Chapter 939

"You! Well, I'll kill him as you wish. If I don't kill him, I'll never come back! " Hearing Murong Fengqing say that he is not as good as Nangong feiran, his self-esteem is immediately hit the hardest, and he is willing to kill Nangong feiran again.

"Stop, are you broken by Nangong feiran? If I care about Nangong feiran, I need to stand here and take care of you?" Murong Fengqing is really angry. She really doesn't know what the structure of his brain is, or whether it's really broken. "I've had the feelings of ordinary friends for Nangong at most. I just feel strange when he appears. I don't care at all. I really don't know what you care about him!"

If she had a little affection for Nangong, he thought she would still stand here, and said that she was heartless, and he was the heartless one.

Standing in the same place, the black air in the fundus of his eyes seems to be dispelled little by little, and gradually becomes clear. Only his eyes are fixed on Murong Fengqing's body all the time.

"What do you care about, and what do you care about?" For a long time, she asked in a dumb voice. She didn't care about Nangong feiran. What did she care about?

"I don't care about anything, I don't care about anything, especially some idiots. I don't care. You can go. If you want to die, you can die. If you want to kill, you can kill. I don't care about you!" She said she could do it, and she ignored the Idiot's loneliness. When she speaks well, she wants to distort her meaning and self abuse. She thinks she cares about Nangong. She just says some stupid words, which makes her popularity die.

"Here's a fool Waiting for you to save, you really ignore it? You really don't care about him? If you don't care about him, he's going to die of pain. " Gu Wujue suddenly covers his chest, grabs Murong Fengqing's hand and presses it on his heart. "You listen, you see, it's all in it. It's painful, and you don't want to comfort it."

Change the previous cold and fierce, instantly lonely and become a rogue, hold Murong Fengqing's hand, like an abandoned dog, seeking comfort and caress.

Originally, he really wanted to ignore the loneliness, but he was so stupid that he didn't have any temper. He could only look at the loneliness with speechless anger. His voice pretended to be indifferent and said, "let go."

"Qing'er, are you really going to ignore my life?" Hearing that Murong Fengqing wanted to let go of himself, he only felt afraid, and his tone became more aggrieved.

"If you don't let go, how can I get the medicine out? I've known all day to be stupid here. " With that, Murong Fengqing took advantage of Gu Wujue's unprepared time to draw his hand back, took out a bottle from the space ring, took out the only pill in it, and said to Gu Wujue in a thick voice, "eat it quickly."

This medicine is still the only Chinese medicine made by myself. It has obvious curative effect on all kinds of diseases. Now it is wasted by this fool.

"In fact, my injury is not so serious. Just have a rest." Looking at the only white elixir, even if you don't understand the pharmacology, you can see that this elixir is very precious. His injury is not too serious, but it's just internal injury. He doesn't need to use such good medicine. But Murong Fengqing stares at him coldly, but he can only swallow it.