"Cough--" Feng Wu couldn't say, she just looked at his beauty and looked at it, right?
Hope, refers to the viewing look.
Therefore, Feng Wu is as good as flowing, and nods slightly: "Prince Jun, you are not good at complexion, it is best to rest in bed for three days, otherwise, it is troublesome to leave sequelae."
Jun Linyuan couldn't, and suddenly he hooked the corner of his lips: "What about it?"
I heard, the sound of hearing.
Feng Wu said: "His Royal Highness, your breath is weak, his voice is hoarse, so it is better to speak less."
Sure enough, as Fengxun said, she cares about him very much.
Jun Linyuan's dark eyes stared at Feng Wu for a moment, stretched out his right hand: "As you wish."
Feng Wu has a little puzzled Jun Linyuan, as I wish? What does it mean? Cut the pulse, why is it as she wished? If you don't understand, Feng Wu will not ask, just concentrate on Jun Linyuan to put the pulse of the pulse.
Then, then
Jun Linyuan is indeed Jun Linyuan. His spiritual power is severely exhausted. Dantian is like a dry well.
With the power of one person, mobilize infinite storms and overwhelm a fire in the sky ... Who would have thought that this would be made by the legendary coldness of life as a mustard?
And he didn't seem to ask himself the meaning of his name.
With the deepening of the diagnosis, Feng Wu's face has repeatedly changed.
In his body, his spiritual power was exhausted, blood condensed, and meridians knotted, like a violent hurricane scraped through, a wolf borrowed it.
You can know how much it hurts ...
Feng Wu's heart tightened, and looked at Jun Linyuan subconsciously.
If it is an ordinary person, suffering such a serious internal injury, I am afraid that it can already die, and even if it is not dead, it will have already passed out.
However, in addition to the pale face, Jun Linyuan couldn't see other traces of injuries. This is really Jun Linyuan.
Feng Wu glanced at him with more: "Don't you hurt?"
Jun Linyuan's dark eyes suddenly shined like a stars. Sure enough, as Feng Yan said, this girl cares about him.
Jun Linyuan stared at Feng Wu, staring at it for a moment, his eyes were deep and bright.
This eyes are too hot, and the hotness makes people feel hot. Feng Wu only feels that heartbeat gradually starts to accelerate ...
"You ..." Feng Wu held his fist and looked up bravely. Those black eyes welcomed Jun Linyuan: "You, you need to stay in bed for three days to cultivate, I will give you the prescription for three days.
Remember, if you are not allowed to go in these three days, you will lie on the bed. "
Feng Wu turned around and wrote a pen next to the table.
Jun Linyuan knocked the bedding with his fingers, and didn't know what he was thinking in his mind. As soon as he turned his head, he saw his side facing his phoenix dance.
Fengwu was sitting in front of the table, half lowered his head, showing most of the smooth forehead, and the furry horns of the forehead, which looked soft and cute;
The roots of the mountain are straight, the nose is delicate and pretty, the frost and the snow, the crystal is like jade.
The most shyness of the lowest head, the beauty of the scenery of the world ... Jun Linyuan is a person who never cares about beauty, and no one is more beautiful than him anyway.
But looking at the little man in front of him, the girl with weak gel eyes was like autumn water, and the girl with weak bones without bones and light flowing was never sturdy as the heart that was shrouded in the frost of all layers--
Bang Bang.
Jun Linyuan can obviously feel that at this moment, the Wanlian Frost is at least a thousand layers!