Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

Isn't she hurt?

Isn't Leng Feng riding a horse with her?

How did she get to such a place again? And when did Wuxin and Xiaodong come? Why didn't she have any impression? Did she have a coma for a long time?

Many problems, in Nangong Beibei's heart, tightly occupied, pressure her breathing, some heavy. She looks deeply puzzled, as well as the pain in her eyes, Lengfeng has noticed. She holds her hand and explains the whole story to her, but Nangong Beibei has made it clear.

"You are going to take me to southern Xinjiang?"

Lengfeng nodded: "this poison is from southern Xinjiang. We have to go and find a witch doctor or an unintentional master, then you can be saved."

"You'd better put me down. I'm hurt. Aren't you hurt too? Xiao Dong is a child. He has no intention and no martial arts skills. If something really happens, can you take care of so many of us? " Nangong Beibei is worried and has a firm attitude. At the moment, there is no hatred.

"It was because I didn't know that I had caused so many misunderstandings. How can I give up when I'm by your side this time? As long as I don't die, I will take you to the south of Xinjiang and let the people there treat you. " Cold wind's attitude is also very firm.

"Sister, don't worry. My brother and I will learn martial arts and protect you well." Xiao Dong straightened his chest and took a picture, just like an adult.

Along the way, although Xiao Dong didn't speak much, he always listened to and kept in mind the feelings and words of unintentional and Lengfeng.

This is to make Nangong Beibei laugh. It's hard for Xiaodong to have such a heart.

"Beibei, Xiaodong is really telling the truth. Don't make a sound. Keep your strength. Don't be too weak at that time. " I don't want to get entangled with Nangong Beibei in the sentence just now.

Nangong Beibei leans against the tree and has a rest. Although there is no way to untie the poison on her body, Nangong Beibei is very clear.

It's just the medicine given by Qiushui and the blood of Xiaohu that are hanging her life. Otherwise, she has already died of poison. Nangong Beibei really doesn't know how long she can last.

"Cold wind, if I really die, cremate me and scatter my ashes in the wind. I like the wind to lead me to find my way home." Nangong Beibei put his hand on the shoulder blade of the cold wind, attached to his ear, and said so softly.

Cold calm brow, holding back the pain brought by the heavy pressure on the scapula, the tone is very firm: "no, you are dead, I will not be as you wish, what's more, you are not dead now."

Nangong Beibei smiles. Even if she is not dead now, she will die soon. However, it's a happy thing to be accompanied by the cold wind at the last moment of her life.

After half an hour's rest, Lengfeng carries Nangong Beibei on his back, and unconsciously continues to walk towards the road ahead. Nangong Beibei holds his face tightly against his back.

But there are tears, from the corner of the eye at the beginning of the winding flow, wet his clothes, very hot, cold wind whispered: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

I don't know. Nangong Beibei cries even more fiercely. She is from the 21st century. I haven't heard of her words there.

The so-called "warm words" are also a lot of ways to deceive girls, but Nangong Beibei, because of his "I'm here, don't be afraid." And moved.

This is the warmest love words, not as good as a me by your side.

The throat is bulging, like a foreign body stuck. It's very uncomfortable. She choked and asked him, "Leng Feng, maybe I will really die, maybe I will find my way home, but you must be good."

"I can't live without you. Beibei, you should know that if you die, I will not live alone in the world. If I survive, I will fulfill my original promise and marry you. How about that? " Lengfeng carries Nangong Beibei and walks behind. Her footprints are deep and shallow, and her voice is deep in Nangong Beibei's heart.

Why is warmth always after parting?

"Good." Nangong Beibei smiles. It's a pity that Lengfeng's last words can never be realized. Her physical condition is a little bad.

Even if there were those drugs, she was afraid that she would not be able to hold on. Her eyes were getting darker and darker. She leaned on Lengfeng's shoulder and fell asleep.

Lengfeng steps, holding her pulse, feel her pulse is still, ear and sounded the words of autumn water, but put down the heart.

Beibei, don't be afraid.

Anyway, I'm by your side.

After finding a way down the mountain and entering the market, they did not dare to stop. Instead, they hired a carriage, bought some dry food and continued to set out on the road to southern Xinjiang.

This time, there is a coachman, and they also disguised themselves. If they meet Lin Qing again, they won't be seen through so quickly, and they will have a chance of life.

Seven days later, it snowed heavily.

At dawn, the groom stopped in the village near the border of Southern Xinjiang. "I can only send you here. People in southern Xinjiang are not so easy to deal with."

This is a sincere warning. Many people come to southern Xinjiang every year. There are few people who can go back.

"This is all the deposit, thank you." Unintentionally, he said thanks to the groom and came down from the carriage with the little fish. For seven days, they were on their way.

The body has been exhausted for a long time.

"In a word, you'd better be careful."

After saying goodbye to the groom, they set out towards the border. It was common for them to walk all the way. When they arrived at the border of the city gate, they were stopped: "who's coming?"

For two hundred years, southern Xinjiang and central plains were in peace. Only the people from Central Plains entered Southern Xinjiang, but no one from southern Xinjiang came out. It lasted for two hundred years, which was too long.

"We are guided to find the witch doctor. This is the keepsake given to us by that man. My master, Liu Qingxuan, has come to southern Xinjiang." Inadvertently, he handed the token given by Qiushui to the soldier guarding the gate.

The soldier's face changed, but he let it go quickly. You know, the token was also held by the royal family in southern Xinjiang.

"Please." The soldiers backed aside to give them a way out.

However, before they had taken a few steps, they had already turned around and ran back, facing the soldiers, politely: "excuse me, how can I find the witch doctor?"

"The witch doctor is in the royal family. You take this brand and go directly into the imperial city."

The royal family, the imperial city?

The role of this brand is so big, who is Qiushui in southern Xinjiang?