Sansheng Xiantu is here for you

Chapter 659
As for the abdominal wound, it didn't matter at all whether it was bandaged or not.

But seeing that Leng Qianyue was bandaging carefully before, he didn't say much.

When he touched Mo Jianfeng's body before, he realized that this person has gone through too much suffering in order to save people these years.

If he doesn't want to wake up, even the best medicine in the world can't cure him.

At night, with the death of the mausoleum demon troll, all the surrounding monsters ran out like a celebration party.

The sound of beasts, one after another, brought this peaceful night into a bustling scene.

When Bihai came back, the sky was covered with stars.

It licked its tongue with a look of relief.

Following Leng Qianyue's smell, he chased to the cave, and as soon as he entered, he saw that Leng Qianyue still had his eyes open.

"Qianyue, why haven't you slept yet?" She asked dumbly.

Hearing Bi Hai's voice, Leng Qianyue yawned wearily and nodded silently, "I'm afraid that something will happen to him."

As Leng Qianyue spoke, she nodded to Mo Jianfeng next to her.

Bi Hai let out a cry, and leaned closer to Leng Qianyue, only to find that Helan Yunlian, although she was resting with her eyes closed, was still breathing, obviously not asleep.

It yawned by itself, squeezed to the side of the bonfire, rolled over, showing its bulging belly.

Seeing it yawn, Leng Qianyue couldn't help blinking sleepily.

Seeing that Mo Jianfeng's face was covered with hot sweat, Leng Qianyue took out a handkerchief and wiped the other's forehead vigorously a few times.

Helan Yunlian did not speak from the beginning to the end. He could clearly feel that Mo Jianfeng's physical characteristics were quietly dissipating, and his body temperature was gradually decreasing.

I remember that it was more than ten years ago when I heard about Lan Yunzong's accident.

For a man who spent more than ten years collecting impossible medicinal materials, anyone would admire him.

However, today, Mo Jianfeng is finally tired.

Helan Yunlian sighed inwardly, and Leng Qianyue's hoarse voice suddenly came from next to her ear.

"It can't be a nightmare, why does it feel weird?"

He opened his eyes slightly, and saw Leng Qianyue bent over, her thick and curly eyelashes trembling slightly, and her dark eyes sparkling with fire, carefully studying Mo Jianfeng's expression.

Looking down, Helan Yunlian's face was instantly flushed with a layer of pink.

Although Leng Qianyue's clothes were tight, she could still see some snow-white gullies from this angle.

Helan Yunlian hurriedly turned her eyes away, looking at the hair crown on Mo Jianfeng's head.

Mo Jianfeng, who was lying still at first, opened his dry lips slightly, and one or two out-of-tune notes overflowed from his mouth.

Leng Qianyue lay beside her, as if she heard the words "don't" and "help".

She frowned, and raised her hand to rub the other's frown away.

"It's just a little injury, and it will be better tomorrow."

She spoke softly, her voice soft like soft honey.

Helan Yunlian laughed silently when she heard her voice coaxing a child.

No one would wake up because of a single sentence.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Mo Jianfeng's tightly closed eyes opened slowly.

Feeling the soft and warm touch between the brows, Mo Jianfeng's mouth raised a smile, that smile spread out the mandarin quilt, the waves turned red crepe, and it was an indescribable elegance.

But when his eyes focused and saw the strange woman in front of him, Mo Jianfeng froze for a moment.

(End of this chapter)