After The Villain and I Died Together

  Chapter 577 The last line of defense collapses

  After doing a series of psychological constructions, when it was close to the closing time, Jing Dong still had his heart beating like a drum.

  She thinks this is a very unprofessional performance. Feng Shi is now a patient, and she shouldn't have any distracting thoughts.

  The thin lips at the time of sealing are not bloody, but it makes people have an urge to smudge with color, which is still so alluring.

  The Great Demon Lord himself is a guy who is good at deceiving people's hearts.

  Jing Dong looked at that handsome face magnified a little bit, closed his eyes and pressed his cold lips all at once.

  It seemed that an electric current rushed to her along Feng Shi’s lips, and Jing Dong’s eyelashes quivered with a tingling sensation all over her body.

   Still knowing what she was doing, she didn't lose her mind due to the current numbness, she gently pried open the lips and teeth when the seal was sealed, and fed all the medicine in.

  This medicine is very effective. Although there will be some drug precipitation, but the current situation at the time of closure, only these powerful drugs can be used.

  Jing Dong got up from him, and immediately left the small wood house, his face was like a fire.

After finally calming down, Jing Dong returned to Xiaochaifang, and his face had improved a bit when he was sealed.

  Her medicinal effect is indeed strong, and more importantly, her recovery ability is also really strong.

Jing Dong quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him getting better.

  Jing Dong sat aside and stared at Feng Shi's handsome face. What appeared in his mind was underwater. He didn't hesitate to turn over and protect himself under his body, letting the bullet hit his back.

  Her ears heard his low muffled grunt, how painful it was to hit her body, Jing Dong knew, but he didn't mean to avoid it at all, instead he hugged her tighter and tighter.

  This feeling of being fully protected, Jingdong’s last line of defense collapsed.

  The things of the last life have passed, and the positions of the last life were naturally opposed, but there was no deep hatred between the two originally...well, except for the same death.

  Jing Dong thought of this, stretched out his hand and touched his nose. I don't know about this. The Demon Lord knew it or not. If I knew that she was the one who detonated the Demon Temple in the end, I don't know how he would feel.

  But she didn’t mean it...

  The detonation of the magic temple was purely an accident.

  After all, she herself didn't want to die, and she didn't expect that the Great Demon Lord would be within the explosion range at that time.

  I'm afraid it's useless to explain this matter to him, but it will be regarded as a sophistry, but this matter should be confessed when necessary.

  The door of the small wood house was knocked, and the old woman was standing at the door carrying a basket with bread and water in it, and two small cans of milk.

  Jingdong is very pleasantly surprised. With these, it is of great benefit to the closing time!

  She thanked the old woman seriously, and saw the old woman go back with a small lamp.

  Jingdong simply ate some bread and drank some water. She left both bowls of milk for Feng Shi.

  Because the medicine she drank while feeding Fengshi worked, she didn't have a fever at night when Fengshi, but faintly woke up. Jingdong noticed it for the first time. Seeing his weak appearance, her mind felt a little painful.

  "You wake up, come and drink some milk." Jing Dong put some medicines to replenish qi and blood in the milk, which greatly helped his recovery.

   Seeing Jing Dong when closing, her bloodless lips lightly opened, "Are you okay."

  When he opened his eyes, the first sentence was to ask himself, Jing Dong’s nose suddenly sore, but the light was dim here, with only a small light above his head.

   "I'm fine." Jing Dong's figure was dull with a little nasal voice.

   Hearing her response, he closed his eyes with a low ‘um’ when he shut down, and a single sentence made him very tired.

  (End of this chapter)