-"How about you stay away from her in the future? Now I seriously doubt that you can defeat her."
In the marrow washing hall, Zhuang Yuheng took the pulse of Song Weichen, who was soaking in the marrow washing pool with only his shirt on. He glanced sideways at Mo Tingfeng and couldn't help but irritate him with cold words.
"Hurry up and take off your clothes and go in. Use your magic power to promote the recovery of her skin to relieve the pain. She will wake up soon. Once she regains consciousness from such severe frostbite, she will feel extreme pain all over her body. Gu Cang Yue is not here, you can only do this kind of thing, don't expect me."
Mo Tingfeng entered the marrow washing pool in his middle coat, and pressed his face against hers just like he did on the soul boat. Holding her quietly, a faint golden light glowed around him, and the golden sand-like substance was helping her heal.
He is not Liu Xiahui. Now that he knows that her life is safe, he can't help but think of the glimpse of Song Weichen's spring in the fantasy world. His face turns red and his ears are hot. In addition, with the beauty in his arms at the moment, he is so excited that he almost wants to leave. Tian Ling Gai was bleeding.
"Zhuang Yuheng, take the medicine quickly." He almost gritted his molar teeth and spoke.
After rolling his eyes at him, Zhuang Yuheng took out the medicine bottle from his clothes and gave him a pill. Mo Tingfeng closed his eyes and tried hard to calm down his shaking soul, for fear that he would do something inappropriate - although his actions towards her at the moment seemed very inappropriate...
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"Hot, so hot."
When Song Weichen woke up, she didn't know where she was for a moment. She only felt that she was soaked in a pool of 90-degree boiling water. The skin all over her body was burning and painful, but she couldn't move when she thought about it. , the whole person was hugged in his arms.
"Wei Wei, don't move. We are treating you for frostbite." Mo Tingfeng comforted you, "It's me, don't be afraid, we are in Sikong Mansion now, you are safe now."
"I want to be familiar with it. Come on, let me go..." She was confused and felt like ingredients being put into a clear soup hot pot.
"The marrow washing pool is at normal temperature. You think the burning is a reaction to frostbite on the skin. It won't hurt after it's cured. Be good and bear with it for a while."
Mo Tingfeng comforted and accelerated. He stimulated mana to seep into the pool water to heal her.
But Song Weichen couldn't listen at all because of the severe pain all over his body. He struggled on his own. Mo Tingfeng could only hug her tighter. As a result, he got closer to her. There were only two thin layers between them. Wetting your clothes is almost like skin-to-skin contact. For a moment, his mind was shaken and he couldn't control himself, and he felt very uncomfortable.
"Don't move." His forehead was covered with sweat.
"Let go, I'm going to die..." The severe pain burned her and all she wanted to do was escape, but her wrists were tightly clamped and she couldn't escape at all, so she could only twist her body desperately.
"Be good, don't... move." The sweat on Mo Tingfeng's forehead dripped into the marrow washing pool. It could be seen that he was trying his best to restrain himself, biting his cheeks tightly.
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Zhuang Yuheng walked to the marrow washing pool and squatted down to light a column of specially made requiem incense. The fragrance made Song Weichen somewhat calmer.
"Wei Wei, I have never lied to you. If we endure half a stick of incense, it won't be so uncomfortable in the future. Do you believe me?"
Song Weichen was not very sober. She looked at Zhuang Yuheng and asked for help in a confused way. , "Medicine, I feel so much pain..."
"I have used all the available medicine... Weiwei, your whole body is severely frostbitten and it will take some time to recover. Tingfeng is helping you, please hold on a little longer, okay?" "
Song Weichen was in a trance, feeling that she couldn't listen to what Zhuang Yuheng was talking about. The pain was unbearable and she couldn't get away. She could only lean on the broad embrace behind her, feebly and resignedly.
"Take your arm away, it's really hurting my lower back." She muttered before falling into a drowsy sleep under the influence of Requiem.
arm? At this moment, Mo Tingfeng was holding her hand with both hands to prevent Song Weichen from breaking away. Where was his back... He was stunned at first, and then he immediately realized it, with a cryptic look on his face.
"I told you not to move." He bit his back molars and moved himself as far back as possible.
