When I went to the hall, Feng Chuge expected that it would not be too peaceful tonight, so I only let Zilan stay in their courtyard, don't come out.

When the news of Feng Chuge’s injury came into their ears, they were shocked one by one.

how is this possible?

Miss... I was injured!

"Don't worry, the younger sister has been taken away by the emperor." The people who came to pass the news saw their purple eyes and they looked comforted.

The purple orchids looked at each other and forced themselves to calm down -

Nothing, there are few masters of Heaven and Earth, and it will be fine...

Today is twenty-two, although it is not like the full moon night, the courtyard is also sparsely sprinkled with a little moonlight.

At night, the sparseness of the spiritual power in the air has a lot to do with the surplus of the moon.

After taking the medicine, the emperor could not fully recover it, but by the moonlight tonight. It also temporarily suppressed all toxins.

Holding the Fengchu song, Yan’s body shape passed through Yuntian College and eventually fell to his current yard.

"Master, you can be considered to be back." Bei Xuan explored the imposing atmosphere of the emperor and greeted him.

He did not agree with the master's travel at night.

After all, no one knows when the toxin that has been suppressed has popped up, and it will be troublesome for the person to meet it.

"The master, Feng girl, what happened to him?" Bei Xuan finally saw the weak face of Feng Chu song, stunned.

The imperial dust and thin lips are close to each other, and the smog of the lavender is fading.

But she never said a word, just holding her and putting her on the bed.

On the bed, Feng Chu song sat cross-legged, and the emperor took the opportunity to treat her for injury.

Feng Chuge Dantian was injured. In order to prevent the loss of spiritual power, it is necessary to continuously input spiritual power into the inside.

"Master, you haven't recovered yet. The spiritual power in your body is now very small. You can't go on like this anymore. Otherwise, this poison will be more troublesome when it starts." Bei Xuan looks at the emperor. A slightly white face, can't help it anymore.

Where did the Emperor listen to him?

"The master, really can't, you are weak now..."

"Shut up -" only the cold words, completely interrupted the words of Bei Xuan.

Bei Xuan looked at the imperial dust, and finally shook his head helplessly.

He knew that his persuasion was also futile.

Once the master decides something, no one can change his mind!

The moonlight still scatters through the window in the house.

Suddenly, there was a strange smell outside.

Bei Xuan's eyes are slightly glimpsed, and the window is turned out.

At present, the master is healing the girl, but can't make a half-point accident!

"Oh, it's me, it's me--" Just as Bei Xuan wanted to shoot, a little old voice sounded.

By the moonlight, Bei Xuan saw the coming, and bowed, "Yang Elder -"

"I will go in and see." Elder Yang said to enter the house.

When I approached the two people and explored the atmosphere of the Fengchu song, Yang grew up in a sigh of relief. "Jun, the next one will be handed over to me. The spiritual power input before Jun is enough, and the rest will be repaired with a medicinal herb. It will almost be fine."

Elder Yang is the master of Feng Chuge, and the imperial dust has long been known.

Listening to the elder Yang, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The slender fingers licked the hair scattered on the face of Feng Chuge, and the emperor sighed twice.