After forcibly taking the blood of the sick and delicate prince to renew his life

Chapter 86 Induction
The two sat at the dining table in the lobby of the inn, facing a table of meals, neither of them had the intention of moving chopsticks.

Jiang Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, when will another savior of Yue Huan appear.

For so many years, Yue Huan has never been out of the palace.

Every time you get sick, don't you just drink his blood?

Which round was saved by him...

Suddenly, Jiang Qi seemed to remember something.

"Where did you meet her?"

Jiang Qi spoke first.

The smile on Wen Mo's lips deepened, and he said without hesitation, "With Qingshan."

Of course he knew the origin of the person in front of him, and also understood what Yue Huan meant by the so-called savior.

Then he has to be honest.

Jiang Qi's face turned pale in an instant, and Qingshan.

They met in Qingshan.

That time Yue Huan fell off the cliff...

—He saved it.

Jiang Qi looked complicated, and the coldness in his eyes dissipated a lot, he murmured: "Thank you."

Yan Qi was standing on the stairs in a light blue shirt, and Jiang Qi's words just fell into her ears.

She looked at Jiang Qi's face, and tightly grabbed the hem of the skirt with her fingertips.

Wen Mo smiled and said, "This is about me and Qi Qi, she has already thanked me, you don't need to thank me again."

"What's more, what's your position, thank me?"

Jiang Qi's surging guilt was choked by Wen Mo, and turned into a sharp knife at him, "Me and her, what do you know?"

"How do you know I have no position?"

Yan Qi sighed, the two really didn't agree.

Open up if you disagree.

She came slowly to the two of them, sat beside Jiang Qi, and said coolly, "Aren't you hungry?"

She ignored the two of them, and picked up the chopsticks to eat on her own.

Jiang Qi looked down at her light blue shirt that blended with him, the same color, which looked very pleasing to the eye.

He glanced at Wen Mo who was dressed in white, so that anyone with a discerning eye could see who was the outsider, right?

Wen Mo glanced at Jiang Qi, and reached out to pick up a chopstick of mandarin fish for Yan Qi, "Here, it's spicy."

He remembered that when she was in Yanzhong, she liked to eat spicy food very much.

At that time, her wound needed to heal, and he did it a little more lightly, and she would always talk about it.

Yan Qi paused, and ate the mandarin fish in the bowl without changing his expression.

Jiang Qi's complexion was a little bad, and he coldly glanced at Wen Mo who was opposite him.

Wen Mo always felt that the two of them looked weird, so he didn't think too much about it, and instead asked, "Did Qiqi sense that I was going to Gusu, so that's why she went to Gusu?"

After finishing speaking, he also looked at Jiang Qi provocatively.

"Induction?" Yan Qi rolled his eyes, "Am I a god? Still inductive."

"Aren't you a little fairy?" Wen Mo's eyes were sincere and hot, staring at Yan Qi intently.

Descending from the sky, a glimpse of it.

Fairy?Jiang Qi chewed these two words with deep eyes, his eyes deepened a little.

"Fairies drink fairy dew, but I want to eat. I don't talk about food, understand?" Yan Qi's mood was affected and he didn't eat much. Today, although the taste is the same, he can control his fullness.

He didn't have the extra energy to deal with Wen Mo's glib tone.

"Are you that hungry? When you go to Gusu, I'll cook a small stove for you. You must miss my cooking, right?"

Wen Mo picked up the dishes on the table with some distaste, he couldn't cook them any better.

Isn't Yan Qi the most picky, why is he still eating so calmly?
"Don't bother, these are pretty good." Yan Qi was not in high spirits, anyway, she couldn't taste anything else now.

Good or bad, it has nothing to do with her.

"Eat quickly, if you talk too much, go to Gusu by yourself."

Yan Qi found that Wen Mo had been holding back for too long, like a chatterbox.

He didn't eat a few mouthfuls of food, but he talked a lot.

Look at Ren Jiang Qi, he is much more reserved than him, so quiet.

Thinking of this, Yan Qi subconsciously looked at Jiang Qi, who knew he was looking at him with deep eyes.

Oops!

Yan Qi's heart skipped a beat, Jiang Qi would not agree to Wen Mo going to Gusu with them, right?
"Jiang Qi..."

"Eat quickly, as long as you are happy." Of course Jiang Qi knew what she wanted to say.

Since it is her savior.

Just thank you.

Wen Mo: ...

It made it seem embarrassing to take him with you.

Is he Little Sun?

Several people dawdled, and finally finished their breakfast in a long-winded manner.

Go back to your room, pick up your luggage, and get ready to go.

Wen Mo looked at the empty carriage in front of him, looked left and right, "Where's the coachman?"

Yan Qi: ...

Another problem of the century.

Now Yan Qi would never dare to hire a coachman again. Their journey was not peaceful, and if they lost their lives innocently.

Then she is too sinful.

Therefore, the heavy responsibility of driving the carriage was naturally handed over to Jiang Qi.

But, coachman?

She can't even say it.

Jiang Qi glanced at him, took Yan Qi's hand and let her get into the carriage, "Bring one more you, do you still want the driver?"

"The task of driving the car is naturally entrusted to you."

Wen Mo was startled when he heard this, and grabbed Yan Qi's wrist, "Qi Qi, he bullied..."

Wen Mo looked at Yan Qi suddenly, the pulse from his fingertips made his face very ugly, "How could your body be so poor?"

But in just one month, how could her body become so weak?
Compared with Qingshan, the loss is heavy.

Isn't Jiang Qi always by her side?

Her pulse is clearly a sign of poison.

"What did you see?" Jiang Qi grabbed Wen Mo's hand and looked at him fiercely.

He remembered that Yuehuan had taken two different medicines on the carriage back with Qingshan, one was given by Canglan.

Could the other be Wen Mo in front of him?

Does he understand fallen souls?
Was Yue Huan's poison...

Wen Mo didn't have time to talk to Jiang Qi, but just stared at Yan Qi, and said in a deep voice, "Speak."

Before she left, he had clearly instructed her to follow the old methods, any injections and medicines would only relieve her for a moment, and the attacks would still recur.

And every attack is overdrawing her vitality.

will hasten her death.

Yan Qi squinted at Wen Mo's ugly face, struggled to pull out his wrist, and sighed softly, "Wen Mo, what are you talking about?"

"Aren't you very clear about my illness? There is almost no other way."

Yan Qi stopped looking at Wen Mo and Jiang Qi, turned around and got into the carriage: "Don't delay, let's go to Gusu."

The eyes of the two men were also as deep as ink, looking at her back, they were terribly quiet for a while.

Miraculously, both of them sat outside the carriage.

They all hesitated to speak.

Jiang Qi, who was holding the rein, spoke first, without the coldness just now between his brows, and with a difficult voice: "Her body...can you do anything about it?"

His blood can only ease her pain.

Wen Mo didn't answer directly, but asked, "Since returning with Qing Shan, how many times has she had seizures?"

"How did you heal?"

Jiang Qi looked sideways at Wen Mo. This man's background was unknown, and he knew about the fallen soul in Yue Huan.

Since he saved Yue Huan, he only needs to inquire with Qing Shan a little bit to know the origin of Yue Huan.

"Almost four times, as for how to treat it—"

"Don't you know?"

(End of this chapter)