"Your Excellency is..."

"Before Miss Feng is found, you people who come from Lingxia are not allowed to walk around at will, please."

Lan Cheng's expression changed slightly, "Miss Feng hasn't come back?"

His eyes moved, the city gate was closing at this time, and there was still a gap. It was not impossible to escape the city gate at this time.

But as soon as his feet were lifted half an inch, his hands tightly grasped the rod of the red tassel gun, he froze as the shadows cast on the ground.

There are archers on the city tower.

The leader of Cangyi said coldly: "Please."

...

Feng Changqing took a moment of rest, immediately went to the kitchen to boil water, used his hand to clean Ajing's face and hands, and then looked into his breath.

The breath is still there, but it is already extremely thin.

Feng Changqing's heart continued to sink, and his fingertips trembled.

She didn't understand medical skills and didn't know what happened to Ajing. She obviously had no wounds on her body, so why didn't she wake up?

At this moment, she suddenly wanted to slap herself twice. Why did she run to this Dao Temple? There is no one here, and she is not a doctor, so she can't help Ajing at all, so why don't she go back to Yuncheng directly?

She gently carried Ajing to her back, and still wrapped the two of them tightly with her belt. As soon as she took a step, she suddenly felt weak on both legs and knelt on the ground on one knee.

It's really no strength.

But if he doesn't go back, Ajing will have to wait for death.

She took a wooden stick and stood up on the ground. She took two steps in difficulty, but suddenly she heard a gentle voice that could not be more light and sighed: "You... you... idiot..."

A Jing!

She hurriedly untied Ajing down and held him against her body. She saw Ajing hanging her eyelids weakly, but her eyes were opened.

"You're awake!"

Feng Changqing was overjoyed. The hand holding his arm was unconsciously exerting force and pressing him into his arms. She was really frightened.

He spoke weakly, "Go first... take out all the things in the spiritual realm... There is a cellar in the back mountain... it is very big..."

"you--"

After Feng Changqing realized it, he became froze for a moment.

Although he was not strong enough, he could speak a complete sentence and even said... Spiritual Realm?!

Then he is—

"Go quickly."

He urged.

Feng Changqing was frightened and immediately let go and took a step back.

Dong.

Tang Jin had an intimate contact with the bluestone brick floor on the back of his head. A dizzy came and everything he saw began to fly around in a dizzy way.

Feng Changqing curled up his fingers, "You...you are Tang Jin!"

Tang Jin didn't make a sound for a while.

Feng Changqing hesitated for a moment, then quickly went forward, half-held and half-held him and put him on the bed, with a complicated expression.

"Go." Tang Jin said again.

Feng Changqing quickly put all the food in the space into the cellar that Tang Jin mentioned. After walking a few steps back to the wing room, I wonder if it was Feng Changqing's illusion, but she felt much lighter and her spirits were much better than before.

In the wing room, Tang Jin was lying on the bed and half-bumping his eyes.

Feng Changqing took rice and dried vegetables from the space, went to the kitchen to cook a pot of porridge, then took the medicine and ginseng with her, put it in a long strip with paint, and brought it to the room.

"Eat something first."

Feng Changqing put down the thing, went over and helped him up, and put a pillow behind him, but unexpectedly he fell over like his bones were soft.

Feng Changqing hurriedly supported him and sat by the bed and let him lean against him.

If it were Ajing in this position, she would not think there was anything. Ajing was like a child and a relative to her, but Tang Jin would be a different matter.

Feng Changqing thought for a while, took two more pillows and put one on both sides of Tang Jin, barely preventing him from falling down and bringing him porridge again.

He was like this, and drinking porridge by himself was a luxury.

Feng Changqing had to feed him.

Tang Jin leaned on the pillow, recalling the sweet fragrance of sweat that he smelled when he was tightly held in his arms by Feng Changqing. His heart, which had been silent for a long time, gradually became warm.

He finally came out.

After Feng Changqing stored the food into the spiritual realm, the spiritual energy in the spiritual realm suddenly became disordered.

He was afraid that food would take up too much spiritual energy to consume, so he dissipated his body and condensed on the tree. But suddenly he found that as long as he gathered his mind and had a moment of control, he could control his body outside, but it was difficult.

He kept tempting and exploring.

When the wooden stick came that night, the original body noticed something and wanted to lower his head. He used all his strength to barely control the original body to remain motionless, and he was hit by a stick on the back of his head. Then he was sucked out by a violent suction force.

By the time he was conscious, he had already rolled down the sand dune with Feng Changqing.

In order to protect Feng Changqing from being injured, he could only use himself to make a meat pad. He was sure that he had not suffered any skin injuries except for the abrasions.

Why is this body so weak? He guessed that he should have injured his vitality when he rushed out of the spiritual realm. As long as he rested enough, he could recover as usual.

While drinking porridge, his eyes never left Feng Changqing's body.

The vision was blatant and rude.

Feng Changqing held his body and barely fed him the bowl of porridge. He immediately stepped back and stood a little far away, "Where are you feeling uncomfortable?"

He was so evaded to him like a snake or a scorpion?

Tang Jin's eyes moved.

"Xiaoqing..." As soon as he finished speaking, he fell forward.

Feng Changqing hurriedly stepped forward and helped him, and was stunned for a moment when he saw the weird light in Tang Jin's eyes, and threw him onto the bed, and said coldly: "Are you playing tricks on me?"

She hated her subconscious action.

She was very careful when Tang Jin fell on the mattress without any pain.

Tang Jin laughed softly, "This is a very good name..."

Feng Changqing blackened her whole face, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"See if I have anything to do?" Tang Jin spoke very slowly, and it seemed that he was a little difficult to speak.

Feng Changqing stood for a while, accepted his fate and stepped forward, helped him up, and cushioned with a pillow, "You have a rest, and I will take you back to Yuncheng later."

"Don't rush back, let's wait here for two days."

Feng Changqing didn't say anything, and Tang Jin was very struggling to speak. I really didn't have to rush back?

Tang Jin seemed to know what she was thinking, "Slow down for a night. If it doesn't improve, go back and you can take a break."

Feng Changqing has not rested for two days and two nights.

I have been tense for these few hours and I don’t feel tired at all. I naturally feel even more sleepy at this time.

Feng Changqing drank the remaining bowl of porridge randomly, searched around inside and outside the Taoist temple, received a few pheasant eggs, and then took them back to the kitchen and cooked them.

The sky gradually darkened.

Feng Changqing peeled the pheasant eggs, picked out the egg white and fed them to Tang Jin. He ate the egg yolks himself and fed them to Tang Jin for some water.

Tang Jin patted his side: "Stay rest, you look like you will faint at any time."

"Will you faint at any time? Are you talking about yourself?" Feng Changqing choked in anger and turned around and planned to go to another room.

Even if she rested, she couldn't lie with him.

Tang Jin was helpless, "What else can I do to you like now? We are still suffering from common sufferings... Besides, if I look like this, aren't you afraid that I will die when I come tomorrow?"

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