Chapter 1775 Real World 20 "It's strange, why hasn't Feng Gongzi gotten up yet.
Xiao Mo'er also felt strange, according to the past, the teacher had already gotten up, but today was this hour, and there was no one in sight.
"Maybe the teacher is out.
Let's wait.
Xiao Mo'er guessed.
"Okay."
Since the little boy said so, Daixiang naturally did not object, and the two sat in the front hall and waited for Feng Liji to come back and eat together.
Feng Liji, as Xiao Mo'er's teacher, if he didn't sit at the table, how could he be the first to sit as a student, it would be disrespectful.
The wait of one big and one small is an hour, the sun is already high outside, and the meal on the table has long been cool.
Dai Xiang said: "Little master, is the young master Feng out of the house?"
Xiao Mo'er shook his head, he didn't know.
"Why don't we eat first?"
Daika suggested.
After all, it's not an option to keep waiting.
If they go out on errands and don't come back until the evening, they won't be hungry for a day.
Xiao Mo'er got down from the chair, "I'll go to the teacher's room and have a look." ” Daika thought it was unlikely, "Feng Gongzi shouldn't be in the room." ” Dai Xiang knows that people who practice martial arts will not be lazy in bed, and Feng Gongzi's martial arts are more powerful than the little master, so it is really unlikely that such a person will be able to stay in bed.
"Just look at it."
Xiao Mo'er walked to the wing where the wind was and knocked politely on the door.
"Teacher, available in the room" No one in the room responded.
"Look, I'll just say that the wind boy can't be in the room."
Daixiang became more and more sure in her heart.
Xiao Mo'er didn't speak, and gently pushed the door open.
As soon as the room was opened, the two walked into the room one after another, and at a glance they saw a person lying on the bed.
When Xiao Mo'er saw him, her face sank and she hurried to the bed.
He stretched out his hand to probe the snort of the wind and scar, and there was still breathing, which made Xiao Mo'er breathe a sigh of relief.
Xiao Mo'er stretched out her hand to his forehead again, it was not hot, and it could rule out a high fever.
He grabbed the hand of the wind and took his pulse, which was strong and vigorous, and there was no sign of illness and weakness.
Xiao Mo'er tentatively shouted, "Teacher, teacher." ” The man on the bed lay there motionless, as if he had fallen into a coma.
"Teacher, teacher."
Xiao Mo'er shouted several times in a row, but the person on the bed did not react at all.
Dai Xiang asked worriedly: "Little master, what disease does Feng Gongzi have, is it a recurrence of the old injury?"
Xiao Mo'er shook her head, unable to answer.
From his body, there was not a single sign of illness.
It's a weird situation.
"Could it be poisoning," Daixiang sounded the story that Bei Yutang told them before.
Xiao Mo'er said affirmatively: "It's not poisoning.
The poisoned pulse will not be so peaceful.
It's like " At this point, his voice paused.
"What is it," Daika asked impatiently.
"Asleep."
As soon as this answer came out, Xiao Mo'er felt incredible.
Daika glared in surprise, "Asleep" "Judging from the pulse and symptoms alone, it's like falling asleep."
Xiao Mo'er's white and tender little face was wrinkled like a bun.
"It's—it's impossible."
Daika wasn't convinced.
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"Other than that, I don't see anything wrong."
This is the first time Xiao Mo'er has encountered such strange symptoms.
"Let's go out, maybe the teacher will wake up in a few hours." oshow7: