Magical Doctor Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 663 All these pains are transferred to Xiaobai

When Mo Feixun fell, he also put the Death God's Scythe into the time-space lock, subtracting the backlash it brought.

"puff!"

Another mouthful of blood spilled out of her mouth, as if countless flames were burning in her chest, the pain made her frown tightly.

"How are you?" Although Leng Shaoqing had thousands of doubts in her heart, it was more important to care about her injuries at the moment.

Mo Fei was in so much pain that she was speechless. This time she used the Death Scythe for a longer time than before, and the backlash and side effects afterwards were as painful as piercing her heart, and she even suffered from breathing pain.

"Benefactor, you are injured, it must be very painful, transfer all the pain to Xiaobai, woohoo." Xiaobai, Dark Wolf, Ahri also ran over from the side, looking at Mo Feixun nervously.

Mo Feixun looked up at them slightly, and shook his head weakly at them.

Leng Shaoqing's handsome face was also full of worries. He didn't know how to make medicine and didn't know what to do. When she was worrying, Mo Feixun moved her hand, and a medicine bottle appeared in her hand. She glanced at Leng Shaoqing. Qing, even if he didn't speak, Leng Shaoqing understood.

Leng Shaoqing quickly took out the pill from the medicine bottle and fed it to Mo Feixun.

When Mo Feixun took the elixir, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The elixir can only relieve the pain a little bit, but it is already insignificant for those piercing pains.

There is no way to eliminate the backlash brought about by the death sickle with pills, only to wait for it to disappear slowly.

Seeing Mo Feixun, Leng Shaoqing was so painful that he broke out in a cold sweat, so he had no choice but to inject some spiritual power into her, hoping to reduce her pain.

"Leave here first." After Mo Feixun's pain was not as strong as before, she gritted her teeth and said,
Leng Shaoqing nodded slightly, and Xiaobai hurriedly led the way.

Leng Shaoqing hugged Mo Feixun, followed behind Xiaobai, beside Ahri and Dark Wolf, looking at Mo Feixun who was drowsy in pain in his arms, the strong feeling in his heart emerged again.

Who the hell is he...

Why is it so familiar, why does he still have the Death Scythe, what is the relationship between him and the girl he met before?
Many questions hovered in Leng Shaoqing's arms, and he wanted to ask them, but Mo Feixun was so painful that he passed out in his arms.

Mo Feixun didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but he finally woke up.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Leng Shaoqing's beautiful jawline and high nose bridge.

Leng Shaoqing was very handsome, even if he stood in front of Beiming Yufeng, his good looks would not give way.

He was sitting on the ground with his back leaning against a stone, apparently resting with his eyes closed, and his arms were still hugging himself.

Through the shirt, Mo Feixun could feel the temperature from his arm, it was warm and not uncomfortable.

Mo Feixun got up from his arms, and he opened his eyes immediately, his eyes were a bit tired, and there was a faint bruise under his eyes, as if he hadn't rested for a long time.

"How are you, do you feel better?"

"It's almost fine, thank you." Mo Feixun felt awkward being held by Leng Shaoqing, so he quickly got up from his arms, and smiled faintly at him.

That slight smile caught Leng Shaoqing for a moment, and he felt that the smile was very familiar.

(End of this chapter)