Subordinates guilty

There was a smell of blood, Bai Shu looked at Feng Shiqi lying on the steps, his breathing was already extremely weak.Mo Feiyun stood in front of the couch with a terrifying expression on his face.

Before Bai Shu could speak, Mo Feiyun said, "We must save him."

"Don't say stupid things, of course I will try my best to save him." Bai Shu stopped talking and treated his wound.

Standing aside, Wan Zhongling was so stupid that he even forgot to cry. He just stared blankly at Feng Shiqi, who stepped on the ethereal breath, unable to say a word.

Mo Feiyun took a deep breath, grabbed Wan Zhongling's hand, and led him out of the door.Wan Zhongling followed him out of the room and stood in a bamboo forest.

Mo Feiyun let go of her hand, walked slowly to a broken bamboo and sat down.Wan Zhongling came back to her senses, "Brother Feng! Are you alright!" She hurried forward and grabbed Mo Feiyun's sleeve, tears split her eyelashes and fell on the back of Mo Feiyun's hand.

"I'm fine..." Mo Feiyun's tone sounded like he was very tired, and Wan Zhongling was still crying.

"Sorry……"

Wan Zhongling suddenly raised his head and looked at Mo Feiyun in astonishment.He closed his eyes, and some blood stains on the front of his clothes were sealed by Shi Qi, and some were his own. "Sorry for what? This has nothing to do with you! Don't..."

Before Wan Zhongling finished speaking, Mo Feiyun's forehead fell on her shoulder, as if he had fallen asleep, and his chest heaved slightly.

Fengtian was awakened by the pain of the wound on his chest, opened his eyes, a maid was bringing a basin of water, and happened to see him wake up, said happily: "Mr.

Fengtian watched the little girl run out in a panic, wondering who the young master is.

After a while, Mo Feiyun appeared at the door, surrounded by Bai Shu.

Feng Tian frowned, and said to Mo Feiyun, "Where is Fang Jing Shi Ren?"

Mo Feiyun looked at Fengtian's frowning brow lightly, and said lightly: "I left that day."

Fengtian closed his eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

Bai Shu sighed silently in his heart, stepped forward to feel his pulse, and said: "It's nothing serious, eat some light porridge later, and drink the medicine. During this period of time, rest well, don't open the wound."

Fengtian didn't answer, and there was no trace of blood on his pale face.

A maid came in with porridge and medicine, Bai Shu got up and said, "I'll go and see Feng Shiqi." Saying that, he went out and closed the door.

Mo Feiyun walked over with the porridge, paused and said, "Drink some porridge first."

Fengtian opened his eyes and looked at the porridge in Mo Feiyun's hand, then at Mo Feiyun sitting beside him, and nodded.

Mo Feiyun helped him sit up and fed him with a spoon.Fengtian looked at him without opening his mouth for a long time, Mo Feiyun held the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, and lowered his head to meet those deep eyes.

Fengtian suddenly reached out and grabbed Mo Feiyun's hand holding the spoon, and slowly rubbed his thumb on the back of his hand.Looking at the scar on his hand, Mo Feiyun lost his mind for a while.

"Is there something you're hiding from me?" Fengtian said suddenly, it seemed that he didn't plan to eat unless he said something.

Mo Feiyun lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"If you don't tell me, it doesn't mean I don't know, but no matter what, I hope to hear you tell me personally." Fengtian said lightly.

"My internal force will backfire, and this is nothing worth talking about."

Fengtian sneered, "Is that so? What kind of internal strength is it that makes you like this?"

Mo Feiyun raised his head suddenly, and met Fengtian's playful smile, did he already know it?impossible. "I have been practicing since I was a child, and the master never mentioned it."

Seeing him like this, Fengtian's heart suddenly became angry, he raised his hand and knocked over the bowl in Mo Feiyun's hand, and said coldly: "If you are killed by yourself one day, it's not surprising at all! Who can be like you?" , was born with a cheap life! You don't care about life and death, but you know that your life is no longer your own! It's mine!"

At that time, the scene where Mo Feiyun watched him vomit blood made him feel like he was pressed against a stone for no reason, and he almost had the illusion that he couldn't breathe.Even if it was an illusion, even if he had never seen Mo Feiyun standing in front of him with that expression, he couldn't help but feel chills from the bottom of his heart.

Mo Feiyun looked at Fengtian who was suddenly furious, and was stunned.He didn't dare to attribute this anger to the fact that he was worried about him, that he cared about things he hadn't mentioned to him, that he didn't feel safe, that he was afraid of being betrayed, that's all...

However, Mo Feiyun found that he still felt pain in his heart.

Mo Feiyun looked at Fengtian with surprisingly soft eyes, as if looking at a child, a 12-year-old child.

"I'll get another bowl of porridge." Mo Feiyun got up and went out, and soon someone came to clean up the broken porcelain on the ground.

The little girl, obviously frightened by Fengtian's gloomy expression, ran away in a hurry.Fengtian was full of anger and had nowhere to vent. He punched the head of the bed, and the wound suddenly burst into sharp pain. Fengtian held his chest and broke out in cold sweat.

