Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 1392 Pen and Ink End of the World (73)

Linghu Lan's heart softened, she squatted down, took off a necklace from her neck, hung it on Wen Cai'er's neck, patted the back of her hand, got up and left here quickly with Ming Hong.

Wen Caier took a step, but was held back by the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist coaxed Wen Caier patiently, "Is Caier right? Come on, don't cry, be good! We will find you a good home."

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Linghu Lan and Minghong walked on the road for a while, Linghu Lan stopped and asked, "Are you injured?"

Minghong paused, then smiled and said, "Do you feel distressed?"

"Don't feel bad!"

Minghong suffocated for breath, and then his face darkened.

Linghu Lan laughed loudly, stretched out her hand and lifted Minghong's clothes, Linghu Lan was a veteran in undressing, and Minghong's chest was already lost after three strikes.

When she saw a huge black handprint on Minghong's chest, her heart ached instantly, as if countless small needles were pricking her heart one by one. "How did it hurt like this?"

Minghong blushed slightly, but later, his breath gradually became unstable. He reached out and grabbed Linghulan's hand caressing his wound, and said softly: "Don't move! It's poisonous!"

Linghu Lan felt a dull pain in her heart, "Poisonous?"

"Don't touch it. You've taken the antidote and it will be fine in a while, but you can't touch it. It's very poisonous, and I'm afraid it will be passed on to you." Minghong stared at Linghu with strangely colored eyes. Lan, it's a pity that he has poison on him, otherwise, he's afraid that he will kill her.

Linghulan was silent for a while, Minghong smiled and touched her head, "Help me get dressed, after I recover from illness, you can take it off however you want."

She stretched out her hand to pull Minghong's clothes, tied the belt, and scraped Minghong's tight waist intentionally with her fingers. Minghong's breath was unsteady, and she grabbed Linghu Lan's hand, "What do you want to do?" ?”

"Practice first!" Linghu Lan smiled slightly.

Minghong blushed, gritted his teeth and looked at Linghu Lan, and cast a spell to wrap himself tightly. "You're not afraid of being poisoned. When I get rid of the poison, I don't need to practice, and I will become a regular directly."

Linghu Lan smiled, with inexplicable emotions surging in her heart. "How did you get hurt?"

"I was careless for a while, and was counterattacked by the big ghost king, but it's all over now. This time, it was completely uprooted."

What Minghong said was simple, but Linghu Lan could guess the shadow of sword, light and sword. Minghong was injured, which shows that the danger is extremely dangerous.

"Well, I know you're going to win."

Minghong's eyes were full of love and compassion, and he sighed: "I didn't expect that this time things would be so dangerous. When I was not around, something happened to you. Fortunately, there were no serious problems in the end!"

Linghu Lan lowered her head and smiled, the wind stirred her long hair, bringing a trace of tenderness. "It's also fortunate that no matter what happens these years, we are all together. Are you going back to the ghost house?"

"I won't go back, I'll go home with you." Minghong's eyes moved slightly, he didn't miss the years Linghulan said, a feeling of past events came over him, he didn't understand what it was, but intuition is very important .

"Okay!" Linghu Lan stroked her hair.

(End of this chapter)