She's a real daughter and she's telling people's fortunes again

"Thank you, holy monk, for coming to the rescue."

Seeing the three elders of the Huode Sect leaving, Chen Pingan, who had always helped Song Chufeng relieve the cold, breathed a sigh of relief and expressed gratitude.

"Donor Chen, let's go back first and talk about it later."

The holy monk Wu Chan smiled indifferently, and immediately came to Chen Pingan and Song Chufeng. With a gentle wave of his cassock, an extremely pure internal force lifted Chen Pingan and Song Chufeng in his arms.

Later, with the help of the holy monk Wu Zen, the two returned to a wing of Nanshan Temple.

At this time, Hua Yingwu was already waiting here.

"Little friend Chen, is there something serious?"

Seeing Chen Pingan's body covered in mess and his breath weak, Hua Yingwu said worriedly.

"Leader Hua, can't you trust me?" the old monk on the side said with a smile.

"I didn't mean that."

"It's just that if you care, you'll be confused."

Hua Yingwu knew that Holy Monk Wuchan was joking with him, but he still responded seriously, because this old monk's seniority was so high that even as the leader of the Jiangnan Martial Alliance, he was embarrassed to have any inconvenience. Transgression.

"Little friend Chen, although your internal injuries are serious, they are not life-threatening. This is the same for Donor Song."

"So, before you two recover from your injuries, you just want to rest here. Don't worry, the old man from Qingluan Sect will say hello."

"In addition, these two pills, given by Donor Chen, can help you heal your injuries. Leader Hua, shall we go?"

After giving Chen Pingan some serious instructions, Monk Wuchan took the initiative to look at Hua Yingwu and said.

After hearing this, even if Hua Yingwu wanted to continue to say something to Chen Pingan, he had to leave immediately.

"Sage Wu Zen, why are we in such a hurry to leave?"

After walking some distance, Hua Yingwu asked with some confusion.

"The secret technique used by Donor Song will attract cold air into the body, and Donor Chen's body is now full of heat poison left by the Huode Sect's exercises. Although the two are just neutralized, they have some side effects."

Monk Wu Zen explained unhurriedly.

"side effect?"

Hua Yingwu frowned slightly.

"Cold air belongs to yin, and heat and poison belong to yang."

“The two are in conflict with each other, so they are in perfect harmony.”

"But the harmony of yin and yang is the method of reproduction, so do you know what the side effects are?"

Monk Wuchan stopped. As a monk, when he said these words again, his face was full of smiles.

"So it is, so it is."

Hua Yingwu suddenly realized what he said and nodded repeatedly.

Just as the two people looked at each other and smiled, Chen Pingan in the room was surprised to find that his body was unbearably hot, his breathing was getting heavier uncontrollably, and his eyes looking at Song Chufeng were a little more confused and greedy.

What's happening here?

Chen Pingan, who still had some sense, quickly put Song Chufeng down, then sat cross-legged, suppressing the heat in his heart.

But before Chen Pingan successfully suppressed it, Song Chufeng opened her eyes at this moment, and came towards Chen Pingan bit by bit, climbed onto his lap, hugged him tightly, and exhaled like a blue breath. .

"Miss Song, you are forcing me to commit a crime!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Ping'an couldn't help but sigh.

"Mr. Chen, this is a side effect of our mutual use of cold and heat to treat injuries."

"Don't try to resist. The harmony of yin and yang is the foundation for the reproduction of all things and cannot be controlled by human power."

Song Chufeng stared at Chen Pingan with a flushed face, her eyes watery and charming.

"Then I can't do anything to offend you."

"Is there really no way to crack it?"

When Chen Ping'an heard this, he agreed with everything, but he still looked panicked.

"Mr. Chen, it's not that there is no way to crack it, it's just that the cost is too high."

Song Chufeng responded with great difficulty after hearing this.

"Miss Song, if you have a way, just say it, I can bear it."

Chen Pingan asked without hesitation.

"There are two choices. First, one of you and I will die."

Song Chufeng's eyes were filled with amorous glances, her mouth was dry and her tongue was dry.

"Just say the second one!"

Chen Pingan didn't want to die, and he couldn't attack Song Chufeng, so he gave up the first method.

"Second, you brandished a knife to yourself..."

Mentioning this, Song Chufeng's face became more and more rosy and embarrassed.

"Uh......"

"Let's study the third method!"

Chen Ping'an's face collapsed, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Mr. Chen, in fact, even if I am willing to devote myself to you, your end will be death."

"The reason why I have been looking for the heir of the Dragon Burying Ring is because I have a special destiny. Unless I am the heir of the Burying Dragon Ring, no one can bear my destiny. In other words, I am actually married, or we are married. Anyone with this name will die."

Mentioning this matter, Song Chufeng's eyes showed a trace of sadness.

Because she knew that as long as Chen Pingan did not choose to commit suicide, only one of them would die.

But just because of this, Song Chufeng seemed to have made some decisions in her heart. With a sad look on her face, she slowly pulled out the Bixiao Sword and placed it on her neck.