Mo Feiyun came in with porridge, saw this scene, and hurried forward to support him. "But the wound hurts?"

Fengtian raised his face, stared at Mo Feiyun for a while, then waved his hands and said, "It's okay. I'm hungry."

Mo Feiyun wanted to say something, but his lips moved, but he still didn't say it. He turned around and picked up the porridge again, and fed him spoonful by spoonful.

The porridge tasted good, cooked just right, just like the porridge Wan Zhongling cooked a few days ago.Fengtian suddenly became irritable, and said angrily: "Such an unpalatable food, can you bully me as a patient?"

Seeing this, Mo Feiyun hurriedly said: "This subordinate will pay attention and make something that suits His Highness..."

"That's all!" Fengtian looked irritably at Mo Feiyun's resigned appearance, and the more he looked, the more irritated he was, "Come here."

Mo Feiyun was taken aback, isn't he by Fengtian's side? "come over"?

Fengtian frowned, and said again: "I don't have any taste in my mouth. Come here, didn't you hear?"

Mo Feiyun had no choice but to bend down and move his upper body closer.Fengtian grabbed Mo Feiyun's hair with the only hand that could move, opened his mouth and bit Mo Feiyun's upper lip, tasted the sweetness, and stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Shocked by such a sudden movement, Mo Feiyun's body stiffened, tasted the smell of medicine in Fengtian's mouth and the sweetness of porridge, and lost his mind for a while.

"It's much better." Fengtian let go of his hair and smiled, "Suddenly, I feel like I miss you."

Mo Feiyun, who hadn't reacted yet, was silent in this intimate gesture like a kiss, his taste... what was it like?

Seeing Mo Feiyun's dazed look for a while, Fengtian closed his eyes contentedly.

confession?

Mo Feiyun opened his eyes wide and looked at Fengtian leaning on the couch with his eyes closed, ignoring him. In a panic, he hurriedly lowered his eyes, got up, tidied up, closed the door and left.

It was noon at this time, and the sun was scorching, Feng Shiqi was still in a coma, and three days had passed.

Tianxuanmen completely aroused public outrage this time, but now they cannot rashly take risks and crusade against them.Tianxuanmen has accumulated too many mysterious figures in the past ten years, since he dared to come, there must be a reason for him.On the day of rescuing Fengtian, Fang Zhongtian personally led a group of well-known martial artists to restrain him, and unexpectedly ten masters emerged from Tianxuanmen, all of them with extraordinary skills and vicious methods.

Mo Feiyun sighed softly, he found an antidote from Jing Xun, studied Baishu, and gave a copy to everyone who was poisoned.

That day Ke Ruofeng was injured by his subordinates, and now he is recuperating in Tianzi Pavilion, Mo Feiyun is going to check on Feng Shiqi every day at noon, so he often stops by to visit.

Turning around a moon gate, Mo Feiyun stopped and frowned at the two people in front of the rockery.

A young man shook his arm and yelled at the young man who grabbed his arm, and his feet were not idle.

"Surnamed Su, let me go! I don't want to see you anymore!" The young man's voice was clear and smooth. Judging by his body shape, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and his demeanor was that of a pampered young master.

"A Fei, listen to me! Don't be childish, give me a chance to explain, okay?" The man simply pulled the boy into his arms and hugged him tightly.Hearing this voice, Mo Feiyun was a little surprised, this young man was Su Qiuteng, the Fourth Young Master of the Su family in Jiangnan.

The young man called A Fei couldn't escape, and said out of breath, "I won't listen! Why should I give you a chance? You liar!"

"I know that you are angry because it is my fault. But you also know that men have needs in some way. You are still young, and you will understand some things when you grow up. I like you, which is half of it. There is nothing fake." Su Qiuteng seemed to be very good at making up things, and he handled them with ease.

The young man's face immediately changed, and he pushed Su Qiuteng away.The other party didn't expect that Ah Fei would push him away after talking so much, and he was pushed away by a momentary oversight.

"Shut up! I liked you before, so I wanted to follow you. I secretly left home to find you, but I saw you entangled with a bunch of women. What's the use of explaining now? I hate you to death Don't follow me anymore." Ah Fei was already crying, probably very sad.

"A Fei, don't do this, it's all my fault, don't cry, be good! I promise I won't make you sad again, you must believe me." Su Qiuteng seemed to feel distressed, and leaned forward to coax her.

Ah Fei dodged a few steps, sniffed, turned and ran.Just after running two steps, he bumped into a figure, and looked up, it was Mo Feiyu.He crossed his arms and glanced at Su Qiuteng, "Hey! Why did you cry?"

"Rogue? What are you doing here?" Ah Fei seemed to be in a panic, and forced himself to calm down.

"Who is the scoundrel?" Mo Feiyu looked around, "Who is the scoundrel here? It can't be you, little bandit."

"You!" Ah Fei pointed at Mo Feiyu, gnashed his teeth, but forgot about crying.

Mo Feiyu pushed his fingers away, shook his head and said, "What's wrong with me? I didn't see