Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

She remembered that she had sewn the wound for him. After all, she hurt her kidney. It's no joke. But this man is so good that he used his martial arts to save her. Doesn't he know the danger?

Mo Yihan glanced at his body and said faintly, "I'm fine."

"How can you be all right!" Feng Xiaoye's face was anxious and said eagerly, "come on, let Changsong or Changzhu wrap you up! Hurry!"

Her anxious appearance eased Mo Yihan's face a little.

His face was heavy and restrained for a few minutes before he said, "OK."

He got up and said to the outside, "long bamboo, come in."

Wind Ono's heart is more pulled up.

Sure enough, heart patients can't help but be frightened.

The man was not slightly injured, but seriously injured. He didn't know to look after his body at all!

When Chang Zhu heard the order, he immediately came in with the medicine box, as if he had already seen through the little thing to wrap up their master.

"Princess?" As soon as Nagasaki turned his head, he saw fengono.

What is the princess's presence in the tent?

Thriller!

Feeling Chang Zhu's startled eyes, Mo Yi frowned a little impatiently and said, "what are you doing? Come and wrap me up."

Chang Zhu took back his sight and hurriedly went up to bandage Mo Yihan's wound.

Feng Xiaoye wanted to get up and return Mo Yihan's bed to him, but he drank it: "lie down!"

For the sake of Mo Yihan being a patient, she can only lie back and silently glance at him with small eyes.

The man took off his coat, and his perfect figure was immediately revealed, which made her look straight at it and forget to take it back.

Maybe she has been out for a long time. Now she won't feel ashamed.

Being stared at by a girl's house, Mo Yihan still had some lack of concentration after all. He coughed heavily and said, "Ono."

"Uh, huh?" The wind Ono big eyes blinked.

"Don't look at me like that." Mo Yihan didn't turn his head to look at her, but his voice was very dull.

Look at him again and he'll want to kiss her.

Feng Xiaoye didn't know what he meant and muttered to himself, "stingy."

Then she lay down and stopped looking at him.

It's the long bamboo wrapped for Mo Yihan. The corners of his mouth tremble badly. He deeply felt that he was redundant here, but he couldn't leave immediately. He had to be patient and deal with the wound with Mo Yihan.

Finally, after hearing Mo Yihan's second dull hum, Feng Xiaoye was impatient.

"Get out of the way, I'll wrap it up!"

She got up from the bed, and the expression on her little face was unspeakably serious.

She hurried forward, grabbed the gauze and medicine in Changzhu's hand, and said with a disgusted face: "I can't bandage the wound. How can I take care of him?"

Chang Zhu: "

He was so wronged, but when he was criticized by the princess, he couldn't find any refutation.

He looked weakly at Mo Yihan, as if he wanted to get some permission from Mo Yihan's eyes.

The man who had been silent for a long time nodded slowly at him and motioned him to go out.

Changzhu can only quit.

Seeing that it was inconvenient for him to stand, Feng Xiaoye immediately pointed to the bed and said, "lie down by yourself."

"Ono..."

"I'm fine. Your wound is cracked now. You can't make any mistakes. Do you know where you hurt? You hurt the kidney! Brother, do you know what the key part of the kidney is?"

Listening to her preparation for a long speech, Mo Yihan couldn't laugh or cry. He still walked to the bed and sat down.

Feng Xiaoye cleaned the wound for him and wrapped it up again. He frowned painfully.

I used to avoid him, but now I think I regret it.

Even if they can't be together in the future, they can still get along well, can't they?

Feng Xiaoye thought secretly, and his eyes swept his waist.

"What's the matter?" He suddenly asked in a deep voice. He always thought her eyes were... Obscene?

"Cough, I was thinking that a man with a kidney should not satisfy his wife when he is married?"

Mo Yihan: "

What is she talking about? She, a 15-year-old girl, should say such a thing?

Feeling the young man's black pupils who seemed to eat people, Feng Xiaoye pulled his lips awkwardly and said, "don't worry, I will take good care of you. My mother is best at such things as impotence."

"..." Mo Yi is cold, and a black line gradually appears on his face.

Why didn't he notice that the girl was so joking before.

Taking care of his injury, she stood up and looked around.

"Looking for the monk?" As if he had seen through her mind, Mo Yi snorted coldly.

Feng Xiaoye nodded, "where's my senior brother? You won't leave him there alone?"

With Mo Yihan's stingy man's style, he can definitely do such a thing.

Mo Yihan pursed his lips and wanted to say angrily that he had left the monk there? However, looking at the girl's sincere eyes, I can't get out of any anger. I can only hold my breath in silence.

"Ono." The anxious voice of Wuji happened to come from outside the curtain.

As soon as Feng Xiaoye's eyes lit up, she immediately went out, lifted the curtain, and excitedly called, "senior brother!"

It seems that Mo Yihan is not such a stingy man. He can really bring her elder martial brother back.

Looking at Feng Xiaoye leaving himself for a monk, Mo Yihan only felt that the wound hurt and his chest was stuffy.

This girl!

Can't you beat the smelly monk?

He closed his eyes and lay down.

……

Feng Xiaoye walked out of the camp and saw Changsong and Wuji standing at the door. He smiled and said, "elder martial brother, I'm fine."

"It's all right. It really worried me just now." Wuji's warm eyes always surrounded fengxiaoye's face. Seeing that the look on her face gradually recovered, he seemed to be relieved.

It is really a very dangerous thing to set fire to the party's camp this time.

Feng Xiaoye continued to smile on his face and comforted: "don't worry. If I died, I would have died 800 years earlier."

Died 800 years ago

This girl can really talk nonsense!

"How can you say that..." Wuji just wanted to refute, but Feng Xiaoye interrupted what he wanted to say again.

Feng Xiaoye said softly, "elder martial brother, enough people?"

His master gave him enough tasks.

That's what she wanted to ask.

Silent gently lowered his eyes, but he stopped talking.

Monks don't lie.

In fact, he has already had a thousand people, but today, he doesn't want to go. Because only in this way can he stay on her side and he can

Fengxiaoye seemed to notice that he wanted to talk and stop. He raised his step and approached him for a few minutes. A pair of big and beautiful eyes twinkled with suspicious light, "senior brother, do you like me?"