It's too hard to chase after the demon concubine

Chapter 261 Where are you touching, Dengtuzi (3)
Yun Qianruo was startled, and blinked her eyes. Is that... his true energy?Is this guy trying to poison her?However, this corpse poison is not an ordinary pervert at all!Unless there is an antidote, it must not be solved!
"concentrate!"

A cold and deep voice came from behind her, with a tinge of indisputability, Yun Qianruo curled her lips, but she closed her eyes in cooperation, held her breath, and let the cool but soft zhenqi wander in her body, It flows from the whole body along the eight extraordinary meridians.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when the cool and snow-like true energy flows through the meridians, the pain in the body that was eaten away by thousands of ants suddenly eased a lot. This feeling is like being burned by a raging fire. The earth ushered in a cool and pure rain, and those burnt pains were quietly healed without knowing it.

Yun Qianruo involuntarily relaxed her body and mind, wholeheartedly accepting the infuriating qi from outside, and her inexplicable trust.

Time passed by, a round of moonlight was idling, thousands of stars reflected the gurgling water, and the empty valley was so beautiful that it was not like a mortal world.

When Bei Mingfeng finally forced out all the toxins that had invaded her heart, and suppressed the remaining poisons in a certain place in her body with internal force, when she turned around, she found that Yun Qianruo had fallen asleep...

She tilted her head slightly, her sleeping face was peaceful and peaceful, her long eyelashes drooped, casting a faint shadow on her somewhat pale face, she looked so quiet, well-behaved, with a trace of delicate beauty.

Bei Mingfeng was slightly stunned, and a trace of confusion flashed across his deep purple eyes, and immediately, a trace of unknown emotion filled his heart.

She...is she extremely tired?Otherwise, I wouldn't just fall asleep like this.

A gust of night wind blew by, blowing up her messy hair, which stuck to her face wetly, Yun Qianruo who was sleeping seemed to feel the cold, shivering slightly.

Bei Mingfeng suddenly came back to his senses, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand to embrace her, wrapped her coat tightly, looked at her face, pursed his lips, raised his hand, and gently pushed her face away with his fingers on wet hair.

Yun Qianruo pursed her lips, the instinct of human attachment to warmth made her shrank into Bei Mingfeng's arms, rubbed her head against his chest a few times, and found a comfortable position to continue to sleep soundly.

Bei Mingfeng's body froze suddenly, and there was a clear wave in his vast purple eyes, like a lake surface with a breeze, although it was not a thousand feet of waves, but the ripples were faint.

He just kept his body stiff like that, looking at someone's small face pressed against his chest, a slight doubt flashed in his eyes.

He had hugged her like this before, why was everything normal at that time except his body was a little stiff, but at this moment, not only his body was stiff, but even his breathing was a little stagnant, and he seemed to feel his heart beating...

His heart never beats.Why, is this so?
"Roar--"

A low roar of a lion suddenly awakened Bei Mingfeng's thoughts drifting far away. He narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressed the unknown emotions in his heart, and hugged the little girl in his arms. His figure flashed and disappeared into the moonlit night breeze .

On the mountain in the distance, Meixi quietly leaned against the tree trunk behind her, watching everything that happened in the river, until the figure in black clothes like night completely disappeared from sight, she slowly got up and took a look at the mist The misty valley, with a little toe, turned into a stream of crimson light and disappeared on the cliff.

The upstream of the stream is like another world.

In front of the eyes, there is a sea of ​​wisteria flowers like a sea of ​​smoke. The lavender petals seem to be covered with a layer of silver clothes by the moonlight. They are gently swaying in the breeze, and there are colorful butterflies dancing among the flowers, joyful and free.

(End of this chapter)