I stayed here for one night in Shangguan Yingwei. Early the next morning, Ye Yang drove directly to Ling's house.
The Ling family is still so quiet. In the huge manor, the figures are sparse. When they learned that Ling Muyue was in the garden in the back, Ye Yang did not ask the housekeeper to notify the Ling family, and strolled to the garden to see Ling Muyue.
On the lawn behind the garden behind the manor, a Qiuqian chair was shaking slightly, and it was still a white Muyue, who was still in white, and did not dye a trace of dust.
Ye Yang walked gently, reached out and held the Qiuqian chair, sitting next to Ling Muyue.
Surprise, excitement, tenderness, sweetness, miss, many emotions turned into tenderness, Ling Muyue did not yell, and did not stand up to hug, but a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth, hugged Ye Yang's arm, and naturally leaned on the corner of
His shoulders.
"Here, it's hard all the way."
Although it was just a faint greeting, in Ye Yang, it sounded, but it was more beautiful than the best music in the world. It was more touching than any words.
"Are you okay? It's been a long time, how about your body recovery?"
"Well, I'm fine, it's just ... it's just a little ... I think about ..." You. "In a word, a hundred times to a thousand times, shy Ling Muyue, just finished speaking for a long time, but Ye Yang heard that she was really
Remember to hang yourself, just, I don't know how to express it.
Ye Yang held her slender waist gently, holding her delicate little hands in her left hand, playing in her hand, the fragrance of the burst of virgin, constantly entering the nasal cavity.
The tranquility of this moment does not mean that there is no excitement. Ye Yang turned his head gently and kissed Ling Muyue's trembling pink lips.
Ling Muyue's response, with the sweet little fragrant tongue, Ye Yang's hand gently held the graceful peaks and peaks, Ling Muyue's body trembled, and subconsciously blocked it with his hand.
Ye Yang softly comforted: "Don't be nervous, relax and follow me, enjoy the feeling of this moment? Let our hearts go towards the place where happiness, and the heart and heart are intertwined?"
The shame Ling Muyue's face was crimson, and she touched the first, let go of her hand, and she looked like Ren Jun's picking, but because of her nervousness, Jiao's body trembled slightly, and her breathing was a little rapid.
Feeling her nervousness, Ye Yang did not continue to touch, but just hugged her in her ear and said softly, "I have never taken good care of you, and wait for me to go to the coast with me for a while? I want to take care of you."
Ling Muyue didn't speak, but just shook her head gently.
"Why?" Ye Yang was a little puzzled.
"I don't want to bring you a burden. I have a concern for you, and I will shrink my hands when I do something. I remember you have told me that you want to find your own life mystery and take care of your sister Fu Yingxue.
I have to do a career, I can't be your stumbling block, I will wait for you, wait for you to marry me home. "
I have to say that every woman around Ye Yang is so reasonable, and she silently supports him. How can it not be moved.
Ye Yang really wanted to love her well, but when he thought of this was in the garden, he had to bear the impulse inner heart. His hands still followed the gaps of the dress honestly and slipped in.
The delicate skin starts soft and smooth, and is round and upright. The cooked little red flowers stand upright and tremble slightly.
The waist is slender without a trace of fat, and the thighs are tender, smooth and delicate. With Ye Yang's touch, Ling Muyue's mouth opened slightly, her breathing became faster and faster, and her beautiful eyes were slightly closed and trembling gently.
Ye Yang's hand gently crossed her inner thigh and stopped there without going any further.
Ling Muyue was already paralyzed at this time and almost forgot to breathe. She allowed Ye Yang to do whatever he wanted and was ready to let him do as he pleased, but unexpectedly Ye Yang stopped.
"What's wrong with you?" Ling Muyue asked in a delicate voice, panting.
"It's okay, I just don't know if this is right or not, and I don't know how to tell you."
Ling Muyue smiled sweetly, cast her eyes into the distance, and whispered: "Are you worried about me? I know there will be no shortage of women by your side. If you say you don't have any after all this time, I won't believe it."
Before Ye Yang could say anything, Ling Muyue coughed a few times and turned pale as a sheet.
Ye Yang was startled and quickly held her wrist.
Not daring to delay, Ye Yang picked her up and rushed to Ling Muyue's bedroom.
"Ye Yang? What's wrong with my sister?" Ling Feng just arrived in the garden and saw Ye Yang rushing over, so he asked loudly.
"Go and prepare some hot water. I have to treat your sister now. The relapse of the old disease is very serious. There is no time to say more. Go and prepare!"
After putting Ling Muyue on the bed, Ye Yang did not dare to delay, and quickly took out the needle pack from his pocket, took out twelve golden needles, and inserted them into her body in sequence according to the order of the twelve golden needles.
Then Ye Yang stood by the bed and said: "Don't be nervous, relax your whole body, follow what I say, and I will help you get rid of the last cold. Don't give up!"
Ye Yang didn't even bother blaming himself at this moment, and focused on treating Ling Muyue.
