Chapter 1497： Fanwai 25- takes you around and wants to protect you

"There is your home, you are back, why should you bring me?" Mo Qing asked inexplicably, thinking and asking: "We used to know?"

She refers to him and the original owner, whether he knows.

At the bottom of the solitary singer, the bottom of the singer flashed a touch of complexity, sideways, not to see the stunning face of the ink wind.

Mo Qingfeng did not ask much. Although he was indifferent, he could not detect the murderousness of him. If he wanted to kill her, she would have died. I don’t have to do it now.

Mo Qingfeng accidentally saw the two slender scars on his neck, raised his eyebrows and curiously asked: "The poison also infiltrates into your body when you scratch your neck. Why are you okay?"

Solitary Zenan faintly glanced at her, and the deep squats swept over a scorn. "The deity is a poisonous body. Can the poison made by the squadron in the district hurt me?"

Mo Qing winds a corner of the eye, the forehead black line, he is a poisonous body? She glanced at her fingers subconsciously, so the poison hidden in her nails could not penetrate his body?

Du Gu Zenan turned around and looked at her deeply. "In this world where Wu is respected, Wubi poison is more advantageous and cultivated as a tall person. Ordinary poison can't hurt each other."

Mo Qingfeng pouted, she knew, just like him and Chu Muchen, poisons may not be able to poison them, so she is soaking in the spring every day, practicing every day, just a little slower...

She looked at him suspiciously, not very confidently asked: "The last time you said that I didn't have the dragon spirit to win you, did you find the dragon spirit, I will be as powerful as you?"

Du Gu Zenan looked at her and showed a smile. He smiled very nicely, like the winter sun, warming the heart, and like the cherry blossoms in March, it was enchanting.

"Even if you find it, you have to rely on diligence to cultivate to be so powerful." The sweet voice, with a hint of pet.

To his eyes, Mo Qing is in tears. He is a very indifferent person. Looking at anything, his eyes are cold and incomparable. Why do you have a temperature when you look at her?

Mo Qingfeng sighed in his heart, no matter how much, he came out from the Eight Kings Palace, and stayed with him for the time being. When he was in danger, he was the first to push him out and he could protect himself.

"I understand this..." Mo Qingfeng said quietly, and paid for it. Everyone knows this truth. She swallowed a sip. "I am hungry, I have to eat something."

Du Gu Zenan looked at her, and the bottom of the sill flashed a meditation. He went up two steps, stretched his long arm, and held her in his arms. His feet were lightly pressed, and his body was light as Yan flies up into the sky, and the white clothes danced. Wind dances, elegant if it is fairy.

The wind whizzed past the ear, and Mo Qingfeng looked at the scene under his feet, and there was a feeling of looking down on the crowd.

She looked up and looked at the solitary Zenan. The impeccable face of Junmei still showed his noble and domineering. He flew freely. If Dapeng spread his wings, the wind could not blow the blue silk that he poured down. The body was slender and tall. The whole body exudes a noble and burning glow.

He cultivated it to a very high level. This is the evaluation of him by Mo Qingfeng. It is so high that no one can measure it, and it is so deep that he does not see the bottom.

The Gufeng Building is a famous restaurant in the Imperial Capital. It is also an inn that foreigners choose to live in.

The second floor is facing the street, and the solitary south and the mickey are sitting face to face, and the table is placed on the table.

Ten-flavored shark's fin, four-grain dried fruit, eight-treasure duck, red gourmet crab... Du Guen-en-South also wants an altar, he enjoys wine and elegantly drinks wine, but Mo Qingfeng is welcome, pick up Chopsticks keep picking vegetables and send them to your mouth.

Although she is not drunk in a thousand cups, she does not like wine. She wants a can of pigeon soup. When she is thirsty, she drinks soup.

"Duo Younan, I have always been very curious about a problem." Mo Qingfeng suddenly put down the chopsticks, and both eyes looked brightly at Du Guen.

"What's the problem?" asked Duo Zenan warmly. Qingsi hangs quietly on his chest and looks at Wenya Wenjing. He is not the same person as the black indifference. He wears white, even skin. They are all white.

"You suddenly appeared to take me back that night, you, know who I am?"

Du Guennan took the finger of the wine glass a little hard, and he was so deep, he looked at Mo Qingfeng and was silent.

Mo Qingfeng is also very patient, slowly eating, waiting for his reply.

After eating a few mouthfuls, he didn't answer. She picked up the pigeon soup and slowly sipped it. She looked at him with a smile.

"You have her breath and taste on it." After a long time, he was faint.

"Her breath and taste?" Mo Qingfeng whispered softly, his eyes lit up, and asked with a smile: "She is a woman? Who is it?"

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Mo Qingfeng did not urge him to answer, he was drinking, she was drinking soup.

"My mother." Du Gueren South spit out two words.

puff……

The soup that had just been drunk into the mouth was all sprayed out. It didn't matter if the dishes on the table were stained, but it was also sprayed with a face.

