Chapter 1502： Fanwai 30 - he will protect her

"Duogu Zenan!" Mo Qingfeng quickly stepped forward to help him, seeing his perfect mouth overflowing with blood, she asked with concern: "Are you injured?"

"Nothing." Du Guen Zean wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth with his sleeves. He looked down at the small hand that clung to his arm. The corner of his lips could not help but lift a beautiful arc.

"Let's go, the people of Europe are coming." The footsteps are getting closer and closer, and the light of the torches illuminate the yard. If you don't hurry, it's too late.

"Okay." Du Gueren should have a voice, her arm was stretched hard, her waist was swaying, her body leaped, and two black figures crossed in the night sky, her posture was stunned, and the wind was perfect...

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Mo Qingfeng sat with his hands on his chin and sat at the table, staring at the delicate box on the table.

The whole box is made of white jade, the body is smooth and the body is covered with a magnificent landscape painting. The landscape painting is magnificent and the two jade covers can make such beautiful landscape painting. It’s a god!

The posture of the water flowing slowly, the elegance of the wind blowing gently, the carving of the mountain's continuous rotation is so delicate, and this delicate and beautiful brocade box, Mo Qingfeng is in love.

The lid of the brocade box is opened, and the inside is filled with iron and blood.

The iron blood is made of a thousand years of the skin of a snake demon. The snake skin is as smooth as silk, thin and smooth and comfortable to touch.

The area of ​​this snake skin is not very large, but the above is densely recorded with thousands of secret recipes for spiritual refining.

On the back of the iron-blooded sacred scroll, there is a detailed map of the terrain. The ink wind smoothes it and carefully looks at the map. There is a shining pearl above the top of a name.

If you don't look carefully, you think it's the sun. This bead is not big. The ink wind reaches out and touches the index finger. The bead is just the size of her index finger.

"How to Train Your Dragon?"

Mo Qingfeng whispered, the index finger gently touched the position of the beads, his eyes fell on the location of the Imperial Palace, and then moved along the relatively large and yellow line to the Yuding Mountain, from this map... ...the distance is a bit far.

Mo Qingfeng took the Dan Juan up, spread his hands and lifted it to the front to look carefully.

The main road is yellow, next to some mountain peaks, houses where people live, and some magical small buildings, all painted in other colors, so that when they look up, they look like dragon claws. And the main road has a shadow of a dragon.

The starting point of this map is the palace of Chu Qiangguo. Starting from the palace, it is going to the Yuding Mountain. It is like a dragon body. The mountains and trees next to it are the claws of the dragon, and the dragon spirit is just right. Above the faucet.

The EU has not lie!

When I get the iron and blood, I will know where the dragon's spirit beads are hidden. The mood of the ink is very small. When I see this map, she is boiling, want to go immediately, go to the Royal Ding Beast Hill to find the dragon spirit beads!

She carefully took the iron and blood through the danjin, and the beautiful face was filled with a happy smile. This is the first time she came to the world. This kind of happiness is from the heart, even I saw Zhang Guilan disfigured and saw that Zhao Minjing was riding on a man and was not so happy now.

When I think of getting the dragon spirit, I will become strong, and the ink is really happy.

When you put the box into the space, you will find the one.

When I came to the room of Duolzen, the purple altar stood at the door, and there was a slight worry in the delicate face. Seeing that Mo Qingfeng came over, the worry was even more obvious.

"Ink girl." When the wind of the Qing Dynasty approached, the purple altar was bowed, and the sound was as fine as a mosquito.

"Duogu Zenan is inside?" Mo Qingfeng pointed to the two closed doors, and the sound was not very big.

"The son is adjusting the interest." The purple altar still replied in a very small voice, fearing that the voice would be louder, and would disturb the solitary south of the country.

“Adjust interest rate?” Mo Qingfeng raised his eyebrows and adjusted his interest for one night.

"Ink girl, every time the son has to adjust the interest for several hours, the body can be restored." Purple altar said, the delicate face flashed a worry and distressed.

"He was injured?" They returned to the inn last night, and they each went back to their room. Mo Qingfeng did not know that Duolun was injured. In the secret room, he was knocked back by the light. At that time, she was nervous. However, he later saw him flying back to the inn from the European government, and as light as Yan, she thought he was fine.

After all, in her eyes, the solitary Zenan is even more powerful than the gods, like a person who does not die.

"The son is rarely injured." Purple star face is so heavy, she stayed with Duolze for so long, this time is his second injury.

"Is his injury serious? I went in and looked at it." Said, Mo Qingfeng is going to push the door in. The purple altar is busy blocking her, whispering: "The ink girl is absolutely impossible, the interest rate can not be disturbed, otherwise it will Being countered, the injury will be more serious."

Mo Qingfeng raised his eyebrows. "How long does he have to adjust interest rates?"

