Although Tan Feng was in the female form at this time, the pure male form she has used most in her travels over the past thousand years is the pure male form.

Therefore, even if she is a woman at this time, her heart is not as delicate as an ordinary woman.

"You... let me down." Tan Feng said unnaturally.

Nan Yuan carried her, unable to see her unpredictable expression at this time, she only said lightly: "I can't hear the wind."

Tan Feng pursed his lips and silently swallowed the rest of his words.

As soon as she returned to her own site, Nan Yuan put Tan Feng back on the couch. Although her movements were a little hasty, she was still gentle.

"The medicinal pill I feed you can heal all internal injuries, and you can recover 70% to 80% in a few days. I need to retreat for a few days, so I can't take care of you for the time being." Nan Yuan turned around and left.

Tan Feng suddenly straightened up and grabbed his wrist, "Qing Moyu, you...you have nothing to say to me?"

Nan Yuan's throat moved slightly, and she said lightly, "Let's talk about it later, but at this moment, if you don't let go, I may spit blood on your face."

Tan Feng was stunned for a moment, and then he said: "Are you injured? How could you be injured?"

Nan Yuan felt a little irritated when she heard this.

Not because of you.

Pretend to be cool for a while, practice crematorium.

Nan Yuan really hoped that her series of excessive behaviors were pretending to be coercive, not because of... worrying about him.

This kind of behavior that the body reacts first to the brain, Nan Yuan couldn't deny it in her heart.

Tan Feng frowned and said, "Don't you have a lot of magic pills in your hand? Take a few quickly. I won't ask you any more questions, you go to retreat and meditate quickly, and everything will be discussed when you are healed."

Nan Yuan hurried away, and when he reached the door, he suddenly paused and dropped a sentence at Tan Feng, "What I said to them today is true. You should also take it seriously."

Then, he walked away with great strides.

Tan Feng's eyes flickered, looking at his back for a long time, unable to return to his senses.

She really wanted to ask a lot of questions just now.

For example, did Qing Moyu really know that she was not human from the beginning?

When Qing Moyu explained to her before, he clearly said that the beast was an ancient monster, why did he change his mouth to say it was an ancient spirit beast today?

Is she a monster or a spirit beast?

Also, what Qing Moyu said in public about the formation of a daoist was just a whim, or...really?

If it is true, why did he make such a shocking decision?

Is it just because he answered his word unintentionally that he wants to keep his promise, or... does he want to do it himself?

Does he like himself?

However, when Tan Feng heard him say "really" with his own ears, he suddenly felt that if Qing Moyu didn't lie to him, then it wouldn't matter if she didn't know about other issues.

It's not a time when she has no memory, and she likes to pursue everything to the end.

In her life, apart from persevering in the pursuit of their lineage of demons, at other times, her curiosity was not so heavy.

Suddenly, Tan Feng remembered something, his face was covered with a thin layer of powder uncontrollably, and his ears were slightly red.

She complained about herself with a stern face, "The woman is really thin-skinned, what's so embarrassing about this matter, but it was just carried away by this person in public."

What? Not because of this.

Although this person appeared in time and saved Tan Feng, even if Qing Moyu didn't come, Tan Feng could still save himself, but it was just a waste of his life.

Their lineage is indeed very similar to the beast-like beasts in the mouth of Qing Moyu, but there is another ability in their lineage that the beast-like beasts do not have—

They have nine lives!

According to Qing Moyu's statement, in the ancient times, some beasts combined with other races to give birth to offspring, then it is very likely that their ancestors had the blood of the nine-life cat demon.

In the past thousand years, Tan Feng has lost his life three times in succession, either due to the cannibalism of the same clan, or the trap of human beings.

Every time a life is lost, the tail of their family will fall off, and then a new tail will grow again, a total of nine times.

This is also the reason why their clan is rare and has been suppressed and suppressed, but it is still not extinct.

In addition to the hermaphroditic body that allows them to mate and reproduce offspring, the main reason is that they have nine lives.

As long as the corpses can be left, they can be resurrected. Even if the demon pill is destroyed, they can still practice from scratch, and the speed of practice from scratch is very fast.

That's why Tan Feng took advantage of the opportunity of being beaten back to hermaphroditism and made that sad gesture to Guiyuan Zhenren.

Later, Zhenren Guiyuan really relented and promised to keep her whole body.

At that time, Tan Feng was looking forward to Qing Moyu coming, but he was a little afraid of him coming.

But in the end, the result exceeded everyone's expectations, including him.

Qing Moyu not only rescued her in public, but also defended her like that, even killing Elder Zhuang for her, turning Zhou Yueshan into a fool, and using the demon nails to deal with the real people of Leci and Guiyuan.

At that moment, even this Tan Feng, who had already merged his memories and became very rational, had his heart throbbed fiercely by this person!

Over the past thousand years, Tan Feng has become stronger and stronger. She has always protected others. She doesn't know what it feels like to be protected by others.

It turned out to be so...

After finishing his thoughts, Tan Feng looked out the window.

Who else in the world could hurt him like this? Did he go wrong with his practice?

Could it be because of her?

Thinking of this possibility, Tan Feng's mood suddenly became ups and downs.

On the one hand, she was emotional and told herself that if Qing Moyu could do this for her, her feelings for her must be true.

But on the other hand, reason told her that it was impossible for someone with a cold temper like Qing Moyu to give up his feelings easily.

He may be just like those humans who have deceived him, just to gain her trust, and then obtain greater benefits from her.

The more he thought about it, the more rational Tan Feng became.

After half a month, even if it is still in female form, Tan Feng is not as sentimental as when he was injured.

She spent most of the time meditating and recuperating, and occasionally glanced at the place where Qing Moyu was.

Her expression was very calm, and the aura around her became colder and colder.

"It's been half a month and you haven't come out yet. How badly are you hurt..."

Tan Feng picked up the treasure mirror on the table and stared at it for a long time, but in the end, she put the treasure mirror back again.