Chapter 1488 Feng Clan: There is Only One Dead End
Qiao Mu had just twisted the handkerchief and froze for a moment before leaning forward and gently wiping the blood on his face.
Fengjiang looked at her, pursed his lips, and didn't move any more.
"The child is not mine, and I have never touched any woman."
Feng Jiang's words made both Qiao Mu and Feng Jiuer stunned.
After being stunned for a moment, Feng Jiuer put down his hand and said, "Your pulse is very messy. Are you occasionally unable to control yourself?"
Feng Jiu'er moved forward, stretched out his long finger, and landed on the pulse gate of Feng Jiang's neck.
"yes."
Feng Jiang looked at her and nodded lightly, "I am a chess piece placed by the father next to Lei Shenbao."
"In order to improve my skills in a very short period of time, my father taught me a unique martial arts. I..." Feng Jiuer retracted her long fingers, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
"No! He not only wants you to become stronger, but also wants to control you better."
Feng Jiuer placed her palms on Fengjiang's heart gate and stayed quiet for a while.
She retracted her hand, picked up his palm again, and placed her long fingers on his veins.
"There is a very strong and strange Qi in your body, and I can't completely distinguish it yet."
"But, one thing I can be sure of is that with your current ability, you cannot control this true energy at all."
Fengjiang wanted to withdraw his palm, but Feng Jiuer pressed it down hard.
"And if it reaches a certain height, it will directly backfire on your body."
"You know all this, don't you?"
Feng Jiuer was really angry. How could he be so stupid and accept such an arrangement even though he knew it was a dead end?
"Jiu'er."
Facing her disappointed eyes, Fengjiang held her little hand and said, "I'm sorry!"
Feng Jiuer closed her eyes and let her breath calm down.
"You're not sorry for me."
She pulled her hand away from his and took out the needle pack.
"The person you're sorry for is yourself, and...the people who care about you."
A drop of crystal clear, warm tears fell on Feng Jiang's chest with a "da" sound.
Feng Jiang and Feng Jiu'er raised their eyes at the same time and looked at Qiao Mu, who was still holding a handkerchief in his hand.
Only then did Qiao Mu realize that his nose was a little sore and his vision was blurred.
She immediately turned around, turned her back to the two of them, picked up the handkerchief, and wiped her face.
"What the hell is this place? It's so hot!"
Without saying a word, she wiped her forehead and neck and walked behind the screen.
"I knew I wouldn't come. It warmed me up!"
The more she tries to hide it, the harder it is to hide it.
Qiao Mu could no longer remember the last time he cried.
In her life, there are no words like tears or tears.
If you're in a bad mood, just drink a few bottles of strong liquor, get drunk, and wake up to a new day. It's no big deal.
She actually shed tears for a stupid man just now. Qiao Mu thought she was crazy.
There was a "crash" sound, and the sound of falling water came from behind the screen.
Feng Jiuer looked back, shook his head and smiled helplessly, then turned back and looked at Feng Jiang.
"This girl has been thinking about you since she went back. I'm afraid this is the first time she has shed tears for a man."
"Brother Three Emperors, tell me whether you are stupid or not. I don't care how you ruin your own body."
"Can you not make those who care about you sad and shed tears?"
At this point, Feng Jiuer can only admit it. Anyway, no matter whether you are angry or not, nothing can be changed at all.
"I'll wipe your body later."
Feng Jiuer opened the needle bag and picked up a silver needle.
"Tell me, what mission did Feng Qiongcang give you?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a silver needle fell on Feng Jiang's shoulder.
"Lei Shenbao is becoming more and more powerful in the south. My father is worried and arranged for me to come over and deal with him."
"Jiu'er, does the Fourth Emperor's uncle have any clues?
I know that my father keeps looking for him."
"I also know that you are here, but I didn't expect that you would come to Licheng."
"If I can find out the information, my father will also be able to find out. Jiu'er, you are in a very dangerous situation now, do you know?"
"No matter how dangerous it is, I can't leave dad alone."
Feng Jiuer continued to give Fengjiang acupuncture.
"But this is the Phoenix Clan, and you can't defeat Emperor Father."
Feng Jiang didn't dare to move and disturb Feng Jiu'er's affairs.
He looked at her and frowned.
"If you can't fight, you have to fight."
Feng Jiuer said calmly.
"By the way, how much do you know about Lei Shenbao?"
"Jiu'er, what do you think..." Fengjiang frowned again.
"I think so."
Feng Jiuer nodded.
"Since Lei Shenbao has great power in the south, if we can capture all his troops, we will be more confident in dealing with Feng Qiongcang."
"No!"
Fengjiang tugged at the corner of her clothes.
"Why?"
Feng Jiuer stared into Feng Jiang's eyes, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Do you think it's wrong for me to return to Feng Qiongcang's throne?"
"My father is Fengzi and I am Fengnu. This throne does not belong to Feng Qiongcang."
"Brother Three Emperors, at this time, you still want to support Feng Qiongcang without conscience because he is your savior?"
"no."
Feng Jiang shook his head, "I never thought of supporting my father, but he is now His Majesty of the Feng Clan. This is an understandable fact."
"If you can't defeat him, you will only die in the end."
"Jiu'er."
He held her little hand and said, "I don't want you to die."
"If I have the ability to find the Fourth Emperor's Uncle, can you take the Fourth Emperor's Uncle and leave?"
"If you really had this ability, I would have saved myself a lot of trouble."
Feng Jiuer rolled her eyes at Feng Jiang and took her hand away from his palm.
"Look at you, you can't even protect yourself now!"
"What's more, if we want to leave, will your father let us leave?"
"Unless we die, he will chase him to the end of the world and will not give up. Don't you, a good son of this family, know about his wish?"
Below the silver needle on her shoulder, Feng Jiuer's attention came to Feng Jiang's heart.
"Forget it about fighting in the ring, you still imitate other people's methods of cracking down on counterfeiting. Are you crazy?"
Feng Jiuer's hands fell on Feng Jiang's body, and her long fingers came to a place and pressed it: "Does it hurt here?"
Feng Jiang shook his head, and Feng Jiu'er rolled his eyes at him: "You must say it hurts, don't bear it!"
"The moment we saw you being crushed by the big fat pig, Qiao Mu and I almost couldn't help but kill the fat pig!"
“Does it hurt or not?
I want to check if there is anything wrong with your bones."
Feng Jiuer exerted force again, "Does it hurt?"
"pain."
Fengjiang's words seemed to be squeezed out.
"How much does it hurt?"
Feng Jiuer relaxed her strength.
“Tolerable.”
Feng Jiang calmed down and shook his head.
Feng Jiuer glanced at his face, withdrew her gaze, and placed her hands on another part of his body.
"What about here?
If you want to say it hurts, how much does it hurt?”
Fengjiang had been holding back, not shouting out, and could only respond with a few words.
Fortunately, after Feng Jiuer's inspection, it was determined that Fengjiang had not injured any bones.