Zhuang Yuheng understood immediately and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Seeing Mo Tingfeng's murderous expression, he quickly stopped his smile, "Ahem, she's not very conscious, but... ok I'm not very conscious, otherwise I could fight you desperately."
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"Where is Weiwei!" As Gu Cangyue's voice sounded from the air, the person had appeared in the marrow wash. In the hall, he then saw a scene in the marrow washing pool that caused his blood to flow backwards.
"You sent a message to me specifically to let me... see that you are frivolous to my woman?!"
While speaking, Gu Cangyue coldly walked towards the marrow washing pool and said, His hand gradually turned into sharp bird claws, and his nails continued to grow and weave into a sharp sword. He wanted Mo Tingfeng's life.
"Sir Cang Yue, you misunderstood! Wei Wei is severely frostbitten, Ting Feng is trying to save her." Zhuang Yuheng quickly stopped Gu Cang Yue.
He glanced at the requiem that he had just lit. It would take some time to heal, but the appearance of the two people in the pool would inevitably make anyone think about it, let alone Gu Cangyue. , Zhuang Yuheng couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.
"My woman does not need to be saved by you. Get out of the way!"
Mo Tingfeng did not answer, closing his eyes and concentrating on performing the technique. With the beauty in his arms, he needed to suppress the violent movements of God, his own physiological reactions, and use magic to help her recover at the same time, which exhausted all his energy.
But it was indeed him who took the initiative to send a summons to Gu Cang Yue to come to Sikong Mansion - not to anger him, but to promote himself and others. He must have gone crazy without news from Song Weichen for a long time. After all, Gu Cang Yue Now it's Song Weichen's... Mo Tingfeng doesn't want his selfishness to affect their relationship.
What's more, the way to save people at this moment is not in his plan. Mo Tingfeng will not take advantage of people's danger, let alone deliberately provoke Gu Cangyue in this way.
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Seeing Gu Cangyue preparing to enter the marrow washing pool to replace Mo Tingfeng, Zhuang Yuheng stopped him tightly, "Master Cangyue, you must not do it! If you change someone at this time, all Tingfeng's mana will be wasted, and Weiwei will have to endure it again. The pain of skin rejuvenation, please think twice!”
Gu Cangyue’s face was stiff, and the hand that transformed into a bird’s claw sword kept shaking. Finally, he took back the transformation and clenched his hand into a fist. He was so tight that the veins on the back of his hands were exposed and bulging.
"Jun Yuheng, how long will they be like this...?"
Zhuang Yuheng pointed to the slowly burning requiem incense with some guilt, "About half an hour, wait for the incense to burn. Just do it.”
Knowing that the two people in the pool were an eyesore to Gu Cangyue, Zhuang Yuheng quickly pulled him aside to drink in the Yatai, “My lord, Shaoan. Don’t be impatient, come, come, drink... out of sight is out of sight.”
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Mo Tingfeng was concentrating on the technique with his eyes closed, when he vaguely felt the little man in his arms move, and unconsciously squeezed against him. The backlash threshold alarm sounded loudly, and he almost vomited. A mouthful of old blood.
This goblin...
At that time, half of the requiem incense had been burned. Song Weichen slowly opened his eyes. His consciousness was not yet fully awake. He only felt that the burning sensation on his body had dissipated, but he was itching all over his body. , I wish I could borrow a thousand hands to scratch the skin all over my body.
"It's so itchy..." Since her hands were tied and she couldn't scratch, she subconsciously regarded Mo Tingfeng as a tree stump, and she rubbed against the "tree stump behind her" like a bear just waking up from hibernation. Touching the back.
Mo Tingfeng is going crazy.
She broke through the restriction with a sudden backlash, and bloodshot eyes overflowed from the corners of her mouth. She was afraid that she would go crazy if she moved any more, so she could only forcibly tighten the little man in her arms.
“Don’t move!”
Hearing his voice, Song Weichen came back to her senses and gradually realized where she was at the moment... The familiar aura of the man surrounded her, excluding all other factors. , based on physical attraction alone, Song Weichen had to admit that she was a little greedy for this embrace. Tsk, woman...
But why does he have to tie himself up like this? Song Weichen's face turned red as if he was about to bleed, and he didn't dare to move. Help...what's going on? Could it be that something indescribable happened between them? And what's even more terrible is...she saw Gu Cangyue walking towards her...