Mo Qingfeng was holding a soup bowl and staring at Du Guen, and his eyes couldn’t help but scream. How embarrassing is this?

She is embarrassed, and she is not at all embarrassed.

I saw him licking the silk scarf and gently wiping the soup on his face, then the chest, the blue silk, the sleeves... the place where the soup was cleaned by his elegant movements.

After wiping it, he reached out and gently wiped the soup on her face and mouth, and the deep cockroaches flashed a touch of pet.

"It’s awkward, so Mohouye died like this. Recently, Mofu was hitting a ghost. The dead and mad stupid foolishness, this Mohouye died, and the ink house is going to be chaotic."

"A good person, how can I die if I die? And the three Miss, it’s mad to say crazy, really poor."

"I heard that the five ladies who were married to the Eight Kings Palace are different. On the day of the birth of the Eight Kings, the tall people fell ill, and even the royal doctors were helpless. She rescued the tall people and cured his many years of old problems."

......

Mo Qing calmly listened to the dialogue from the next door, the box was only separated by a thick screen, and their conversations came here.

Did the ink take off and die? when did it happen? Chu Muchen should know? But he did not mention the matter.

"Are you okay?" Seeing that she didn't talk for a long time, she was worried about the bottom of the solitary singer, and the voice asked softly.

Mo Qingfeng returned to the gods and looked deeply at the solitary south. The beautiful face showed a smile. "Do you think I will be sad?"

Du Gu Zenan licks his lips.

Mo Qingfeng took a deep breath and felt a lot easier. It was like a huge stone in his heart that had been pressed. Suddenly, this boulder suddenly disappeared and disappeared. The whole person was relaxed and happy.

The beautiful face reveals the most real smile. This smile is sent out from the heart. Her smile is very beautiful. It seems that the flowers are blooming. I can see that the heart of the singer is a little dry. He picks up the jug and pours himself. It was a full cup and a glass of wine into the throat before I felt a little more comfortable.

"I am very happy. They used to be so cruel to me. I finally got back for justice for myself. I am not sad at all, and I am very happy." Mo Qingfeng looked at Du Gu Zenan and smiled: "Duo Zengnan, I I have no concern in my heart. When I finish an important thing, I will return to Solitary Castle with you. Your son, I recognize it."

"Cough..."

Du Gu Zenan heard the sentence behind her, and the wine that was sent to her mouth could not be sprayed. Instead, he was so hot that his throat was hot and sore, and it was soothing for a while.

"This deity is your son?" Du Gu Zenan looked at her incredulously. She was a yellow-haired girl and dared to let him be her son?

"Don't you just say that I have the smell and taste of your mother? You said that you have to take me back, not to take me back to honor me?"

The deep dawn of the solitary Zenan has a deep touch and looks deeply at the ink wind. "Qing Feng, I will take you back, not to honor you, but to protect you."

"Oh..." Mo Qing was so timid that she couldn't help but think of her husband.

She remembered that when she was sixteen, she was injured during training and returned to her home to rest.

After her husband was injured, she rushed to her house to see her. The rushed look was distressed.

Look at her swollen feet, he said she, can't be so strong, a girl's house, do things that boys can't do.

She said she wants to be stronger so that she can not only protect the country but also protect herself.

The priest said: "Leave me, I can protect you."

Mo Qingfeng looked at the solitary south, may think of the pastor, or because of the former lonely reason of the original, heard that he wants to protect himself, her heart is a little touched.

but……

Mo Qing wind stabilized and looked at Duo Zengnan with suspicion. "Really because I have the smell and taste of your mother, you want to protect me? Why didn't you see you appear to protect me?"

Du Gu Zenan slightly raised his eyebrows and said with a guilty conscience: "Really, your breath is very familiar, let me think of her. It used to be because I didn't meet you, I didn't expect to meet you in Zhulin that night."

If the ink wind carefully observes, it will be seen, his ears are red, and he is like this, lying to a woman who likes, the ear will become red and hot.

Mo Qingfeng did not know that he spent many years repairing to follow the red light of the sky to find her, he believed that she would return.

She is back, he wants to protect her, will not let her suffer any more!

When Mo Qingfeng looked at his handsome face, he couldn't help but want to tease him. She smiled at him and smiled. The beauty passed a deadly charm, and the tone was full of ridicule. "I will let you be my flower ambassador, but you Can't fall in love with me..."

Said, she licked her lips with her tongue, and she couldn’t tell the temptation, the confession, the unspeakable ambiguity.

Charm?

Du Gu Zenan saw his throat tighten, but he was very strong, this woman is making charm to him.

Damn, what is she practicing?

Suddenly, Yuhua was cold, grabbed the chopsticks and shot it at the window, and the other hand picked up the table and threw it at the window. Hey... the table was inserted with several sharp daggers.

There were several black masked people in the box. When they appeared, they attacked the ink wind, and Mo Qing was puzzled. The meal was also assassinated. Should she be so bad?