Behind the screen, beside the low bed, Feng Jiu'er was holding a potion, somewhat daring not to look back.
She didn't know what Mu Mu was going to do, but he used this trick well to treat others in their own way.
The key point is that he actually dared to challenge the Nine Emperors. What happened next made people look forward to it.
No one has ever dared to disobey Uncle Nine Emperors, but now here comes Mu Mu, who is not afraid of death, which is great! The air around him suddenly became a little cold, and Feng Jiuer shrank his neck, but still did not look back.
The tent was quiet for a while, and Di Wuya tightened his grip on the screen.
Di Feimu didn't take it seriously, and his strength became much stronger.
Seeing that something was wrong, Feng Jiuer turned to look at the two brothers and coughed lightly.
"No matter who uses Qi without my permission, I will not care about his treatment in the future."
As soon as Feng Jiuer's voice fell, the two men withdrew their strength at the same time.
The poor screen was pushed aside and fell down.
"Pick it up."
Feng Jiuer looked at the fallen screen and snorted coldly.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Emperor Wuya bent down to lift up the screen and sat down on the low bed.
He raised his eyes to look at Feng Jiu'er and lay down obediently.
Feng Jiu'er looked at his cute appearance and seemed to smile, but she didn't dare to laugh.
He can challenge the God of War, but if she laughs at him, it is undoubtedly seeking death.
Feng Jiuer coughed lightly, pulled up a chair, and sat down beside the low bed.
Di Wuya, who was lying down, raised his eyes and saw Di Feimu, who was hanging on.
In order not to make Feng Jiuer angry, Di Wuya took a deep breath, looked back and looked at his woman.
It is rare to see the Nine Emperors Uncle who is so aggrieved, but it also makes people feel a little reluctant to leave him.
Feng Jiuer stretched out her hands and untied Di Wuya's clothes.
"Mu Mu, what are you doing standing here?
What he has, you also have, and there is nothing worth appreciating."
Di Feimu looked at Di Wuya and raised his eyebrows: "Jiu'er, I'm afraid you will suffer."
Di Wuya glanced around and saw Di Feimu's expression of needing a beating just now.
Not only Di Feimu, but also Feng Jiuer could feel Di Wuya's anger.
There must be a limit to play. Jiuhuangshu's body has not fully recovered yet. It would not be good if he gets angry and hurts his meridians.
Feng Jiuer was worried and could only say softly: "Don't worry! None of you are my opponent."
"Why don't you get out yet?"
Di Wuya's endurance seemed to be on the verge of breaking out, "Have you forgotten the harm that my ignorance caused to her?"
Di Feimu turned around, his back facing the man who was being undressed.
"Why do I have to quit?
Your withdrawal is also a kind of protection for her."
Feng Jiuer didn't expect that Di Feimu would suddenly talk about this topic, and the movement of his hands suddenly stopped.
Di Wuya withdrew his gaze, held Feng Jiuer's little hand, placed it on his heart, and sat up.
"Di Feimu, look back and see clearly that she is your sister-in-law. I and Jiu'er are in love with each other. Why are you getting involved?"
Emperor Wuya used to call himself "my king", even if he restored his identity, it would still be the same.
Feng Jiuer shrank her hands, but she couldn't resist Di Wuya's strength.
Di Feimu looked back at the two of them, furrowed his thick eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "Jiu'er is Jiu'er, she is not my sister-in-law!"
"She didn't know how to eat, couldn't sleep at night, and lost weight because of worry-free things. Besides bullying her, how often did you care about her feelings?"
"Since you can't make him happy, why can't you give other men a chance?"
"Mu Mu."
Feng Jiuer looked at Di Feimu and frowned slightly.
Regarding the mute slaves, her mother owed them something, shouldn't she care about their feelings?
Feng Jiuer didn't expect that Mu Mu would care about her as much as before in this matter. It was his brother and mother who died, but he never cared about her.
Di Wuya lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Jiu'er, then gently embraced her into his arms.
The tent was quiet for a while, and his soft voice fell on Feng Jiuer's head: "I'm sorry!"
Feng Jiuer shook her head, looked back at him, pushed his arms away, and left in his arms.
"I am the one who should say I'm sorry. If it weren't for my mother..." "Jiu'er, we don't blame you. You are you, and your mother is your mother."
Di Feimu gently interrupted Feng Jiuer's words.
"Besides, if it weren't for General Long, we might not be able to leave safely that day. If it weren't for you, this guy would have died long ago."
"You don't owe us, so don't be depressed all the time. I believe that the mute slave doesn't want to see you like this either."
Feng Jiuer looked at Di Feimu and couldn't say anything for a moment.
A big palm once again covered the back of her hand, making Feng Jiuer feel the warmth.
She glanced back and raised her head, hoping to let the tears fall back.
Di Wuya gently pulled her back into his arms: "No one can change the past. Let's look forward together."
Feng Jiuer returned to Di Wuya's arms again, and her mood gradually calmed down.
She took a few deep breaths, lowered her head, and never shed a single tear.
"Okay, let's look forward together."
Di Wuya stroked Feng Jiu'er's back, then moved his big palm to the back of her head, asking her to raise her eyes to look at him.
At this moment, his expression was indescribably serious.
"Jiu'er."
Di Wuya whispered, "Are you willing to give me another chance?"
Feng Jiuer couldn't react to God's boundless gaze for a moment. She actually saw lack of confidence in Uncle Jiuhuang's eyes.
This shouldn't appear in his downcast expression, but it suddenly appeared, making Feng Jiuer unable to believe her eyes.
He is a high and mighty king, yet he lacks self-confidence in such matters.
Feng Jiuer calmed down, looked away, and gently pushed him away: "We'll wait until... we win this battle."
Di Wuya was not angry because he could not get a positive answer. He looked at Feng Jiu'er and nodded lightly.
"Okay, I hope you can give me a positive reply by then."
Feng Jiuer didn't respond and glanced sideways at Di Wuya's back.
Di Wuya understood and lay down again.
Feng Jiuer sat down, pulled back his clothes, and locked her eyes on the wound at the door of his heart.
She carefully cut off the bandage, quickly gathered her thoughts, and examined him carefully.
"The same goes for you. From today on, you don't need to wear a bandage. You can just apply some ointment yourself."
"I don't understand."
Di Wuya looked at the woman in front of him and shook his head lightly.
"I told you before, we don't understand this kind of thing."
Di Feimu, who was standing not far behind Feng Jiuer, suddenly took a few steps forward.
"However, I can teach myself, Jiu'er, give me the ointment."
"good."
Feng Jiuer curled her lips slightly, stood up, turned around and dug out the ointment in the medicine box on the table.
She put the ointment into Di Feimu's hand and whispered: "Twice a day, be sure to apply it after bathing."
