Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

Wu Ji hurriedly looked back, but there was no one behind him, not even a ghost. He thought to himself that maybe Feng Xiaoye thought too much.

They walked back and forth, and soon walked into the dense forest path in front of them.

Until their figure completely disappeared in front, Mo Yihan rode his horse to keep up.

"Young master, when will it be the first time for us to follow like this?" Chang Zhu asked softly.

He and Chang Song are subordinates who have followed the young master since childhood. They always obey the young master's orders, but this time the young master's behavior is really strange.

I heard that the old man has fallen ill, and the young master doesn't mean to go back?

"Just follow." Mo Yihan's voice and color were cold, even with a trace of suppressed anger.

Hearing the condensation between his voice and color, Chang Zhu was afraid to speak for a moment, so he had to swallow a mouthful of saliva and lower his head.

The young master's expression looks terrible.

Mo Yihan pinched the reins in his hand, and his blood surged from the bottom of his heart.

He could hear what Feng Ono said just now!

She even explained that they were just childhood playmates. If they were just playmates, was he pursuing childhood playmates now?

……

It was cold and dark.

Fengxiaoye makes Wuji stop in a quiet place in the forest and rest until the day.

After all, there are many wild animals in the forest.

She asked Wuji to get dry firewood. She lit a fire and sprinkled animal avoidance powder around her. Only then did she feel relieved to pave the place where she slept, and took the initiative to pave the place for Wuji.

Silent looked at her.

The girl's side face is more and more beautiful against the fire.

"Ono, are you tired? Are you hungry?"

"What would you do if I said I was hungry?" Feng Xiaoye raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.

Fengxiaoye's question also stunned Wuji. Then he slowly explained, "I'll pick some fruit for you, so you can fill your stomach."

Feng Xiaoye laughs.

That's right. She even expected the monk elder martial brother to go fishing for her. She was really naive.

She nodded gently, "OK, you go. It's nearby. Don't go far."

Hearing her words, Wuji breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly nodded up and lit a fire to find fruit. He was pulled by fengxiaoye again.

"Here you are." She handed him the night pearl. "Go."

It's really dangerous to take a torch to find fruit, especially in the forest. If one accidentally causes a fire in the forest, he will die miserably.

Night pearl insurance.

Wuji nodded gently and took the beads to find the fruit.

When Feng Xiaoye looked at the river not far away, he was a little excited. He pulled up his clothes to his waist, picked up all his sleeves and trouser legs, and rushed to the river to fish.

Mo Yihan hid in the dark and looked at the girl. He grabbed the branch with one hand and forked his waist with the other. He stared at the fish in the river with a healthy momentum. He looked like a greedy cat.

Changzhu said softly, "the princess is really the most unlike the princess."

Mo Yihan looked at him.

Changzhu seemed to feel the displeasure of his falling, so he quickly touched the tip of his nose and lowered his head as if he didn't say anything.

"She raised very few days in the palace, which is normal behavior."

Changzhu shrugged his shoulders, helpless.

You know, there is a saying called "beauty is in the eyes of lovers". Isn't the princess exactly beauty in the eyes of his young master?

That's right. He'd better not refute.

"Ah -" at this time, a scream of Feng Xiaoye came from the river.

Chang Zhu just raised his head, but there was no ink Yi Han. He just felt that a dark shadow swept out like lightning, which really surprised him.

……

Wind Ono in the river didn't know what caught his feet. He was bitten by that thing on his toes. His toes were painful and itchy, and fell directly into the river.

Originally, she was fishing near the river bank. Unexpectedly, she was dragged to the middle of the river by that strange thing. She couldn't get away and couldn't even call for help.

At this time, there was a muffled sound. Someone jumped directly into the river, swam towards her and fished her ashore.

"You... Um..." she struggled to open her eyes, warm her lips, covered with the familiar breath, and blocked her words.

With this soft thin lip pressed down, the warm breath crossed into the body.

The cold on Feng Xiaoye's body was strangely dispersed.

Her tight body gradually relaxed.

Why is he here?

Didn't he say he left before?

Feng Xiaoye stared at him as if he were questioning him with his eyes.

Mo Yi Han loosened her lips, and her breath was a little unstable. "Don't you know it's dangerous inside?"

"Why are you here?" Her tone could not help but be suspicious, and even a little inexplicable.

In fact, she knew why he was here, but she just had to ask, as if she could prove the doubt at the bottom of her heart.

Mo Yi cold pursed his lips and said stuffy after a while: "don't worry about you."

Wind Ono got up, but he hurt his toes.

On one side of his head, he also saw a strange tooth mark on her toe. The wound was blurred by blood and looked ferocious.

"It's poisonous."

He frowned and grabbed her foot.

The bottom of Feng Xiaoye's heart clicked and suddenly pulled back his feet. "You don't want to help me suck it? No, no, No."

God, he can think of sucking his toes.

Mo Yihan looked at her with a look hidden in the dark.

Feng Xiaoye explained again, "I don't need this. I can handle it myself."

She skillfully took out the equipment from the medical space and sucked the poison out without manpower. She glanced at her calm face and said, "go back. I heard that old general Mo is seriously ill. My mother treated general Mo herself. It can be seen how serious it is."

Ink is easy to cold lips.

His lip line pursed into a rigid straight line, and his mood had fallen to the bottom of the valley.

He knew what she meant by that, just didn't want him to follow

Feng Xiaoye said again: "after a month, you'd better not cheat, otherwise we..."

"OK." He promised.

He's afraid she'll say something, so don't give him another chance. If he can get her promise, he is willing to go back, regardless of anything, as long as he cuts through the thorns and thorns ahead, as long as he is with her.

Feng Xiaoye looked down at his wound and his mood converged very well, "brother Yi Han, go back and deal with the things that should be dealt with. When I go back, I hope I can have no scruples..."

Mo Yihan gets up.

He left without saying a word.