Chapter 691 Singing, Cold The very ambiguous Chao Feng squeezed his eyes, and Feng Lao opened his mouth with a strange expression. et "I said, girl, cough, in the middle of the night, what are you two tossing in the room, no wonder you have drawn out this kid's cold poison."
As he spoke, Old Feng grinned at Feng with an ambiguous expression, with a "I know everything" expression.
When Feng Tiange heard this, a beautiful little face quickly became hot.
"Teacher, what are you talking about, it's not what you think, don't talk about this first, can his cold poison be cured?"
Barely suppressing the unnaturalness in his heart, Feng Qingge hurriedly raised his head again, and asked anxiously.
"Well, this thing is too domineering, and it's impossible to cure it radically, but it's okay to suppress it for the time being."
Feng Lao waved his hand in a relaxed tone.
As he spoke, he waved his hand and summoned the inky black medicine pod, and threw a word at the phoenix.
"Girl, you come to guard the customs for me."
Then a wisp of flame popped out of his hand, and he grabbed a handful of medicinal materials and threw them into the medicine pod, and began to make a fire to refine the elixir.
"Great."
Seeing Feng Lao's relaxed appearance, Feng Qinge suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as I relaxed, I felt that my palms were sticky and wet, and I had already broken out in a cold sweat.
He clasped his hands casually and forced himself to calm down.
Feng Qingge continued to reach out and push Yun Linghan's shoulder.
"Ling Han, Ling Han, you hold on a little longer, the elixir will be refined in a while, Ling Han, don't you sleep, do you hear it?"
Feng Tiange chattered to him while stretching out his hands and rubbing his palms so that he could warm up.
"Hiss good ice.
As soon as his fingers touched his palm, Feng Qingge suddenly gasped from the cold.
He quickly let out a breath towards the palm of his hand and rubbed it towards Yun Linghan's broad palm.
Dark, as if he felt the warmth of his hand, Yun Linghan, who had his eyes closed, gritted his teeth and insisted on opening his eyes.
"Pouring Song" A hoarse, obscure voice sounded from his throat, as if it was suppressing the great pain coming from his body.
His handsome brows were twisted into a ball, beads of sweat the size of beans were densely covered all over his forehead, and his eyes were scarlet, full of gloom and bloodthirst.
"Ling Han, it's great that you're awake.
Rest assured, you'll be fine soon. ” Seeing that Yun Linghan came to his senses, Feng Qingge's face was overjoyed, and he said to him quickly.
A pair of small hands rubbed his hands vigorously, for fear that he would faint again.
"Cold" Yun Linghan clenched his fists and spat out a word indistinctly from his clenched teeth.
"I know, I know you're cold, Ling Han, hold on a little longer, just hold on."
Feng Qingge quickly comforted.
I felt like my heart had been slashed with a blunt knife, and it hurt badly.
"Cold" Yun Linghan's thin lips spit out the word again.
A pair of big hands clamped her fingers tightly, and she was in pain when she clutched them.
"Ling Han, I know you're cold, hold on a little longer."
Feng Tingge tried her best to make her voice sound steady and gentle.
As the words fell, the man in front of her suddenly stretched out his legs and pressed her waist violently.
"Ahem" Feng Qingge's breathing was tight, and he was so pressed that he almost didn't catch his breath
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