"What do I want?" Mo Lan rubbed the left side of his face that was swollen by Feng Qianchen, and raised a curve in the corner of his mouth, "Leave her."
The murderous aura in Feng Qianchen's eyes suddenly became stronger, "Mo Lan, don't push yourself too far." Feng Qingchen was right, as soon as Jiao Xiaoliu was involved, Feng Qianchen would be completely confused.
"You didn't protect her!" Mo Lan yelled, "If it were me, I would never let her get hurt at all. But what about you?"
Feng Qianchen's aura weakened, "Yes, it's all my fault that she got hurt... It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Feng Qianchen squatted on the ground without any image, like a helpless child.
"Qianchen..." Jiao Xiaoliu did not open his eyes and murmured, "Qianchen..." Feng Qianchen immediately jumped up and ran to the bed, holding Jiao Xiaoliu's hand in his own, "I'm here."
, here...are you awake?"
Jiao Xiaoliu slowly opened his eyes and touched Feng Qianchen's swollen left face with his hand, "Does it hurt?" Feng Qianchen shook his head, his voice trembling, "It doesn't hurt, you need to get better soon...
..." A smile appeared on Jiao Xiaoliu's pale face, "It has been a scourge for thousands of years. Even the king of hell dare not accept me as a scourge like me."
Jiao Xiaoliu turned his head to Mo Lan who was standing by the door again, "When I get better, I will get back double the punch you gave Qian Chen..." Mo Lan twitched the corner of his mouth and revealed a wry smile.
Is it just differential treatment?
The smile that had been turned upside down just now finally returned to normal, and he returned to the room, "Looking straight at the two people in front of the bed," pointing at Feng Qianchen, and speaking a little awkwardly, "You, what are you,
How did you get in?" She was vomiting outside the door just now and didn't see anyone coming in.
"Who are you?" Feng Qianchen looked impatient, "Get out."
"Ah?" Xiaoxiao almost burst into tears, "This is my room."
Feng Qianchen paused for a moment and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Oh, is that so?" He cast his eyes on the weak Jiao Xiaoliu, "Where does it hurt? Let me apply medicine for you."
Jiao Xiaoliu blinked, and there was an unnatural blush on his pale face, "No, please give the medicine to Xiaoxiao and go out. Just ask her to apply it for me."
"Oh," Feng Qianchen stood up reluctantly and touched his waist, but found that he didn't have any medicine on him at all, so he had to turn his eyes to Mo Lan. Mo Lan rolled his eyes speechlessly.
He took out a gourd-shaped porcelain vase from his arms, put it on the table and went out. Feng Qianchen smiled awkwardly, turned around and kissed Jiao Xiaoliu's forehead before walking out the door with satisfaction.
When passing by Xiaoxiao, he paused and said, "Be gentle when applying the medicine." He secretly glanced at Jiao Xiaoliu who was lying on the bed and found that Jiao Xiaoliu had closed his eyes. He immediately said to Xiaoxiao viciously,
"If I hear her shouting about pain outside the door, if she shouts once, I will poke a hole in you. If she shouts twice, I will stab two... Do you hear that?"
The laughter was about to turn into tears. Two of the three souls were frightened by Feng Qianchen. He took two steps back and swallowed before replying, "Listen, I heard it..."
Feng Qianchen nodded before finally leaving the room and politely closing the door. Of course, when he turned around to close the door, his eyes drifted to Jiao Xiaoliu who was lying on the bed.
