sighed a little, still can not bear to say no.

Immediately, her eyes fell on the bucket behind the screen. The water in the bucket was still cold.

Mo Qingge gently raises her hand, the hot Xuanli condenses her palm, and the red lotus fire envelops the barrel.

The whole inner hall was blazing down.

A dense hot air passed, the water temperature in the barrel rose instantly, and a little smoke surrounded it.

"All right."

"I'll do it myself."

He didn't want singer to see his injuries.

Mo Qingge stretched out his hand to stop him: "your legs are inconvenient now, so I'd better help you."

"Come, Ge'er, hold you!"

"No, Ge'er..."

Before he had finished his words, he was held up by his waist and his feet were hanging in the air. Before he could react, he was already in the barrel.

Warm, slowly spread throughout the body.

He had no choice but to smile.

Originally thought this wench can't hold to move, is he worry too much.

"Uncle Huang, what are you laughing at?" She asked curiously.

"I'm thinking, you little girl, you look weak on weekdays. How can you be so stupid?"

Mo Qingge noncommittal smile: "that is."

She is the one who can lift the black ice hammer with her bare hands. Where is she so weak?

Besides, uncle Huang is so light, how many times lighter than the black ice hammer?

If Gu Mian Mo knows, this wench takes Xuan ice hammer to make comparison with him, estimate to want gas vomit blood.

Mo Qingge reached out and touched the water temperature. It was still warm, so he took out the warm nourishing spirit liquid from Chu Jie and slowly poured it into the barrel.

The golden warm nourishing spirit liquid fainted in the water, and there was a faint light in the warm water.

"Uncle Huang, Ge'er will change your clothes for you."

Sensing her little hand stretched out, Gu Mian Mo gently covered his clothes, light way: "don't take off."

Zheng Zheng, she Xiu Mei micro Cu way: "wet clothes on the body more uncomfortable ah, song Er help you take off."

"No

"No, I have to. I haven't seen it. What are you afraid of?" Mo Qingge also has no patience, simply a tear down his clothes.

There were ferocious blood holes, and they were still bleeding.

Her eyes color, slightly dim a little bit, although seen, but each look, or can't help heartache.

The air seemed to freeze for a long time.

"Song, don't look." He lowered his eyes slightly, trying to cover the scars on his body.

Mo Qingge gently grasped his finger bone and said with Xuanli: "you don't need to cover it. Song is not afraid."

Her voice, gentle to the extreme.

Gu mianmo didn't speak any more. Her eyes closed slightly and her limbs didn't have much strength. She stopped her as soon as she wanted to recuperate with Xuanli.

"Uncle Huang, don't use Xuanli!"

The soul breaking poison is in his body. Once it condenses Xuanli, it will immediately poison his hair and lead to the counter current of meridians.

Gu didn't ask the reason or speak. His Xuanli dissipated. He was weak and lying in the barrel. Juechen's face was not a trace of blood, but withered.

His lips were thin and his brows were in pain.

Without Xuanli to protect the body, the sharp pain in the center of the cone quickly spread all over the body, like a blunt knife cutting the flesh and bones.

It's wenyangling liquid that's working.

The effect of this spirit liquid is very good. It can quickly corrode and peel off the rotten meat of the injured skin, thus regenerating.

Therefore, although the warm nourishing spirit liquid can help to quickly recover the injury, its efficacy is extremely fierce, just like the fierce poison that corrodes the skin and flesh!

All of a sudden, the blood had dyed a pool of water red, his face turned pale for several minutes, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Don't want to let this girl worry, he has been strong support, silent, lip corner was bitten out of blood.

Enchanting blood, flowing down the lips.

The whole body, as if cut by a sharp blade, no flesh, only bones.

Pain!

This is the only word left in his mind,

My mind is in chaos, more and more unconsciousness, like falling into a bottomless abyss, constantly falling.

Faint perception, fingertip came a stabbing pain, suddenly, warm Xuanli along the phalanx, into the body.

Familiar warmth.

Every second, I'm on pins and needles.

In a moment, a sweet smell came from the throat, blood gushed from the mouth, and the limbs became more and more detached.

He only felt that his flesh and blood were gradually eroded to pieces, and the pain was unconscious. His eyes were dim, and he could not hear any sound, nor her voice.

Around, it's like a complete silence.

He didn't know how to survive. When his consciousness changed from lucidity to obscurity, and then gradually recovered from obscurity, he was already lying on the bed.

When he regained consciousness again, at noon, a mysterious sound came from his head

"Uncle Huang, open your mouth."

A trace of bitter breath, swept into the heart, he Xiu eyebrow micro Cu, ice lips gently open way: "too bitter."

Mo Qingge

Is Tangtang demon emperor afraid of medicine?

So, she whispered: "Uncle Huang, be obedient, drink this medicine, your injury can get better as soon as possible."

"No drink." His face did not change.

"It's not bitter."

"No, well..."

Before she had finished speaking, her cherry lips were covered and warm, and the decoction was fed into his mouth.

Electric shock like cool, across the heart.

Releasing her lips, she deliberately asked, "is it still bitter?"

Gu Yumo: "I'm not sure."

He always felt that the plot was so similar, like where he had seen it.

This little girl is really vengeful!

But he likes it.

Ink song hook lip micro hook, see he didn't resist, then again will spoon to his lips.

This time, he did not open his lips: "song, so there is no sincerity."

The implication is that only when she feeds herself can she be sincere.