Chapter 219

The white tiger egg, the size of white gourd in my arms, is not heavy at all, and it is still warm. Strangely, the eggshell seems to breathe. It rises and falls, and hands are put on it, as if it were on the soft abdomen of a cub.

Although it's an egg, it's obviously emotional. Just now Li cangmin took it, and it twisted uneasily like lice growing all over. It was not so much Li cangmin who put the egg in her arms as it jumped in by itself.

As soon as he entered Murong Ling's arms, he tried his best to get into the collar, as if to hide. Li cangmin's face darkened, and immediately pinched the egg up. He said to Murong Ling, "it's almost time."

The white tiger egg shivers on Li cangmin's hand. Murong Ling can even feel the feeling of grievance from it. In a daze, she reaches out her hand and touches it. The egg rubs her palm intimately and relies on it.

Murong Ling was stunned, and the depression and unhappiness at the bottom of her heart gradually dissipated. Bai Hu was only subject to Yang lie, and it was unreasonable for her to vent her anger at will.

He shook his head slightly at the thought of his blood red eyes when he was controlled by others. "The spirit of the beast must be extremely proud, and he would not like to be controlled by the friars. Since my ancestors didn't contract it, I don't have to be a villain. "

Listen to her words, white tiger egg immediately came to the mood of joy, it even happy to shake up the fat body, if it fell on the ground, I'm afraid to spin jump.

Li cangmin couldn't see it like this. With a cold hum, the white tiger egg disappeared. Aware of the loss of emotion, Murong Ling frowned suspiciously, "where did you put it? Is it su Mi Jie? Don't put it there, it will suffocate. "

Associate with the female ghost in Jiang yunyin's body, she doesn't want to make an egg with split personality.

"Don't worry, it won't die." She a pair of white tiger eggs into too much attention, Li cangmin immediately unhappy, eyes fell on her wounds and Shen Shen, "go back first."

Not long after Li cangmin and murongling left, a man suddenly appeared in the messy battlefield. He seemed to be surprised by Yang lie's tragic death. He exclaimed and stopped suddenly. He was stunned for a long time before he made any action. He bent down and fumbled on the body for a long time. He didn't know what he had got and left in a hurry.

At this time, the suppression action had been completed. Although xianmeng was the largest force in the lake, the alliance of all factions had no fighting power under the pressure of the army. The disciples in the alliance died and were injured. The remaining Xiaomao three or two surrendered one after another and were forced out of the Qingxue mountain, just in time to meet Li cangmin holding Murong Ling.

The royal guards and the disciples of the flower burying palace were all surprised. Lengqiu looked at Murong Ling, who was bathed in blood all over, and immediately said, "Lord, what's the matter with you?"

The serious injury did not heal and consumed her spirit. Along the way, Murong Ling leaned against Li cangmin's arms and closed her eyes. Hearing lengqiu's voice, she opened her eyes, but it was useless. It was also dark.

She sighed and said in a soft voice, "it's OK to be hurt a little. Lengqiu, do you have any medicine on you? "

She can't absorb Yuanli because of the Yiyuan powder. Her magic and elixir are useless. She can only use the means of mortals.

Leng Qiu didn't think much. He quickly took out many bottles and jars and said to Li cangmin, "Lord, let me give the master medicine."

Li Cang min gives her a light look. Leng Qiu suddenly feels cold on her body and numb on her scalp. She is a little strange in her heart. But she has no time to think about it. She has nothing in her hand. The medicine has already fallen into Li Cang min's hands. Then, with a flash of white light, they lost their trace.

The guards of the Royal Palace and the disciples of the flower burying palace all cried out. It turns out that the prince and the princess are both immortals who can escape from the sky.

Leng Qiu doesn't care about all the people who are talking about it. Instead, she looks at Bai Mu and makes up her mind to him. Bai Mu is the bodyguard who has been following Li cangmin for many years. He has some understanding of his temperament and says in a deep voice, "let's go back to Beijing first."

"But what about the monks? Shall we escort them back or give them to the Duke of Zhenguo? "

Although the monks were bound by Murong Ling's ghost thorn vine and lost their resistance ability, they might be able to return to normal sometime. Bai Mu was more or less afraid, but thinking of Murong Ling's command, he said, "I'm afraid the Duke of the town won't leave their lives. Let's take them back. Along the way, they were escorted by the disciples of each branch of the funerary palace. Even if they recovered their magic power, they could not turn over the waves. "

So it was settled.

Bai Mu and others clean up and go back to Beijing, but Li cangmin hasn't set out yet. He takes Murong Ling to the nearest inn, asks for a room, and starts to deal with her wound. She was injured all over. Li cangmin put her on the bed and carefully peeled off the bloodstained clothes for her. Maybe it was because she couldn't see them. Murong Ling felt very sensitive. She noticed that her skin was gradually exposed, cold and painful. She quickly pressed his hand, "don't worry."

Li cangmin's broad palm rubbed on her head. His voice was deep and gentle. It faded the cold taste of the past and almost penetrated into people's heart. "Good, I'm just dealing with the wound for you."However, there are so many tiny wounds on her body that she has to take off her clothes. Thinking of the scene that she is not wearing a piece of silk, a piece of red haze suddenly appears on her face. It's hard to knead it up, "why don't you find a medical girl for me?"

"I don't want outsiders to look at you." Li cangmin's voice was slightly hoarse, strong and domineering, "we are husband and wife, why should we taboo? When you build yuan, let's do the rites of Duke Zhou. "

Murong Ling's face was so hot that she could almost fry an egg. In the past, Li cangmin pretended to be a fool, but she was also happy to relax. After they got married, they didn't act intimately. The only way to overstep the expectation was to win the spring day.

Even if Li cangmin returned to normal, she never mentioned her roommate. She gradually forgot her obligation to be a wife. Unexpectedly, he didn't want to wait for her to build yuan.

Monks usually begin to practice both after building Yuan Dynasty. It's only because premature ejaculation to remove Yuan Yin and Yuan Yang will be harmful to their accomplishments. Murong Ling never thought about this before, but Li cangmin even thought about it.

He must have thought it over.

Murong Ling's face became more and more red, and her body became more and more sensitive. Her big palms seemed to be hot, which could almost turn her into a ball of spring water.

Li cangmin finally showed a little smile between his eyebrows. His dark eyes were dyed with bright light, and his cold face was more beautiful and elegant.

The man on the bed was so red that he almost smoked. He couldn't help flicking her forehead and said with a low smile, "don't think about it. I'll give you medicine."