All the cultivation of the medicine realm dispersed, and a fierce wave of spiritual energy enveloped Ling Muyue into the spiritual energy ball.
Ling Muyue felt like she was surrounded by a burst of hot white light. The place where the silver needle was inserted into her body revealed traces of white gas, and then bursts of heat entered her body from the golden needle.
She only felt that her body was as if it had been washed with a brush, and the whole body was empty.
Ye Yang was working hard at this moment, taking advantage of this opportunity to drive away the hidden disease in Ling Muyue's body at once. His hands were like dots, pressing and pressing on Ling Muyue's body.
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A mouthful of black blood suddenly flowed out from the corner of Ling Muyue's mouth. Ling Muyue, who was still quite conscious, tilted her head and fell into coma.
Ling Feng went to get hot water and was shocked by the scene. Seeing his sister unconscious, he was extremely worried. He saw Ye Yang covered in sweat, frowning and clenching his teeth, his expression a bit ferocious, but
Still persisting, she moved her hands and landed on her sister.
Ling Feng secretly sweated in his heart. He did not dare to disturb him for fear of affecting Ye Yang's treatment.
At this moment, Ling Muyue spat out another mouthful of crimson blood. The blood was actually filled with coldness, and it made a hissing sound when it fell on the bed.
Ye Yang's face was as red as fire, and his heart was even more anxious.
It's all because he didn't get rid of it completely last time. The root of the cold energy in Ling Muyue's body was not completely cut off. It was also because he didn't have enough cultivation to get rid of the root of the cold energy.
Even if it cost him his life at this moment, Ye Yang would cure her completely without hesitation.
The cultivation level of the medicine realm is much stronger than that of the true artistic realm. Even so, Ye Yang still feels a little strenuous. What's more, this is not at home, Golden Feather Grass is not around, and the spiritual energy in the body is depleted and cannot be quickly replenished.
Ye Yang gritted his teeth and persisted. The root of the cold energy in Ling Muyue's body was originally suppressed in her body, but because her meridians were cut off, it was not easy to disperse.
Since Ye Yang nourished and restored her damaged meridians last time, the root of cold energy has not yet awakened, but this time, for some unknown reason, it suddenly broke out without any warning!
Seeing that the two of them were in danger, if Ye Yang hadn't been holding his breath, he would have vomited blood and fallen into a pool of blood.
However, he has always had a belief in his heart, and his cultivation in the medicine realm has been consolidated very well recently, and there are faint signs of reaching the peak. With the help of Golden Feather Grass, he is even more powerful.
There is only a thin line between the medicine realm and the concentration realm. At this critical moment, I did not expect that the improvement of my skills is right in front of me. It is good to improve the realm, but this moment seems to come at the wrong time.
Ye Yang chose without hesitation to revive Ling Muyue. Even if his skills were stagnant, he could not just watch his lover die in front of his eyes!
He opened his eyes suddenly, a flash of light flashed, and Ye Yang shouted: "Open it for me!"
A white cold air was pulled out from Ling Muyue's navel by Ye Yang.
Ye Yang pointed his hands at the place where Ling Feng was standing, and the cold air rushed towards Ling Feng like a sword.
After a "clang" sound, Ling Feng's mouth was filled with cold air, his head was covered with white frost, and his whole body was trembling, as if he had fallen into an ice cave in a cold kiln.
What's even more surprising is that the basin in his hand, which was still steaming just now, turned into a lump of ice. The plastic basin fell to the ground and smashed into pieces. The lump of ice made a loud sound and touched the floor.
It hit a hole.
At this moment, Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief, and with his hands like lightning, he pulled out the silver needle from Ling Muchue's body. Then he tilted his head, spitting out a mouthful of blood, tilted his head, and fell to the ground.
"Ye Yang! Ye Yang! What's wrong with you?" Ling Feng held Ye Yang in his arms and shouted loudly, holding back his trembling body.
"Brother, stop shouting, Ye Yang said he would be fine if he slept for a while." Ling Muyue said, holding on to his body.
"What? Sleep?" Before he finished speaking, Ye Yang's snoring came out, getting louder and louder.
"Fuck, why do you always fall asleep? You scare me to death!" Ling Feng chuckled, unable to hide his inner joy.
After laying Ye Yang down on the floor and covering him with a blanket, Ling Feng came to his sister and asked with concern: "Sister, are you okay?"
Ling Muyue chuckled and nodded, saying: "Brother, I'm fine. You go and prepare something to eat. I guess Ye Yang will be very hungry when he gets up soon."
"How did you know?"
"Because his stomach is growling."
"No way? Sister, why are your ears so sharp? Why didn't I hear you?"
Ling Muchue blinked her beautiful eyes and said, "Didn't you hear? Well, I don't know why. Anyway, I heard it. Go and get ready. He should wake up in a while."
"Sister, you have changed, you seem a little different from before." Ling Feng looked at his sister carefully, his eyes full of doubts.
"Hurry up and get ready, what are you talking about!" Ling Muyue said coquettishly, but before she finished speaking, Ye Yang shouted and sat up.