The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 341: Thunder strikes from the sky, strike again and again

After only one night, her mental state has almost completely recovered, and there is no pain in the wound.

She didn't stay in the tub too long, and when she saw Xiao Momo leaving the room, she immediately came out.

As soon as she put on her dress in the room, someone pushed the door open again.

After realizing that someone was coming in, Feng Qianya turned around, and in her eyes was the extremely handsome face, she squinted her eyes, her pink lips were slightly parted, and there was a hint of surprise in her crisp voice, " Anling Yifeng?"

The person who came in was An Ling Yifeng. He was still dressed in spotless white clothes, and his temperament was still like a fairy who did not eat the fireworks of the world, but his clear and pure eyes were full of love for Feng Qianya. miss.

Because those clear and pure eyes were full of longing, they became more emotional, and they were no longer empty and indifferent as before.

With a flash of his figure, he suddenly appeared in front of Feng Qianya, staring at her tightly with clear eyes, and said very seriously: "Ya'er, I miss you so much..."

Speaking of this, An Ling Yifeng stopped for a moment, distressed and guilt filled his clear eyes, "Ya'er, I'm sorry! Although I left, I know that Ya'er suffered from the black flame after I left. I was injured by the demon's attack, I was going to rush back to help Ya'er, but I was stopped by Master, who said that Ya'er is a lucky person and will be fine."

After listening to what he said, Feng Qianya stared at him with a trace of surprise in her almond eyes, and raised her lips and asked, "How do you know I'm injured? How do you know that I'm in the Shengqing Palace, and in this room."

Although he didn't say anything, she can tell that he must have found this room immediately. Is he a god?

A slight smile appeared on An Ling Yifeng's handsome face, he stretched out his hand to take her slender hand, his delighted eyes fell on the phoenix ring on her ring finger, and said in a clear voice: "Ya'er, as long as you have the phoenix ring Now, no matter where Ya'er is? I will find Ya'er. If Ya'er is in great danger or even threatens her life, the phoenix ring on my hand will sense it. Therefore, I know that Ya'er is injured. .”

Hearing this, Feng Qianya squinted her eyes, raised her eyebrows and looked at him, raised her lips and said, "I was also injured last night, do you know?"

Since she was not seriously injured last night and her life was not in danger, An Ling Yifeng's phoenix ring did not sense it, but when he heard her say this, his heart tightened, and he stared at her worriedly, "Ya'er, you Where is it hurt?"

Seeing that he was worried, Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows and looked at him, with a slight smile on her lips, she pointed to her chest with her slender fingers, "here, but don't worry, there is no serious problem."

Seeing Feng Qianya pointing to his chest, An Ling Yifeng frowned deeply with his picturesque handsome brows, and subconsciously said, "Let me see."

"What?" Feng Qianya squinted her eyes, and as soon as she asked, she was hugged by An Ling Yifeng and laid flat on the bed.

He didn't have Xuanyuan Liluo's panic and embarrassment at all, and he took off Feng Qianya's dress seriously as he stretched out his hand.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya's almond eyes narrowed into a line, should she call him stupid or pure?The way he took off her dress was as comfortable as taking off his own, without any discomfort.

He is pure to the extreme.

But she couldn't let him take it off, she stretched out her jade hand to stop it, but An Ling Yifeng's big white hand was already pressing on the wound on her chest.

She noticed something strange in the wound, as if a gust of air flowed in.

After a while, An Ling Yifeng moved his hand away, and Feng Qianya's wound was obviously much smaller than before.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya narrowed her almond eyes, it turned out that he was healing her.

He and Xuanyuan Liluo used different methods of healing, but the effect was obvious.

Xuanyuan Liluo's treatment was physical therapy, while his was chemical therapy.

An Ling Yifeng stared down at the wound on her chest that had been much smaller, her picturesque handsome eyebrows were still furrowed, and there was love for Feng Qianya in those clear eyes.

He held Feng Qianya's slender hand tightly, and said guiltily: "Ya'er, it's all my fault, I should have returned earlier."

Seeing that An Ling Yifeng felt guilty, Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows and looked at him, raised her lips and said, "I can't blame you, and I hurt you on purpose."

She and Xuanyuan Mochen were both acting last night, and Xuanyuan Mochen would slap her just to convince Yueji that he cared about her.

As for Yueji's knife stabbing her, she could have avoided it, but she deliberately let her stab her to make her believe it even more.

An Ling Yifeng's clear eyes stared at her puzzledly, "Why did Ya'er get hurt on purpose?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a white gourd flying in from the door, and then he slapped An Ling Yifeng's head fiercely. It stopped him from staring at Feng Qianya.

Immediately, the white gourd made a dissatisfied low voice, "Yifeng, what did you ask Third Master Uncle to say about you? He asked you to come in and invite Xiao Youyou out. You are dawdling, just talking about love, forgetting about your master and your third uncle. Uncle, are you still waiting outside the door?"

