Chapter 117: Little Momo, I don't want this child 10
The next day Qingxiao woke up, but there was nothing around him. The cicadas were chirping and the heat was sultry. Qingxiao's heart felt like it had fallen into a winter glacier. He was gone, and Li Jing was gone.
"Feng Lingyan, when did he leave?"
"Miss, the prince left when he was young:
Mu Qingxiao sat slumped, her eyes dull. The events from yesterday were like a scene, drifting away in the wind. She lowered her head slightly and saw a faint trace of a kiss on her shoulder.
He said, Qing Xiao, you are mine in life and my ghost in death.
He said, Qing Xiao, you have to wait here obediently for me to come back.
He said, Qing Xiao, we will still be husband and wife in the next life.
Li Jing was riding on the horse, and his heart was full of concern for Qing Xiao's tenderness. Her water-like warmth made Li Jing's heart feel warm. However, in this battle, life or death was uncertain. However, I believe in Jun Mo.
Brother Huang will definitely take good care of Qing Xiao for me.
The dark clouds, the dark army, and the sound of crows overhead made Li Jing's heart feel inexplicably uneasy. He didn't know if Qing Xiao was awake now, or was he angry with me?
Mu Qingxiao, who was in the imperial capital, after tidying up, sat alone in the courtyard, sulking. The weather was getting a little sultry, just like her current mood.
"Miss, look, who is here?"
Feng Lingyan looked at Mu Qingxiao in surprise. Mu Qingxiao turned around with a sad face, only to see the master with a smile on his face, his black hair casually draped behind his shoulders, and a gray shirt hanging on his body.
, both faces were flushed, I don’t know if I just went to find some medicine.
"Master, I miss you so much"
When Mu Qingxiao saw that it was her master, she trotted and fell into his arms. She was coquettish and her voice was soft and waxy.
"Missing me, I was just thinking about your Li Jing"
The master pinched Mu Qingxiao's little face gently and joked, after not seeing each other for a few days, her face finally became rosy, and the baby in her belly was saved. Now that she has been cured of the poison of Nianhuaxiao, even if
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"Master, you are making fun of others"
Seeing Mu Qingxiao's coquettish expression, Master felt uneasy in his heart. He originally thought that after she was injured once, she would understand the power of the charm technique, but now it seems that she has completely forgotten the charm technique.
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"Qing Xiao, I've prepared the antidote. If you try it, I can't guarantee whether it can really cure Nianhuaxiao's poison, but it's not a bad idea to try."
The master gently touched Mu Qingxiao's black hair draped behind her. Qingxiao, you are destined to be a beauty, but as a master, I can only lead you in. The way you go after that depends entirely on your own cultivation.
"Master, thank you for your hard work."
Mu Qingxiao said distressedly, these days, the master must be running around everywhere. If he had known that he would be in today's situation, he should have readily agreed to be his apprentice. Now think about it, having a master is not a bad thing.
"Silly girl, as long as you live well, this is better than anything else."
The master stroked Qing Xiao's hair lovingly, handed a packet of medicine into Feng Lingyan's hand, and gave detailed instructions. The only way to treat a dead horse is to treat it as a living horse.
After Feng Lingyan gradually walked away with the medicine, Mu Qingxiao slowly asked, Master, if I am going to die, can you open my stomach, take out the child, and let it continue to live?
I am the gorgeous dividing line****************************
Xiangshuai's nonsense: It is indeed more bloody, more perverted, more bitter...
Dolls, the dolls in the bookmarks, please remember to collect them for me!
Coding is very hard, and Xiangshuai is a full-time mom and part-time writer. The feeling of it is really hard to explain to outsiders...
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Finally, a very important point is that nonsense does not count in word count. If you don’t believe it, you can count it word by word...
