Chapter 212

She clearly just wanted to be good to herself, no matter in the secret place of burning Xi, or in the period of being Miss seven, but he gave birth to that kind of thought to her.

"What's the matter?"

Ziqianmo found that Mo Yan had been staring at him, and his eyes were strange. He seemed to be burning, and he seemed to be deliberately suppressing something. He couldn't say whether he was happy or painful.

All in all, it's complicated.

Why can a human eye be so complicated?

It's hard to understand.

"Are you sick?" The only thing she could think of was this. After all, just now his soul was shaken violently and nearly disordered.

He had already gone to the outside of the imperial garden, and there was no one around except the palace maids and eunuchs who passed by occasionally.

Ziqianmo held out his hand directly, clasped Mo Yan's wrist, put two fingers on his right wrist and cut the vein.

Mo Yan's body suddenly tightened.

Her sudden closeness made his heart miss a beat.

The warm and smooth touch of her fingertips made him feel that the skin of his right wrist was burned abnormally.

However, to see her light colored eyes so clear, such as crystal glass without a little impurity, Mo Yan felt more and more remorse.

She was really worried about him.

And he

"The pulse is too fast." Ziqianmo frowned slightly, the color of worry in her eyes was more serious, "and the temperature of her skin was very high, did you have a fever?"

She reached out her other hand and covered his forehead.

Such a large area of skin contact, Mo Yan's eyes suddenly dark down, originally not hot forehead, also hot up.

He didn't speak.

Because I can't speak at all. I'm so close to her that the nose is full of her own light fragrance, like lily of the valley.

There was a thirst in my throat.

Eyes involuntarily, fell on her petal like lips.

It's tempting.

It looks very thirsty.

Make him want to

"You must have a fever." Ziqianmo's tone was firm, his expression was serious, and his hand had moved away from his forehead and pulse. "The soul damage also needs to be repaired immediately. Let's go back quickly. I don't have any medicine at my side."

No more delays.

He doesn't really look good.

If you have any sequelae, it's not good. The trauma of the soul will become a huge obstacle on the road of cultivation in the future. She would never allow it.

She will protect the people she chooses.

"Well." Mo Yan used a lot of self-control to move her eyes away from her fresh lips.

No more.

Since she misunderstood that she was injured by fever, he should cooperate.

Seriously.

This routine, a simple demon, is really a little guilty. Her eyes were so clean that she didn't understand the love between men and women at all.

Her demon form and voice sound like a seven or eight year old girl. Mo Yan suddenly worried, her understanding of feelings, should not also stay in the stage of girls?

At the thought of this possibility, Mo Yan was extremely melancholy for a moment.

All the beautiful thoughts are gone.

I feel more and more like a criminal.

Ziqianmo saw that he looked gloomy and thought that he was worried about soul damage, so he said in a hurry: "I will cure you. I won't let you have anything."

Mo Yan's heart is hotter.

He had a hunch that for a long time in the future, before she was enlightened, he would fall into this sweet torture.