Fighting Starts From Capturing The Goddess

Chapter 274 Ning Shuang’er

Regardless of the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, Chen Mo pushed the palm of his hand, and a gentle burst of energy exploded, offsetting the energy storm that swept into it.

Affected by Qi Jin, Wen Qingwan, who was already seriously injured, has passed out in a coma.

The frost wasn’t much better, the veil on his face was blown out of nowhere, revealing that beautiful face, but at this time, it was extremely pale on top of this face.

Feeling the waist being hugged, Shuang’er opened her eyes, and when the strong masculine breath made her face blushed inexplicably.

But right after that, Wen Qingwan came to worry, and whispered softly: “Auntie, auntie…”

Chen Mo put away the golden wings, and after not feeling the breath of Yan Luotian, he took the two women and left here.

While walking, Chen Mo weighed it a little, and the one that looked bigger was about the same as Yun Yun’s catty, and if it was small, it was lighter than Concubine Ya.

Except for the small showing her beautiful face, the big one with her tight face has fainted, and she doesn’t know what injuries she has suffered.

Chen Mo asked the awake woman: “What is your name?”

Shuang’er was worrying about her aunt. When she heard Chen Mo’s words, she was taken aback for a moment. After hesitating for a moment, she said, “Ning Shuang’er.”

“Where is your aunt?”

“Wen Qingwan.” Ning Shuang’er said.

“Woo-”

Suddenly, Wen Qingwan, who was caught in a coma by Chen Mo’s armpit, suddenly moved, murmured angrily.

“Auntie…”

Ning Shuang’er thought that Wen Qingwan was awake, and quickly called out.

But the latter did not respond.

Chen Mo felt it carefully. Through Wen Qingwan’s black tights, she could feel her body getting hot, and immediately said, “What’s wrong with your aunt?”

“That day when we assassinated…Yan…Yan Fei, Auntie…she was hit by the fighting power left by Yan Luotian on Yan Fei’s body.” Ning Shuang’er burst into tears.

Ning Shuang’er has long slender eyebrows, thin red lips, without the slightest trace of blood, and a face with a coldness that is somewhat inhumane, but her cheeks are pale and concealed a bit of beauty. At this time, she is crying bitterly, but there is a kind of difference. Kind of beauty.

In terms of beauty alone, Queen Medusa and Butterfly are better than her.

Yun Yun and Ya Fei are slightly less visible.

Hearing this, Chen Mo speeds up a lot, and arrives at the inn where he lives in the afternoon, in the room where the three of them live.

Queen Medusa and Butterfly have left, and the room is empty.

Closing the door with his feet, the room was dark. Chen Mo first put Ning Shuang’er down, and then, under the perception of his soul, put Wen Qingwan on the couch, and with a gesture, the blue light on the table was Lights up.

The dim candlelight filled the room.

Ning Shuang’er scanned the room with a little alert.

The room is clean, but there are no objects, a table, a few round stools, but the bed is quite big, enough for three people to roll on it…

Chen Mo took off the white jade mask and iron gloves on his face, and put them into the ring.

This suit is for Queen Medusa. Chen Mo’s figure is thin, and he doesn’t look small when worn.

Chen Mo turned around, came to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank.

Ning Shuang’er was shocked when she saw Chen Mo’s face.

The man didn’t look big, he was only in his twenties, he was very handsome, with a masculine and unclear temperament on his body, like an immortal from all over the world.

Ning Shuang’er was stunned not because of Chen Mo’s handsomeness, but because he looked so young and his strength was comparable to that of Dou Zong.

Ning Shuang’er blinked, feeling very surprised.

As if perceiving Ning Shuang’er’s doubts, Chen Mo tilted his head and smiled, “Do you want to ask me why I saved you?”

The voice was gentle and full of magnetism, which made Ning Shuang’er feel a touch of intimacy.

“Seeing that you were chased by the Jin Yanzong, and I happened to have a bit of grudge with that Yan Fei, so I saved it easily.” Chen Mo replied.

“Then…then why didn’t you put us down midway, but brought me… and my aunt here?” Ning Shuang’er still had a little guard in her eyes.

When Chen Mo heard this, he shook his head and smiled: “Is this reason all right to save people and send the Buddha to the west?”

Ning Shuang’er was taken aback for a moment. Did she meet a really good person?

Ning Shuang’er was silent.

Seeing that Ning Shuang’er was silent and the guard in his eyes had not dissipated, Chen Mo hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled: “If the girl still doesn’t believe it, then I will save it as I think the girl is beautiful. Then go on.”

Chen Mo took out a medicine bottle from Na Jie and threw it at Ning Shuang’er.

“what…”

Ning Shuang’er took the medicine bottle, hearing Chen Mo’s words, her face was a little bit inexplicable and slightly shy, and immediately looked at the medicine bottle in her hand, and wondered: “What is this?”

“Supplementing vitality and blood, restoring the original source, is useful for your injuries.”

Ning Shuang’er was startled, and immediately remembered the scene of Yan Fei’s death, and said in shock: “Are you…or a pharmacist?”

“Can’t it?” Chen Mo smiled when he heard Ning Shuang’er’s surprised words.

“No…not…”

Ning Shuang’er didn’t know how to reply, and then turned away from the subject:

“Thank you… the son’s life-saving grace, I owe you a favor, and I will repay you in the future. Don’t know the son’s name?”

Ning Shuang’er suddenly thought that he still didn’t know Chen Mo’s name, and hurriedly asked.

Chen Mo pursed his lips and said with a smile: “Just pay for it. My name is Chen Mo.”

“Chen…Mo.” Ning Shuang’er said, as if he had heard it there, and then solemnly said: “Young Master Chen, don’t worry, you will be rewarded in the future.”

“Woo, water…”

At this moment, Wen Qingwan on the couch made a weak voice.

“Auntie.”

Ning Shuang’er didn’t look at Chen Mo anymore. After pouring a cup of tea, she walked towards the bed.

Maybe it was too worried. Ning Shuang’er didn’t realize that the teacup was used by Chen Mo just now.

Ning Shuang’er pulled down Wen Qingwan’s veil, revealing a face that was paler than Ning Shuang’er.

Wen Qingwan’s eyes are somewhat similar to Ning Shuang’er. I don’t know whether it is because of her age or what reason. Although Wen Qingwan’s appearance is indistinguishable from Ning Shuang’er, it is more moving than Ning Shuang’er.

The age is older than Ning Shuang’er, but the specific age is not visible.

Wen Qingwan did not wake up. After Ning Shuang’er fed her water, she wiped Wen Qingwan’s forehead, and she immediately felt hot.

Obviously the injury has worsened again.

Ning Shuang’er helped Wen Qingwan to lie down, and immediately came to Chen Mo, and knelt down: “I beg Chen Gongzi to save my aunt, Shuang’er is willing to be a cow and a horse in return for his son in this life.”

After speaking, his forehead was knocked down, and there was a crisp sound.

“Ah this…”

With a wave of Chen Mo’s sleeves, a gentle anger quickly lifted Ning Shuang’er up from the ground, and said, “You don’t have to pay this great gift. I said, save the people to the end. Let me take a look.”