However, the opponent's strength is super strong, and the technique is weird, and grabbing his chest with his hand, his own soul and flesh are just squeezed out of his heart!

Duanmu Yawang listened and asked, "Can you see the other person's appearance clearly?"

Lan Chengche shook his head, "The other party feels like a cloud of smoke, hazy, and can only vaguely distinguish the appearance of a human shape, but can't distinguish the appearance of the real face."

"How do you feel after being plucked up?"

"The body can still move, and I can feel my heart beating. Looking at the empty opening in my chest where I can see the internal organs, I don't feel the slightest pain." Lan Chengche didn't blink his eyes when describing the original scene. For a moment, he was so calm as if he was just a bystander.

"Can't feel the pain?"

"Um."

Lan Chengche nodded, "When I can feel the pain, I close my eyes subconsciously, and then I don't have any consciousness."

Duanmu Yawang imagined the scene at that time. In a conscious state, he saw that his chest was empty. In that scene, just thinking about Duanmu Yawang, he felt a little scalp tingling!

This is so cruel!

Ugh!

Duanmu Yawang sighed secretly, looking at Lan Chengche’s handsome, but somewhat thin body, she couldn’t help saying: "Master Chengche, your body and soul will be separated for a few months, and you will inevitably feel uncomfortable. It’s better to have a room. Take a rest, and then adjust the state of adjustment?"

Lan Chengche was about to speak, and suddenly the little white deer uttered.

Duanmuya rolled her eyes, "Baibai, what's the matter with you?"

Little Bailu was sitting at the table drinking water, Huo Fei sat while looking at him, Xiao Bailu stared in the direction of Mu Qingchen and Mufeng, widened his eyes and said, "Master, he, he, he...I see It seemed that Mu Qingchen and Mu Feng's hands had moved a bit!"

Duanmu Ya looked at her, her pupils shrank, and before Lan Chengche could answer, she turned around and walked towards the bedside of Mu Qingchen and Mu Feng.

As soon as she stepped, Mu Qingchen who was lying there opened his eyes, and at the same time sat up suddenly from the bed.

"Mr. Mu!"

Duanmu Yawang's face was overjoyed and hurriedly greeted him. Mu Qingchen paused when he heard the familiar voice, then followed the sound abruptly, and saw a young man with a beautiful and familiar face but with blue eyes with curvy eyebrows. Walked towards himself with a smile.

"...Miss Duanmu... ahem!"

Obviously, Mu Qingchen hadn't spoken for a long time, and his thin lips were lifted. As soon as he said four words, he bent his thin back and coughed first.

Duanmu Yawang came to the bed. Seeing this, he poured a cup of tea on the table and handed him: "Mr. Mu, are you okay?"

"...Cough cough." Mu Qingchen was still coughing, took the water glass in her hand, drank a glass of water, and choked a few times in embarrassment.

Mu Qingchen has always been as pure as a bamboo, shallow and faint, never been so embarrassed, Duanmu Yawang couldn't help but want to pat him on the back, just raised his hand, but it was like a thorny back.

When she looked back, she saw Gong Yulan pursing her thin lips and looking at her coldly.

She touched the tip of her nose and immediately withdrew her hand.

Mu Qingchen coughed for a long time, and finally healed better. His pale and breathless face became a little more **** because of the cough after sleeping for several months. At the same time, he could speak normally, "I'm fine, it's okay."

Duanmu Ya looked at him, he was relieved immediately, stretched out his hand to take the empty cup in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's okay."

"Miss Duanmu, thank you very much."

Mu Qingchen raised his eyes to look at her, and said two words softly.

"Mr. Mu is very kind to me, why use words to thank you?"

Mu Qingchen didn't answer, he said less than Lan Chengche, and didn't know whether he didn't know how to say it or knew everything. He didn't ask much about the current situation and what happened during this time.

Then the purple eyes moved slightly, looking at Mu Feng.

Folded his brows slightly: "I'm awake, why is Mu Feng still not awake?"

Duan Muya looked at him and said, "Just now Mufeng moved his fingers, and he should be waking up soon."

"……That's good."

For some reason, Mu Qingchen sighed for a long time. He probably slept for too long, and his body was different in every aspect. His face was terribly pale, and his face was terribly tired.

He said these three words were very light, as light as a gossamer, and when he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his brow.

The outstretched hand remained slender, but it was very pale.

"Mr. Mu is tired?"

Duanmu Yawang couldn't help asking.

"some."

When Mu Qingchen said, his eyes moved, and he finally stopped looking at Gong Yulan, and then moved, he was about to get off the bed.

However, his body was more fragile than he thought. Before he got down to the bed, his body shook and fell back on the bed!

Duanmu Ya looked at him, stretched out his hand to help him, and Mu Qingchen didn't push away, and a bitter smile appeared from the pretty lips: "Thank you, just laughed."

"Sleeping time is too long, it is inevitable."

Duanmu Yawang is a healer, and she naturally understands that she is a little surprised that he can stand up, and there is no laughter.

Mu Qingchen didn't say much. When sitting on the bed, he looked at Gong Yulan again, and said something that surprised Duanmu Yawang: "Next time, Mu will officially thank you."

Gong Yulan glanced at him, but didn't say a word.

Duanmu Yawang was stunned for a moment, and Mu Qingchen actually said that he wanted to stop Xie Gong Yulan. In other words, did he remember the events of this period of time?

Knowing this, Gong Yulan had also worked hard?

However, she saw that Mu Qingchen didn't mean to say this, and Chen's music was small, so she didn't ask. Seeing Mu Qingchen sitting on the bed, she asked politely: "Mr. Mu is so tired, why lie down and rest? Or you Want to eat and replenish your energy?"

Mu Qingchen's thin lips lifted slightly, just as he was about to speak, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of something, and said two words faintly: "Awake?"

Duanmu Yawang reacted very quickly. Upon hearing this, he looked at Mu Feng suddenly, and then saw Mu Feng open his peachy eyes.

Mu Feng's situation was not much better than Mu Qingchen's, but it was also better than Mu Qingchen's situation.

Mu Qingchen's body was as slender as a jade bamboo, thin and slender, handsome and fluttering, with a sense of immortality. Compared with Mu Qingchen, Mu Feng's body was stronger and thinner.

Therefore, when he opened his eyes, although his eyes were tired, his face was not as pale as Mu Qingchen.

He opened his eyes, stunned, his eyes closed a few times, and finally focused. Thinking of the familiar voice that he had just heard, he moved his head suddenly, and after looking at it, he saw two familiar faces.

He suddenly smiled, and his peach blossom eyes curled up in an enchanting arc, and said something familiar to Duanmu Yawang: "Xiao Yawang, long time no see!"

Duan Muya looked at him and then looked at him with a smile. For some reason, her eyes were suddenly red, but she couldn't help but smile. She stretched out her hand and patted him: "Mu Feng, how do you feel about not dying in catastrophe?"