Tuoba Keyan's eyes gradually regained a little clarity. Although his whole body was still in severe pain, Feng Jiuer's figure was already in his eyes.
Jiu'er felt happy and was about to continue persuading him. Suddenly, something hit Tuoba Keyan on the head with a thud.
Because the blow was so heavy, Tuoba Keyan closed his eyes and fainted.
"rock!"
Feng Jiu'er was startled and helped Tuoba Keyan up and carefully put him on the bed.
There was blood oozing from the corners of his lips, and his whole body was stiff. When I checked his pulse, his breath was already very weak.
The mute slave held the broken vase and probably knew that he had made a mistake. After being stunned for a while, he immediately rushed out and brought in a basin of hot water.
That night, Feng Jiuer stayed in Tuoba Keyan's room for a long time. At midnight, Xue Gu came in a hurry, and Feng Jiuer took the silver needle back from Tuoba Keyan.
"Xuegu, I'm sorry, he..." "How is he?"
Xuegu looked at Tuoba Keyan, who was pale on the bed, feeling heartbroken.
"He was hit hard when the poison was released, and his true energy was reversed. Not only was his heart broken, but also..." Feng Jiuer took a breath and said helplessly: "His martial arts was abolished."
Xue Gu took two steps back with a thump, looking in disbelief.
Yan's martial arts, that martial arts, was most likely taught by Long Feiyan! But now, he...his martial arts has been completely abolished! "Why is this happening?"
Xue Gu still couldn't believe it. Did Long Feiyan leave something missing in this world?
"Sorry, it's all my fault. I didn't take good care of him."
Feng Jiuer clenched her palms tightly, her heart still aching. However, she had been worried about Tuoba Keyan, and she had no time to think about other things.
But now, Tuoba Keyan's situation has stabilized, and her mind is starting to wander again.
Xue Gu saw her frown and knew she was not feeling well. Besides, how could she not believe Jiu'er?
If possible, Jiu'er would never want to hurt Yan.
She went over and shook Feng Jiu'er's hand. As expected, her hand felt cold: "Jiu'er..." "I'm fine, but, Aunt Xue, you should stay and watch over him. I... I want to go back to the room."
Take a break."
"I'll accompany you."
Tonight is a full moon night, Feng Jiu'er's own poison has not dissipated. If she loses control... "It's okay, Xue Gu, I don't need anyone to accompany me. You have to guard him in case he wakes up at night."
, if you have any other symptoms, please ask someone to come to me immediately."
Feng Jiu'er felt that she couldn't bear it any longer. Although she remained calm in front of Xue Gu, the gloomy aura in her chest was getting stronger and stronger, as if there was something blocked in her chest and she couldn't be happy until it was vented.
.
If he stayed any longer, Jiu'er was afraid that he would accidentally hurt innocent people.
"Xue Gu, I'm going back first. You take a good look at him."
Xue Gu still wanted to chase her out, but Feng Jiuer quickly walked away after going out.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the moonlight was just right tonight. It was also because of the bright white moonlight that the depression in Feng Jiuer's heart deepened.
Feng Jiuer retracted her gaze from the moonlight and walked quickly towards the east chamber.
Before she returned to the room, she saw a figure kneeling outside the door from a distance, obviously waiting for her.
"What are you doing kneeling here?
Get up."
She walked over and opened the door.
However, the mute slave had no intention of getting up. He was still kneeling by the door, lowering his head and not looking at her.
Feng Jiuer frowned, and the depression in her chest became even stronger. She clenched her fists hard and looked down at him, using her best calmness.
"Mute slave, I know you just want to save me. I don't blame you. There are some things you don't know about. You...get up and go back to rest. I, I have something to do tonight, so I can't...say more to you."
With a bang, Feng Jiuer closed the door, and the slender figure disappeared from the sight of the mute slave.
As soon as she entered, her steps were confused and she almost lost her balance.
She also took medicine tonight. Now was the most critical moment for the medicine to compete with the toxins. Although it would be painful, as long as she got through it, part of the toxins in her body would be eliminated.
If you continue a few times, you might get better.
Don't think about it, don't think about it, why did you suddenly think of Uncle Nine Emperors at such a critical time?
As long as she doesn't think about it, maybe it won't be so painful! What on earth is she thinking about, and why can't the image of Uncle Nine Emperors disappear from her mind?
Uncle Nine Emperors... "Ah..." Feng Jiuer grabbed the bedpost on the side, and with a strong force, the bedpost snapped and broke into two pieces! "Uncle Nine Emperors..." Uncle Nine Emperors is here.
Yes or no?
"Uncle Nine Emperors..." She rushed over and hugged him: "Uncle Nine Emperors, I feel uncomfortable, I feel uncomfortable..." The mute slave didn't know why she was hugging him at first, but now he heard her
I probably understood the call, but he was a mute slave! He couldn't speak, so he could only hold Jiu'er's arms, but he didn't dare to use force, and shook them gently.
Jiu'er hugged him tighter: "Uncle Jiuhuang, I miss you, I really miss you, and I want to never leave you..." The mute slave felt sad and wanted to speak, but couldn't, so he could only
He watched helplessly as she crawled into his arms.
Her hot breath, quiet body fragrance, and rising body temperature shrouded him bit by bit. He should have pushed her away, but at this moment, he felt a little reluctant for no reason.
He has been protecting her for so many years... Jiu'er... "Uncle Nine Emperors..." In Feng Jiu'er's sight, Uncle Nine Emperors was right in front of her, looking at her lovingly.
Uncle Nine Emperors, you bastard, do you know that she is in pain right now? Her body hurts, her head hurts, and her heart hurts! Uncle Nine Emperors... Her lips are very, very close to him. It seems that she has never been this way in her whole life.
Once he got close, her breath lingered on the tip of his nose. At such a close distance, as long as he lowered his head, he could capture her completely.
Feng Jiuer seemed dissatisfied with his height, holding him and trying to pull him down.
Obviously, her body and even her head would hurt more and more when she was close to Uncle Nine Emperors, but she couldn't help but want to be close to him and couldn't think of getting close to him.
Even if it hurts, even if it hurts to death, she will die in the arms of Uncle Nine Emperors.
The moist breath was getting closer and closer, and gradually the only eyes left in the mute slave's sight were the eyes he was familiar with and fond of.
He stretched out his hand, held Feng Jiuer's face, and finally couldn't help but lower his head and get closer.
Even though he knew that he shouldn't, even though he knew that she regarded him as another man, the closeness he had never experienced before made him feel confused, made him forget everything about himself, and just wanted to take a step closer to her...
