The boss who came from the end of the world, she is sick and needs to be cured

In the room, Qi Yu looked Zhao Jing up and down again, "Girl, I see there's nothing wrong with you. Your breath is unstable, your body is weak, and he gave you this bracelet? He's really generous. He gave it to you. Two hundred thousand years of spiritual power..."

Thinking about it, it's not right, "He has no reason... No, take it over here and let me take a pulse."

Zhao Jing stretched out her hand. It should not be obvious that she was pregnant before the child was implanted in the bed... However, Qi Yu has experienced the apocalypse and experienced the baptism of modern medicine. Maybe he knows the process of fertilization and implantation...

Before he could figure it out, Qi Yu's eyes widened, "Girl, tell me the truth. He really didn't force you? Force you? Tempt you?"

What could Zhao Jing say? She didn't even know Futu, so Futu pretended to be He Zheng and climbed into her bed. They even spent the honeymoon, leaving her in a state of curse and confusion all day long, with no time to think about problems.

When it was finally confirmed that he was not He Zheng, it was already more than a month later in the Holy Sect.

She only vaguely knew that his status was extremely noble and his cultivation was extremely high. She couldn't defeat him. Even Yuan Linlin, the ancestor of the other shore realm, didn't see much of the problem. Presumably Yuan Linlin and his group couldn't defeat him, so she didn't plan to break up with him.

As a result, he fainted for no reason, and when he woke up, he was in this place, the battlefield. Only then did he realize that he was the Futu God who had long heard of him but never seen him.

No matter how hard she tried, she would never have imagined that the Futu God looked exactly like He Zheng, and she would never have imagined that the aloof and incomparable Futu God would appear next to her pretending to be He Zheng and even crawl into her bed!

Even if you say this, no one will believe it! It’s incredible!

Although the unscrupulous methods are not very clever, and they are not aboveboard at all, but hey...

It feels quite complicated.

If Futu wasn't another He Zheng, she might really let him experience the pain that Zhuge Yunwen once "enjoyed"!

But he looked exactly like He Zheng, and he still had some of He Zheng's memories, so she couldn't do it!

So, let it be. There is no need to let Qi Yu get involved in the disputes and grudges between them.

After thinking about it, Zhao Jing shook her head, "Brother Yu, can you see clearly what the Futu God looks like?"

Qi Yu suddenly thought of something, stretched out his long arm to hold Zhao Jing's shoulders, and looked into her eyes, "Girl, look at me, is he better-looking or am I better-looking? Am I better-looking or is He Zheng better-looking?" Look at Zhao Jing. His expression was hazy, and he felt a little certain about what he had guessed. He hated iron and said in disbelief, "You already have He Zheng as your husband, and you have such a beautiful woman like me as your brother. How can you still be unsatisfied?" ?Can you still be fascinated by other people’s beauty?”

Zhao Jing looked away. She couldn't say anything about the curse. The rest was embarrassment and silence, "..."

Suddenly, floating soil with a halo and halo flashed in front of them.

Zhao Jing quickly took a step back, lowered her body, and distanced herself.

As soon as Qi Yu's body shape changed, he protected Zhao Jing behind him, "What do you want to do, Lord God? He follows you so closely, leaving no private space for the girl! Do you know that the tighter you press, the more disgusted the girl will be? You, I hate you! Wherever there is oppression, there is resistance, don’t you know?”

The corner of Zhao Jing's mouth twitched. This is the truth, but it doesn't work for Futu.

Futu felt unhappy when he saw Zhao Jing lowering her eyebrows and even looking a little pleased. He received two slaps, and Qi Yu hugged her, but she still lowered her eyebrows and looked very well-behaved.

When Qi Yu saw Futu and said nothing, he added: "Sir, please don't follow her too closely. This girl is a human being, not your belongings. She can't take it with you and she needs private space. Please give her the minimum respect. "

This is a bit harsh to say.

In terms of status, it's a bit disrespectful.

But Futu was not angry. Instead, he thought about the question seriously before replying: "I didn't deny her private space."

Qi Yu was slightly stunned. Why did Futu's tone sound a little aggrieved? His temperament doesn't match up with his past. He used to be decisive in killing. If he talks like this, he will be stared at with death for at least half a second. Could it be that this girl really used softness to overcome strength, and turned this "hardness" into softness around her fingers?

"Then what do you mean? Are you not clear with the girl, or are you marrying a matchmaker? The harem or the main palace?"

It's hard for Jing Yatou to speak out, so as the elder brother, he has to act as a mouthpiece and fight for the identity, status and benefits that his sister deserves. As for He Zheng's safety, he couldn't care about it.

At the same time, it was also strange that at such a close distance, less than three meters, he still couldn't see clearly what the floating soil looked like, and he couldn't even see clearly the formation patterns on his clothes.

Futu stepped forward and took Zhao Jing's hand, "Of course the matchmaker is getting married. There is no such thing as a harem and a main palace. From the beginning to the end, there is only one Zhao Jing."

Qi Yu stared at the invisible floating soil, stunned and surprised. He...then did he care about He Zheng's existence, whether it was in the past or in the future? Will he kill He Zheng, or has He Zheng been killed by him?

The news was uncertain and he couldn't ask at all.

Afraid, Futu didn't know He Zheng originally, but when he asked, Futu knew, and then He Zheng's death date was decided.

He is also afraid that He Zheng has been... But Zhao Jing and he don't know yet. When he asks, Jing girl will guess and surmise from some details, and then the fight will be over... He is not sure that he can bring Jing at such a close distance. The girl escaped with her whole body!

Pursing his lips, he looked at Zhao Jing deeply, saluted Futu and said, "Since the deity has chosen Jing Yatou, the wedding should be put on the agenda. However, if the deity is always confused and ends up giving up, and is half-hearted, then Yu We can only fight once!"

"That won't happen one day!"

Qi Yu wanted to say something else, but seeing Zhao Jingyi in the arms of Futu who could not see clearly, the little bird clinging to him without any reluctance. Futu pulled his cloak to cover Zhao Jing's petite body. The husband and wife were harmonious and loving, so he had no choice but to Give up.

A woman's heart is like a needle in the sea.

Over the past hundred years, Zhao Jing and He Zheng have been close to each other and loved each other. Some time ago, they...

I didn’t expect that I would fall in love so quickly!

Qi Yu couldn't explain how he felt. He just felt that it was ridiculous no matter how he looked at it. Jing Yatou and He Zheng also gave birth to four children. He Zheng was still such a beauty. Apart from her low cultivation level, she had no shortcomings. How could she Can you empathize with someone else?

Or is she tired of seeing He Zheng's face and wants to see something new? Is she that kind of person?

After Qi Yu left, Fu Tu took Zhao Jing and arrived at a main hall in a flash, "A Jing, the pyrotechnic dishes I just mentioned are ready."

Zhao Jing looked at the steaming meal on the table strangely, "Did you make this? When did you make it? Aren't we all together?"