She clenched her fists and faced Xia Yifeng, who was contradicting her for the first time.
The light in Mo Qiulin's eyes disappeared little by little, and finally became dim.
Looking sadly at the man and woman standing under the tree, a bitter smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Taking two steps forward, Mo Qiulin snorted coldly as she saw Xia Yifeng being wary of her, "You worthless thing, just stand there and don't move."
Leng Yan walked to Xia Yifeng, pulled him over and looked at the wound on his back.
It had been inflamed by water, and the poison must be much more difficult to cure than before.
Looking fiercely at Mu Yan in Xia Yifeng's arms, Mo Qiulin did not hide the murderous look in her eyes, "If there is anything wrong with my disciple, just wait to pay for it with your life."
"Ahem."
Taking a deep breath to calm the pain on his body, Mu Yan looked at the woman who had given him a blow with a sarcastic smile, "Look at this, since you are Feng's master, you should naturally be able to save his life. , now you put this responsibility on me first, just in case you make a mistake, you will have a scapegoat, blame me for being a troublemaker, blame me for flirting with your disciple in the water, blame me for ruining your mood " "You" didn't expect this girl to be so sharp-tongued.
Mo Qiulin froze and reached out to strike with her palm, but was blocked by Liu Yiyi, who had been standing aside without making a sound.
"Master, no."
Liu Yiyi shook her head slightly, knowing full well what would happen if she really killed Mu Yan.
Although Xia Yifeng cannot meet his master with swords and swords, it is certain that he has been in cold war for a year and a half.
That would further delay the progress of the plan and would be of no benefit to anyone.
"It's true, it's true."
Shaking off Liu Yiyi's hand, Mo Qiulin slapped her back, dropped a small medicine bottle in her arms, glared at Mu Yan fiercely, and walked away.
Looking at Mo Qiulin's back, Xia Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief, and her tense body finally relaxed.
He glanced at the pale man in his arms, his eyes filled with guilt, turned around, put Mu Yan on the bed, and said softly, "Get a good rest."
Frowning, Mu Yan bit his lower lip, watching Xia Yifeng turn around to leave, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
Why bother After hearing Mu Yan's question, Xia Yifeng was startled, and then a faint wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was talking to himself, and seemed to be making a promise to Mu Yan.
"As long as you are by my side, I will never let anyone hurt you in the slightest, unless I die." unless i die As these four words floated into his ears, Mu Yan's heart twitched violently.
Is this what it means to give her a sweet date and then give her a hard slap?
Wrapped up in the clothes Xia Yifeng had put on her, Mu Yan lay on the bed with a gloomy face, thinking a lot in her heart.
Recalling what the woman just said, Mu Yan became truly interested in Xia Yifeng for the first time.
Revenge, what kind of hatred does he have against the dignified prince of the Xia Palace, the emperor's most beloved son, what kind of enemy can make him plan so thoughtfully for revenge?
After taking the medicine left by Mo Qiulin, Xia Yifeng sat on the floor and began to perform exercises to heal his injuries.
Liu Yiyi, who was watching him and Mu Yan quietly from the side, had a worried look on her face.
The master's slap was not gentle, and Yan'er had no internal strength to heal himself, so he had to wait for a month or two to recover.
But what surprised her the most was that she never expected that Feng would confront her master for Yan'er.
Could it be said that Feng really has feelings?
If so, how will things proceed from now on?
Taking a deep breath, Liu Yiyi shook her head helplessly and walked out of this secret place, preparing to go back to her husband to complain, leaving the two of them a clean place
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