"Wind the little master said that when the son is injured, the longer the interest rate adjustment, the more serious the injury. Last night until now, it is several hours, the son is still adjusting interest rates inside, I think the injury is not light..."

The purple altar bowed, the sound was quieter, and it was a little embarrassing. "If the wind gets rid of the little master and knows that the son is injured, he will blame the purple altar for not taking care of it."

"I went in to see him and wouldn't disturb him."

Mo Qingfeng ignored the embarrassed expression of the purple altar, gently pushed the door forward, and the pace was light and silent, and came to the table to sit down.

On the wooden couch, Duo Younan was still wearing a black robe last night. At this time, he sat cross-legged, his hands flat on his knees, his eyes closed, his knife-like face, calm as water and soft lines.

Mo Qingfeng's eyes could not help but fall on his calm face. He looked really good. His face was like a crown jade, a sword eyebrow star, sitting quietly there, as if a white light shrouded him, making him look more honorable. ,indifferent. Even if you sit close to your eyes, you will still be able to exude a domineering godlike domineering.

Mo Qing calmly sat there to see him, thinking that if it weren't for him, she wouldn't be able to get the iron and blood. If it weren't for him, the souls of the secret room might now come out to harm the people.

Although he was indifferent, but from him, she could not find a nuisance feeling, and she could not feel a dangerous atmosphere. Unlike the face of Chu Muchen, my heart will have an inexplicable sense of disgust.

This person is the one who came here, the first man she met, and the first man who was so desperate to protect her... I thought of it, the string in the heart of Mo Qing’s heart twitched slightly, causing a mess.

Sitting for half an hour, Duo Bennan was still adjusting interest rate, and Mo Qingfeng no longer guarded him. She did not dare to disturb him, so she slowly got up, walked out of the room lightly and silently, and then gently closed the door.

"He has a good face and his energy should be restored. You don't have to worry. If you are hungry, go eat something." Touching the worried eyes of the purple altar, Mo Qingfeng looked at her deeply and comforted.

"Who is the wind?" After a few steps, Mo Qingfeng suddenly stopped and turned and asked.

"It's our deputy fort." The purple altar replied: "But it will soon be our Lord's wife."

Mo Qingfeng was so sloppy that when it came to the wind, the purple altar was very happy. It seems that she liked the deputy fort. She did not say anything, stepped out of the inn, came to the backyard of the inn, full of flowers and trees, a string of red, snake chrysanthemum, Mudan, Xia Cao and other flowers and plants, the sun shines on them, the shadows are heavy, beautiful.

The fragrance is diffused, the smell of the flowers is the fragrance of the flowers, the ink wind winds around the stone road to the bottom of the tree, the leaves dance with the wind, and the sun-spotted spots from the leaves are projected on her, let her Even more stunning, it seems that the flowers in the courtyard are not comparable to her gorgeous.

The man who walked in the backyard was attracted by her eyes, and everyone was full of surprises.

She stood there quietly like this, with a beautiful smile on her face and a flower in the yard.

I don't know how long it took. She heard a slight footstep behind her. She slowly turned around and saw Duolzen came slowly towards her.

He has replaced the black robe, and at this time he has a purple robes, a blue silk jade belt, and if it is lacquered, it is graceful.

Mo Qingfeng walked over to him and stood in front of him. He saw his face as jade. The hanging heart was finally put down. She stared at him for a moment, and the beauty flashed a touch of concern. "See your face recover, you must be hurt. Nothing serious."

Du Gu Zenan looked at her, she was in Tsing Yi, behind the flowers of various colors, she stood in the middle of the flowers, so amazing, so brilliant.

The heart is swaying, the perfect lip is raised, and the smile of the country is outlined. The sound is warm and the breeze blows like the spring. "Nothing, the deity is not hurt, but it is a loss of some repairs."

Standing in the corridor and silently watching their purple altar heard the words of the solitary Zenan, the look can not help but sink, the loss of repair is not considered injury? If the wind gets rid of the little master and knows that he is suffering for a woman, it must be very difficult.

"I have seen the iron and blood through the Danshui, and the dragon spirits are hidden in the Yuding Mountain, I really want to go." Mo Qingfeng said, anyway, now that she has left the Eight Kings, she wants to go to the Yuding Mountain Look for the dragon spirit beads.

Solitary Zenan nodded, and the voice was warm: "It is a good thing for you to get the dragon spirit beads, but to go to the Royal Ding Beast Mountain, you have to go through countless difficulties, what dangers will be encountered on the road, no one can predicted."

"Just take the risk, there is you around to protect me, I am not afraid of any difficulties and dangers." Mo Qingfeng chuckled, and then she was not so weak.

Du Gueren and Yan Huan flashed, and she touched him deeply. She needed his protection. He also promised to protect her.