He said some of the key points she should pay attention to when meditating. Feng Qingyu suffocated for a moment. His tone seemed to be the tone of a master to his apprentice—

Some scenes flashed before her eyes. He urged her to practice martial arts. When she was so tired, she simply thrust into his arms, hugged his waist tightly, half acting coquettishly and half complaining, wanting to get some time.

His answer is often to hold her directly in his arms and meditate with her, while unblocking her sour tendons and veins, knocking her on the head and calling her a lazy person...

My heart thrust again, as if some warmth was coming up, and a little suffocating and painful.

She shook her head and subconsciously shook the picture away.

The way of meditation that Di Shiyin mentioned was right for her current path, and she didn't need to joke about her body for the sake of singing a drama with him.

He glanced at him, sat down as he said, closed his eyes and meditated, and regurgated his breath silently.

Time - it flowed away slowly while she was adjusting her breathing. I don’t know how long it took, but she finally finished her exercises and slowly opened her eyes and felt refreshed.

She took a breath of fresh air comfortably, and felt her body floating.

"How do you feel?" The question came from behind him, with a slightly low and silence.

"It's not bad. Most of the skills have recovered." Feng Qingyu replied, stretching her waist, feeling a little excited.

After saying a word, there was no movement behind it.

She subconsciously looked back and saw that Indra was lying there all the time, with his sword on his hand, her cheeks flushed slightly, as if she was asleep and unconscious…

She was startled and subconsciously touched his forehead, her fingers suddenly froze. He was having a high fever!

When he was meditating just now, he struggled to keep his consciousness awake and protect himself, right?

"Hey, wake up, wake up." Feng Qingyu patted his cheek, but he still didn't respond. Instead, the high fever became more and more severe, and the body of the original Pozuo ankle was burned into a light pink color.

Blood seeped out from the original wound, dyeing his white robe red.

Feng Qingyu frowned. It would be impossible for blood to flow like this!

She lit the acupoints around his wound again, sewed the wound he had just opened again, applied healing ointment, and finally stopped the blood flow.

The bleeding stopped, but his body became hotter and hotter. It felt like a small stove, making Feng Qingyu feel scared.

He wouldn't spontaneously burn if he keeps burning like this, right?!

He is not a phoenix, he can say that he can rebirth.

If it is spontaneously ignited, it is also a scorched fox...

The shadow of the scorched fox flashed in his mind again, and he paused in his heart. He looked down at Di Shiyin whose face was burning to the fire. He really couldn't connect him with the little fox...

I sighed, the most important thing now is to lower his body temperature before talking about it.

Fortunately, it was on the beach, close to the water source, so she simply tore off a corner of her skirt and wet it to wipe his whole body and cool it down...

After half an hour of busyness, I touched his forehead and the fever slightly subsided, but the others were so drowsy that they still had no intention of waking up.

Will he just be unable to sleep like this?

This thought flashed in her mind like lightning, and she felt a little scared in her heart, and a little fear came up-

This kind of emotion has never happened since she was reborn from Nirvana! It made her a little novel and a little scary.
Chapter completed!