Rebirth of the special forces: the only favorite concubine in cold love

Chapter 591
Mo Tingye is fine, he immediately followed what Master Wuhui and Taoist Zixu said, but Nangong Qianmo was in a daze due to excessive blood loss at the moment, and couldn't hear what the outside world was saying, Feng Zhiyao He Wen Chisu couldn't help calling out eagerly: "Lou Mo, wake up, wake up!"

Seeing that she was still unresponsive, Wen Chisu decided to be ruthless, and hit the pain point on her body with his internal force, and reminded her loudly while she was awake: "Lou Mo, be lucky, use the phoenix tactic to protect your body." !"

Nangong Qianmo just frowned, not fully awake, but subconsciously followed through with perseverance, Wen Chisu finally breathed a sigh of relief seeing this.

Not long after, accompanied by an intense dragon's chant and a high-pitched phoenix's cry, a dragon and a phoenix suddenly rose in mid-air, the golden dragon and the bloody fire phoenix entangled with each other and hovered above the exquisite nine-turn formation. The phoenix is ​​flying, the dragon sings to the sky, stepping on the sky, dancing in the sky, it is unstoppable.

"Look, that group of hostility has been suppressed!" Feng Zhiyao, who had been paying attention to the stars in the sky, suddenly said happily.

Wen Chisu heard the words and looked around, only to see that Feng Xing, which had been far away, was approaching Ziwei Di Xing again, and the two were cuddling tightly, so that the light of the two was evenly matched with the fierce aura.

At this moment, Taoist Zixu was already dripping with sweat, he looked up at the stars in the sky, and murmured: "Great, in another quarter of an hour, Ziwei Dixing and Fengxing's fate will be able to Compensate with that hostile energy two by two, and this life-changing technique will be considered successful!"

Hearing this, the faces of Feng Zhiyao and Wen Chisu couldn't help being tinged with joy, and even Master Wuhui heaved a sigh of relief, "Amitabha!"

Time passed bit by bit, and everyone held their breath to watch the stars in the sky. However, just when the fateful energy and hostile energy were about to fully merge, Nangong Qianmo, who was sitting in the formation, suddenly let out a mouthful. The blood came, and it fell straight down. As soon as the soul-inducing lamp without the wick was extinguished, the Nine Turns Linglong Formation collapsed without attack, and Panlong and Huofeng also disappeared.

"Mo'er!" Mo Tingye felt his heart suffocate suddenly, and immediately flew forward to embrace him in his arms. At this moment, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty scarlet, and there was even a deep sadness in his eyes. Terrified, he kept calling out, "Mo'er, wake up! I won't allow you to have anything to do!"

As soon as the Nine Turns Linglong Formation was broken, Taoist Zixu felt bad in his heart, he didn't bother to wait and see what the stars would look like, he hurried forward to check on Nangong Qianmo's situation.

Seeing his solemn expression, Feng Zhiyao couldn't help but said anxiously: "Master Daoist, how is she?"

Taoist Zixu sighed slightly: "Life is fine, but the loss of blood is so bad that I'm afraid it will take a long time to recuperate..."

"Then when will she wake up?" Feng Zhiyao asked.

Taoist Zixu shook his head: "The least is three to five days, and the most is..."

"Her hair!" Wen Chisu suddenly pointed at Nangong Qianmo's hair and exclaimed.

Looking down, I saw that the black hair on her head quickly became snow-white at a speed visible to the naked eye. From the root to the tip of her hair, it was completely white in an instant.

Her blue hair was covered with snow, making her bloodless face even paler, and there was still some bright red blood stains on the corners of her mouth. If it wasn't for the faint breathing in her nose, one would even doubt whether she was still alive...

Mo Tingye gently stroked her white hair with his hands in a daze, and something slipped down from the corner of his eyes, and landed on her fair and frail cheeks, leaving a faint wet mark.

Everyone surrounded the left and right, and no one made a sound.

As the night grew darker, his face was somewhat blurred in the darkness, and a great sorrow lingered around him.

He took off his coat and covered her, bent down and hugged the paper-thin woman in his arms, with a slight trembling in his voice: "Mo'er, I'll take you home."

Feng Zhiyao and Wen Chisu felt sour in their noses, they turned their faces away and couldn't bear to look at it.

After Mo Tingye left with Nangong Qianmo in his arms, Feng Zhiyao couldn't help asking about the result of changing his fate, but saw Taoist Zixu and Master Wugui sighed in unison, and said: "The astrology is messed up today, so change your fate." It is unknown what the outcome will be, and we can only wait and see at another time.”

"Amitabha, it's getting late, if the Taoist priest doesn't dislike it, why don't you stay here for one night?" Master Wuhui said a little worriedly.Concubine Xuan looks like this now, if Taoist Zixu returns to Prince Xuan's mansion at this time, it may be rare for Prince Xuan to look good...

Taoist Zixu shook his head and politely rejected his kindness: "I have to take some responsibility for that girl's appearance now, otherwise I won't feel at ease!"

Master Wuhui nodded: "Alright, if you need help, just send someone to Xiangguo Temple."

……

half a month later.

Under the towering old tree in Mochenju, the woman lay on a rocking chair in her clothes and basked in the sun, her eyes were slightly closed. After half a month of recuperation, her complexion has improved a lot, but her black hair never came back. coming.

"Daddy, why isn't mother awake? She's been asleep for half a month!" Little Baozi Mo Zhinan held a grasshopper woven of brown leaves in his right hand, and sat on the grass next to the rocking chair with his chin in his left hand. Dudu's little face was almost wrinkled into a bun.

Mo Tingye leaned against the tree in a simple and elegant white shirt, and wiped the black iron dagger over and over again, without answering.Ever since he came back from Xiangguo Temple that night, he seemed to be particularly fond of white clothes.

Seeing that his father ignored him, he raised his left hand and poked his mother's face once and for all, and said bitterly: "Mother, it's wrong for you to do this, you clearly promised to make delicious food for Nan'er." Yes, I don’t want to get up now..."

"Put your hands down, don't poke your mother's face!" Mo Tingye said without raising his head.

Xiao Baozi withdrew his evil hand angrily, and continued to play with his grasshopper.

The woman on the rocking chair seemed to feel uncomfortable on her face, frowned, and tried hard to open her heavy eyelids. The sunlight under the shade of the tree was a bit harsh, which made her squint her eyes. Hearing the little bun's complaint, she couldn't help but He slightly hooked his lips, sat up quietly and picked him up while he was unprepared, and said with a half-smile: "Nan'er seems to have a big opinion on mother!"

"Click!" With a sound, the dagger in the man's hand fell on the grass, and he looked up at her in a daze, the corners of his mouth trembling but he couldn't speak.

The little bun came back to his senses, kissed her hard on the face, and shouted happily: "Mother! You finally woke up, it's great!"

Nangong Qianmo wiped the drool on his face with his clothes in disgust, and said coolly, "That's not what you said just now!"

Mo Zhinan's little bun blinked his eyes, and said brazenly: "I call it 'Love and Responsibility'!"

(End of this chapter)