Miss is not human

Chapter 995 Young Master Murong Woke Up

Patriarch Murong's face was ashen all the way, he didn't expect his innocent young son to stay in this kind of place!

This makes the Murong family of the scholarly family feel so embarrassed.

"Patriarch Murong, I don't know why you have such an expression. Isn't it because of the family's greed that this place exists? Can you just ignore what the previous generation did, and look down on them while hoping that they can bring benefits to the family? , too greedy."

Nanmen Jing sneered, and pushed open a small door in front of him, and the overwhelming smell of blood came from the sky.

Patriarch Murong's pupils constricted, he did not expect to see such a scene.

Young Master Murong was lying on the small bed, with his upper body exposed, bandages wrapped around his abdomen, his pale face seemed to be breathless.

Incense was burning in the room, but even the incense was not enough to dispel the bloody smell, how strong it was!

Patriarch Murong stood there, his legs trembling a little, he didn't dare to step forward to check if the person lying there was alive or dead.

"Patriarch Murong, the young master has no chance. I have already healed his wounds, and you still need to untie the secretary to let the blood flow in his whole body. Otherwise, if the blood vessels are blocked for a long time, it may hurt the spirit veins." , affect the future realm." Nanmen's quiet voice sounded from behind.

In such a room, with an inexplicably eerie feeling, Patriarch Murong swallowed his saliva, stepped forward and came in front of Young Master Murong.

Looking at the pale and almost transparent face, he felt a little heartbroken, and put his hand on Young Master Murong's neck.

It was warm, the temperature of a living person, and he breathed a sigh of relief, standing there and panting heavily: "Huhu——"

"Patriarch Murong, please." Nanmen Jing chuckled, watching Patriarch Murong's actions, he really looked down on Patriarch Murong, thinking he was old and pedantic.

However, Young Master Murong is really a dragon and phoenix among men, it seems that he is more like the deceased Mrs. Murong.

Patriarch Murong also felt that he had lost his composure just now, coughed lightly, made a rather peculiar mark with his hand, and tapped Young Master Murong's brow.

Obviously the spiritual power has been removed, but a faint golden light overflowed from Patriarch Murong's fingertips, like a small bug, slowly crawled into the forehead of Young Master Murong.

Then, looking at the golden light like a little bug, he dragged out a golden brush from between the eyebrows of Young Master Murong.

It was Young Master Murong's natal spiritual weapon, the golden light was wrapped around the golden pen, and the flashes of light reflected on Young Master Murong's face, making his pale face even more gloomy.

A strenuous expression flashed across Patriarch Murong's face, and he withdrew the golden light.

The golden pen was still shining, and once again sank into Young Master Murong's eyebrows with light.

"Ahem--it hurts--" Young Master Murong exclaimed, slowly opened his eyes, and saw Patriarch Murong who was blowing his beard and staring at him: "Father, why are you here?"

Nanmen Jing was slightly surprised. She didn't expect the Murong family father and son to be so affectionate, and they could recognize such a face?

Nanmen Jing thought for a while, if his old man was beaten like this, would he still recognize him?

Silently lighting a root of wax in my heart, I decided to treat the old man better in the future.

Nanmen Zhu, who was chatting with the Patriarchs, covered his mouth and nose and sneezed, and wrapped his coat tightly: It's strange, why did the weather suddenly change, let's go back to the house and add an extra dress.

(End of this chapter)