Incoming Waste Wood: The Demon Pussy Lady of the Evil King

Chapter 125 Long Yan Saved Her

The corners of Feng Qing's mouth twitched. Could it be that he is a vampire? No way. This is the Fantasy Land. She shook her head and started to fight seriously.

The thick smoke gradually permeated and became thicker and thicker. Feng Qing accidentally inhaled it, coughing badly, and clutching her chest, "This smell is really unbearable!"

"This is my unique technique, and you will be caught soon!" The piercing voice came again.

Feng Qing dodged to the side all of a sudden, but the black smoke followed her as if consciously, sweat gradually appeared on her forehead, she touched the sweat, and said a few words silently, "It's over, my space can't open opened."

"This is my place, it's in my space, how can I open other spaces, don't struggle, be good, I will slowly suck you dry, come here!"

"Bah, shit, you're just dreaming!" Feng Qing roared, concentrating her profound strength, meditating something silently, her body gradually became hot.

Suddenly red eyes flashed, the man in black was startled, and increased the release of smoke, Feng Qing held her breath, but the black smoke got in through her pores, she coughed, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell silent all of a sudden. Kneel on the ground.

"Take your life!" The man in black dodged and appeared in front of Feng Qing, stretching out his black claws to grab Feng Qing.

At this time, a golden light suddenly lit up, and the man in black covered his eyes with his sleeve, "You..." He was stunned when he saw the person coming.

"You are not a small person!" A deep and hoarse voice sounded immediately.

The man in black paused, "Hmph!"

Pa, a flash of light rushed over, only heard a puff, the man in black held his chest and looked at him hatefully, then disappeared with a spin.

"You're finally here, damn it, I wasn't beaten to death, I was about to stink to death, Lan Yu, I..." Before Feng Qing could finish speaking, she rolled her eyes and passed out.

Long Yan sighed, moved, and hugged Feng Qing who was about to fall to the ground, "Lan, Yu?" He muttered silently, frowning tightly.

Holding Feng Qing in his arms, he left in a flash, and came to his palace in a blink of an eye. He looked down at Feng Qing who had fainted, and checked her breathing, "The breathing is stable, it's okay, I didn't inhale too much. Stink."

He tucked the quilt for her, "Disobedient!" Sighed softly, shook his head, glanced at her again, turned and left.

Medicinal room:
"My lord, is there something wrong with your body?" The imperial doctor lowered his hands respectfully.

Long Yan glanced at him indifferently, walked to the medicine cabinet, carefully identified the herbs in his hand, and said casually: "You go down first."

"Oh, yes!" The imperial doctor glanced at the herbs in Long Yan's hands, a little surprised, but he didn't speak, turned and walked out.

Long Yan's eyes were stained with carefulness. He took the medicinal material and smelled it, put it down again, opened the cupboard, and searched until a smile that didn't fit his temperament appeared in his eyes. He held two red leaves and turned around. walked out.

"Today, don't say anything about my visit to the herbal diet room!" Long Yan ordered lightly, but there was a hint of coldness between his words.

"That's natural, the lower officials must be conservative."

Long Yan hummed, and left in a flash.

Going back to the room, I found a cup, put Wen Ye in it, stretched out my hand, held it in one hand, and condensed the air in the other, a ball of fire rose and burned around the cup.

He distractedly glanced at Feng Qing, who was lying motionless on the bed, and frowned. She must have woken up at this time. He walked over, looked at the sweat on Feng Qing's forehead, and paused. , picked up the handkerchief beside the bed and wiped it gently.

His fingers moved under Feng Qing's side face, a slight bulge made his fingertips pause, Long Yan stood up, looked down at Feng Qing who was sleeping restlessly, sighed, and walked aside.

Soon Wen Ye was done, Long Yan poured out a cup, let it cool down and put it on the table, quietly waiting for Feng Qing to wake up.

Feng Qing turned her body from time to time, bit her lip, "Lan Yu..."

Hearing the sound, Long Yan came to Feng Qing's side in a flash, bent down, looked at Feng Qing, "Xiao Qi, wake up!"

Feng Qing seemed to be trapped in a nightmare, her head was blurred, but a low and hoarse voice, with a bit of intoxication, seemed to be saying something, Xiao Qi?Who is Xiaoqi?Why are you screaming in your own ears? It's really annoying, it seems to be sleeping, and the mind is so tired.

"Lan Yu..." With a low murmur, Feng Qing fell into a deep sleep again.

Hearing her name, Long Yan thought for a moment, "It's him again, who is this Lan Yu?"

Looking at Feng Qing who fell into a deep sleep again, Long Yan frowned, staring at her all the time, touching her face with his finger again, pulling along the bulge of that side face, and pausing again with his finger , hesitated for a moment, still did not uncover.

"Xiao Qi, I know you are Xiao Qi, my Xiao Qi, but you still have no way to prove your identity, and I can't take you away until you find the dragon vein that your ancestors said, and everything can be restored , then you remembered everything, Lan Yu, who is this man, you keep thinking about him, do you like him?"

"Don't be afraid, when you think of everything, you will gradually forget about that person, no matter how important it is to you, everything will be over!" Long Yan touched her face, a trace of inexplicable expression appeared on her face.

He stood up, picked up Wenye Juice, walked over with it, helped Fengqing up, and fed her gently, Fengqing frowned, her tongue was about to be bitter, although she was not awake, she still had a sense of taste of.

Feng Qing shook her head, trying to avoid the bitter taste, but suddenly, her jaw was tightly pinched, accompanied by a hint of sweetness, the bitter taste suddenly faded a lot.

Long Yan held the sugar juice, his serious and handsome face was filled with tenderness, he smiled lightly, and laid her flat, "Xiao Qi, sleep well, it will be fine when you wake up."

Hearing that deep voice, Feng Qing suddenly felt a sense of security in her heart, and gradually fell asleep. This time, it seemed that there was no nightmare, and everything was beautiful. The strange thing was that there was still a gentle man, she chased after him. He ran over and looked at his face carefully, his eyes widened in surprise, Mr. Guoshi.

"Why is it you?" Feng Qing woke up suddenly, opened her eyes, and her dark eyes rolled around, "Where is this place?"

She sat up, rubbed her sore neck, looked at the whole house with her eyes, lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and smelled the fragrance coming from the room.

Biting her nails, she patted her forehead, "When I was dreaming, why did I dream of the National Teacher?" It's still a gentle Master of the National Teacher, it's really scary enough!
(End of this chapter)