Miss Poison Doctor

Chapter 668

The very ambiguous Chaofeng Qingge squeezed his eyes, and Feng Lao opened his mouth with a strange expression on his face.

"I said girl, cough, what are you two doing in the room in the middle of the night? Tsk tsk... No wonder it drew out the cold poison of this kid."

As Feng Lao was talking, he also grinned at Feng Qingge with an ambiguous expression, with the expression of "I know everything".

When Feng Qingge heard the sound, her beautiful little face quickly became hot.

"Teacher, what are you talking about? It's not what you think... let's not talk about it, can his cold poison be cured?"

Barely suppressing the unnaturalness in her heart, Feng Qingge hurriedly raised her head again, asking anxiously.

"Well... this thing is too domineering, and it's impossible to cure it, but it's okay to suppress it for a while."

Elder Feng waved his hands with ease.

While speaking, he waved out the ink-black medicine cauldron, and threw a sentence towards Feng Qingge.

"Girl, come and guard the gate for me."

Then a ray of flame popped out from his hand, he grabbed a handful of medicinal materials and put them into the medicine cauldron, and started to make a fire to refine the medicine pill.

"Great."

Seeing Feng Lao's relaxed appearance, Feng Qingge breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as I relaxed, I felt that the palms of my hands were sticky and wet, and I was already sweating coldly.

He clenched his hands casually, forcing himself to calm down.

Feng Qingge continued to reach out and push Yun Linghan's shoulder.

"Ling Han, Ling Han, just persevere, the pill will be refined in a while, Ling Han, you must not sleep, do you hear me?"

While Feng Qingge was chatting with him, she stretched out her hands and rubbed his palms to make him warmer.

"Hiss... so cold.

As soon as her fingers touched his palm, Feng Qingge suddenly gasped from the cold.

Quickly let out a breath towards the palm of his hand, and rubbed it towards Yun Linghan's broad palm.

In the darkness, Yun Linghan seemed to feel the warmth coming from his hands. Yun Linghan, whose eyes were originally closed, gritted his teeth and insisted on opening them.

"Qingge..."

A hoarse and obscure voice sounded from his throat, as if he was suppressing the great pain coming from his body.

His handsome brows were knit into a ball, bean-sized beads of sweat densely covered his entire forehead, and his eyes were scarlet, full of sinister and bloodthirsty aura.

"Ling Han, you're awake, that's great. Don't worry, you'll be fine soon."

Seeing that Yun Linghan was awake, Feng Qingge's face brightened, and she quickly said to him.

A pair of small hands rubbed his hands vigorously, for fear that he would faint again.

"cold……"

Yun Linghan clenched his fists tightly, and mumbled out a word from his clenched teeth.

"I know, I know you're cold, Ling Han, just persevere, just persevere." Feng Qingge comforted quickly.

It felt like my heart was being sliced ​​through with a blunt knife, and it hurt so badly.

"cold…"

Yun Linghan spit out this word again from his thin lips.

A pair of big hands pinched her fingers tightly, and it hurt her a lot.

"Ling Han, I know you're cold, so persevere." Feng Qingge tried her best to make her voice sound calm and gentle.

After saying that, the man in front of him suddenly stretched his legs and pressed her waist hard.

"cough…"

Feng Qingge's breathing was tight, and she almost couldn't breathe out of the pressure.

(End of this chapter)