Bei Ming Yexuan moved his body, gently pushed Feng Yun Mo's waist with his elbow, and said softly: "Mo'er, aren't you angry because of just a few words?"

Feng Yunmo ignored him and frowned, thinking in her heart about how to deal with Lian Luo and Lian Yao, so that the people in Lianjiabao would know that her people, Feng Yunmo, were not easy to bully.

"Mo'er..."

"Mo'er..."

Beiming Yexuan called several times, but seeing that she still ignored him, he sat up, hugged Feng Yun Mo from behind, and said, "Mo'er, what are you thinking about?"

Feng Yunmo came back to her senses and turned her face sideways.

Her little face was pressed against Beiming Yexuan's shoulder: "I was just thinking about how I would deal with them if the people from Lianjiabao sent ten more women to Prince Qilin's Mansion?"

Beiming Yexuan chuckled: "Fool, although they sent ten women, only one or two of these ten are real Lian family members."

Feng Yunmo turned around and looked at Beiming Yexuan with a somewhat puzzled expression.

Beiming Yexuan knew what she wanted to ask, so he said first: "They specially arranged for so many people to enter the house in order to cover up their spies. The real Lian family woman is here to monitor me."

"It seems that there are already people who respect God around us." Feng Yunmo said.

"Yes, so no matter what we do, we must be careful. King Qilin is not safe. There are other people's spies everywhere. Lian Jiabao planted their spies in our place under the pretext of giving gifts. It is really clever."

The hands holding her tightened slightly, hugging her tighter.

There was a hint of coolness in Feng Yunmo's eyes: "Just rest in peace and recover, I will take care of those women."

"Oh, I believe you can do it." After saying that, he kissed Feng Yunmo hard on the cheek.

Feng Yunmo struggled for a while, but when she saw that he was hugging her tightly, she stopped struggling and said softly: "Let go. I'll help you rub the wound and replace it with new herbs."

After hearing what she said, Beiming Yexuan let go of his hand and lay on the bed.

Feng Yunmo took a warm dry handkerchief and gently wiped the wound on Beiming Yexuan's body that was injured by the power of God.

This wound is not an ordinary wound. It cannot be healed quickly with healing water. It can only be applied with herbs prepared by Tong Yao. First, stabilize the power of God and prevent it from spreading outward. Then the wound will not become more and more cracked.

Da, if you want to be completely healed, you have to wait for Jiang Yao Shen to come and ask him to refine another God-Cultivation Pill and let him take it before the wound can be closed.

If he can't get the God-Cultivation Pill, the wounds on his body will heal very slowly.

And that god-cultivating elixir cultivates the god of demons.

The spirit and soul of a demon injured by the power of God will be damaged.

You must first cultivate your spirit before the wound can heal.

Feng Yunmo looked at the deep and long wound on his back, and her heart couldn't help but twitch a few times. She lightly traced the wound on his back with her fingertips and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Beiming Yexuan put his face against the pillow and showed a gentle smile. He freed up a hand and placed it on Feng Yunmo's thigh, patting it gently: "Fortunately, you are fine. If anything,

So go into the space and take a look at the corpse. When Jiang Medicine God comes, don’t forget to ask him to refine another pill."

"What elixir?" Feng Yunmo asked.
Chapter completed!