An Ling Yifeng heard what the white gourd said, but because his eyes were blocked by its gourd body, he couldn't see Feng Qianya, so he frowned and said: "Uncle Third, Ya'er is injured, I'm healing Ya'er. "

"What? My little Youyou was injured?" As soon as the white gourd heard what An Ling Yifeng said, it immediately flew away from his eyes, turned the head of the gourd and flew to Feng Qianya who was looking at it.

Then it flew around Feng Qianya's body, as if looking for where Feng Qianya was injured.

And Feng Qianya squinted her almond eyes tightly, staring at the white gourd she had seen once, last time she saw it, it circled around her like this, and said he was her daddy.

She raised her crescent eyebrows slightly, raised her lips and asked, "Why are you again? Why are you here?"

Seeing that the white gourd was circling around Feng Qianya, An Ling Yifeng pointed at Feng Qianya's chest, and said in a clear voice: "Uncle Third, Ya'er's injury is on her chest."

Hearing the white gourd, the head of the gourd pointed at Feng Qianya's chest, and then flew forward, as if desperately trying to arch into Feng Qianya's arms, and made a low voice, "Little Youyou, let me Daddy, let's see how your injury is doing?"

Feng Qianya looked down at the white gourd that was arching vigorously in front of her chest, a cloud of anger burned in her clear eyes, she stretched out her jade hand, grabbed the white gourd, threw it into the air, and then jumped away. He stood up, kicked the white gourd out of the room with one kick.

"Ah...Little Youyou, how can you kick your daddy me? You will be struck by lightning."

The deep sound of the white gourd broke in from the door.

Surprisingly, as soon as it finished speaking, the sky outside became dark, a silvery white lightning flashed across the sky, and with a "boom", a thunderbolt fell from the sky. Hitting Feng Qianya on the head, as if warning her, only one sound, and then there was no movement.

It was like a sunny day outside after the rain, and the sky was blue.

Seeing this, Feng Qianya twitched the corners of her lips, her almond eyes narrowed into a line.

An Ling Yifeng recovered from the thunder just now, stared at her worriedly, and said in a serious tone: "Ya'er, you can no longer be disrespectful to the third uncle, you will be struck by thunder."

Just as he finished speaking, the voice of the white gourd came in again, "Yifeng is right! Xiao Youyou, you can't beat me and your father, it's against the law of heaven."

Hearing the sound, Feng Qianya narrowed her almond eyes, walked out of the room quickly with graceful steps, only to see that Xiaoyangzi was really outside the door.

She glanced at Xiaoyangzi, then set her eyes on the white gourd. With a coquettish smile on her lips, she raised her lips and said, "I don't believe that you are really my father. If I give you a punch, if it's real, it will be lightning and thunder!" , I will recognize you."

Hearing the words, the white gourd immediately flew to Feng Qianya's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Little Youyou, don't worry about it, are you trying to commit suicide? Don't do anything stupid, if you are accidentally struck by lightning How can I explain to your mommy, Baby Baby, your daddy?"

"You Baobao?" Feng Qianya squinted her eyes when she heard it calling, but the way he called people was somewhat similar to hers.

Immediately she broke her wrist, raised her eyebrows and looked at it, raised her lips and said, "I just can't think about it."

After she finished speaking, she raised her jade hand, but before she could drop it, a silver-white lightning flashed across the sky, and then there was a "bang", and a thunderbolt struck down from the sky.

At this time, Xuanyuan Liluo and Xiao Momo, who heard the thunder, just walked into the Hibiscus Garden, and saw a silver-white lightning strike Feng Qianya.

Seeing this, the two immediately shouted in worry.

"Sister-in-law Six, be careful."

"Be careful, queen mother, little fairy."

Feng Qianya stood where she was, her almond eyes widened, staring at the thunder that struck her in disbelief.

"Ya'er..." Seeing that she was about to be struck, An Ling Yifeng subconsciously flew forward, hugging her and protecting her in his arms.

And the thunder was about to hit his head, at the very moment, Xiao Yangzi pointed at them with his fingers together, and instantly transferred the Dafa, making him and Feng Qianya disappear under the thunder.

"Boom..."

There was only a sound, and the thunder struck the ground, as if it had exploded, the dust was flying, and a hole was struck by the lightning on the ground, which was not only black, but also burning with flames.

After escaping from danger, An Ling Yifeng stared closely at Feng Qianya, who was protected by him in his arms, with a happy smile on his handsome face, "Ya'er, fortunately it wasn't you, otherwise, Ya'er If my son gets hurt, I will..."

Speaking of this, An Ling Yifeng paused for a moment, and then said from the heart, with a sincere tone: "When Ya'er gets hurt, I will be heartbroken, very heartbroken, I would rather be the one who gets hurt, and I am willing to get hurt instead of Ya'er."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white gourd flew in front of him, and the head of the gourd stuck to his white forehead, making a "boo" and then made a low voice, "Good son-in-law, you have finally enlightened, you know How can you love my little Youyou?"

After the white gourd finished speaking, it turned the head of the gourd and flew to Feng Qianya's ear, and said in a low voice: "Little Youyou, Yifeng risked his life to save you, you're welcome, first poke hard."

(End of this chapter)