The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 10 Heartbeat
  After Feng Ling took care of the wound on her arm, she remembered another thing.

The old wound on Nanchang Yue's shoulder that Feng Qianqian stabbed with his sword has never healed.

That wound was caused by a magic weapon from the world of cultivation. It was a coincidence that the sword that stabbed Na Changyue turned out to be the protective magic weapon he once gave to Feng Qianqian.

Nanchang Yue asked her in a coma if she liked Mo Fei Ming. It was no wonder that with his character, the more things he couldn't get, the more he refused to let go.

This also explained why he still held her wrist tightly and refused to let go even though he was unconscious. This shows the depth of his affection for Feng Qianqian.

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Inside the Demon Palace

After listening to the demon guard's report, Nanchang's face turned grim for an instant. He ordered to the demon guard:

"No matter where she is hiding, we must find her, even if it means digging three feet under the ground."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon guard immediately left the hall respectfully.

At this moment, Feng Ling walked in quietly. She knew that Feng Qianqian and Mo Feiming had already gone to the mortal world at this time, so the world of cultivation could not find them.

However, it only delayed a moment, and these people would soon follow the clues to the lower realm. So, she had to act quickly.

When Nanchang Yue saw Feng Ling suddenly appearing here, he couldn't help but feel a little unhappy:
  "What are you doing here again?"

His eyes were fixed on her, as if he was examining everything about her.

The more Nanchang looked at it, the more he felt there was something wrong with Fengling. He began to wonder if she and Feng Qianqian were colluding?
  This woman deliberately married into the magic city to delay time, while Feng Qianqian took the opportunity to escape.

Are they toying with him? Nanchang Yue was full of doubts.

Feng Ling looked at his cold face without flinching. She walked over and put the gauze and medicine bottle on the table.
  "Demon Lord, the wound on your shoulder has not healed. I got some medicine from the demon doctor and I want to help you deal with it."

Nanchang frowned and waved his hand impatiently, "Get out, I don't need these."

Feng Ling hesitated for a moment, but decided to try again.
  "Demon Lord, are you angry? Being angry will affect your health."

She looked at him with concern in her eyes. When Nanchang didn't answer, Fengling smiled and said,

"Demon Lord, no matter how angry you are, you should not make fun of your own body."

Nanchang glanced at her and said nothing.

Feng Ling suddenly smiled and suggested, "How about we make a deal?" "I'll tell you a secret, but you have to help me deal with the wound."

Nanchang's eyes became more dangerous,
  "Are you threatening me, Feng Ling? Do you think I'm easy to talk to?"

"No, Lord Demon Lord, I am not threatening you. This is just a simple agreement."

Seeing Feng Ling's serious expression, Nanchang thought about it more and felt that it might be Feng Qianqian's whereabouts. Decided to hear her secret. He grabbed her wrist,
  "What secret do you know?"

Feng Ling looked at him gently and helplessly, "But we have to deal with the wound first, and then I can tell you."

Nanchang bit her thin lips tightly, trying her best to suppress the irritability in her heart, and locked her eyes on that familiar face.

"If you dare to play tricks, I won't let you go easily."

Feng Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then said to him seriously:

"I just want to help you, I will never hurt you."

Nanchang Yue snorted coldly to express disdain.

Seeing that the other party seemed to accept her attitude, Feng Ling slowly stretched out her hand and carefully held the hand that was tightly clenched on her wrist.

She noticed that there was also a wound on the palm of her hand. Although it was not serious, the blood was already somewhat dry because it had not been treated for too long.

She gently cleaned the blood around the wound with a wet handkerchief. Her movements were gentle and careful, brushing across his palm like a feather, bringing a strange itching feeling.

Nanchang frowned more, feeling that this was not just a touch, but a deeper feeling quietly spreading in his heart. It was like something soft lightly tickled his heart, making him a little overwhelmed.

Nanchang was more and more unaccustomed to this feeling, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but was gently held down by Feng Ling. Feng Ling looked up at him, "Don't move, it will be fine soon." She said softly.

Nanchang glared at her, "I don't have time to spend here with you. Hurry up!" His tone seemed a little impatient.

"I understand, Lord Demon Lord!"

Feng Ling pulled out the gauze with lightning speed and treated his wound.

Her hands were soft and delicate, with slightly pale fingertips, and she carefully wiped the wound with a handkerchief.

Nan Changyue's eyes slid from these magical hands to her face,
  Compared with Feng Qianqian's appearance, she obviously has a unique charm.

The small crimson mole at the end of her eyebrows added a touch of tenderness to her eyes.

Fengling carefully applied medicine to him and told him,

"Fortunately, the wound is not deep. It may feel a little itchy after applying the medicine. Remember not to touch the water. It will probably recover tomorrow."

Nanchang Yue snorted coldly, this woman was so courageous that she dared to guide him.

Did she think that a few unintentional helpings would lead to her taking advantage of others?

The more Nanchang didn't want to talk to her, the air was filled with silence, but there was no awkward atmosphere. The main reason is that this person himself has an indifferent temperament.

Feng Ling was speechless. This person was so boring. No wonder the heroine wanted to escape from the marriage. If you were with him, wouldn't you be suffocated to death?

After the wounds on her palms and shoulders were treated, Feng Ling breathed a sigh of relief, smiled gently at him, and said, "Demon Lord, it's been taken care of.

Then he put away the medicine bottles and gauze scattered on the table.

Nanchang looked at the bandaged wound, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at her deeply.
  "What's the secret you're talking about?"

Feng Ling sighed softly, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but she quickly adjusted and looked at him with a smile.
  "Come closer and I'll tell you."

Nanchang frowned, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Feng Ling looked at him innocently, waving her empty hands in front of his eyes.

"Are you afraid of me? Let me tell you, I really didn't lie to you. Just come closer and I will tell you."

The more Nanchang looked at her like this, the more doubts he felt in his heart, but he still got closer.

Feng Ling smiled and whispered in his ear, "I'm only telling you one person... Do you know that the sow raised by the aunt in the kitchen was pregnant and gave birth to seven piglets?

But the colors of these seven little pigs are completely different from the boars in my aunt’s house. Now the boar is very angry. He suspects that the sow is stealing someone behind his back..."

Nanchang Yue's anger instantly surged into his heart, and his face turned livid.

He hated others teasing him the most, but the daring person in front of him made him experience unprecedented humiliation. He suddenly struck Feng Ling with his palm and shouted:

"Get away from me!"

However, Feng Ling was like a nimble swallow, dodging the blow lightly.

Nanchang Yue became even more furious, grabbed the classics on the case and threw them at her hard.

"You are so brave, how dare you tease me!

　Drama heroine flirts with men online

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)