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Volume 1: In the Human World Chapter 134: Healing Poison

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    Chapter 134: Healing Poison

    Looking at Yang Fengnian beside the bed with a gentle smile on her face, Nie Xiaoqian did not have the slightest doubt. After looking at each other quietly for a while, she nodded slightly and hummed.

    Seeing that Nie Xiaoqian was so sensible, Yang Fengnian didn't know how to speak.

    "What's wrong?"

    Nie Xiaoqian looked at Yang Fengnian's hesitant expression, and after thinking for a moment, she seemed to have guessed something, and her pretty face suddenly turned a charming pink with embarrassment.

    He buried his head in his chest, lowering his head and not daring to look at her, so he just asked nervously.

    Seeing this scene, Yang Fengnian's tangled heart suddenly relaxed for some reason.

    Looking at the woman with her head buried shyly on the bed, Yang Fengnian raised her eyebrows and said to herself: Yes, she is my wife, what is there to be embarrassed about?

    After dispelling his worries, Yang Fengnian stood up, walked to the door, and closed the door.

    Then, when he returned to the bed, he began to undress and take off his belt.

    Nie Xiaoqian, who was holding the quilt with both hands and shielding her eyes, heard the rustling sounds outside, and took a peek secretly out of curiosity.

    Seeing that Yang Fengnian had taken off his gown and was sitting on the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes.

    Nie Xiaoqian was shy, but also curious: "Ms. sir, what are you doing?"

    Yang Fengnian said oh, turned to look at Nie Xiaoqian, and while taking off her shoes, she explained matter-of-factly: "Prepare to detoxify, this is a necessary procedure!"

    Nie Xiaoqian glanced at Yang Fengnian strangely, but said nothing.

    "It's just that the woman is curious. Do you still need to take off your clothes to detoxify?"

    In the rustling voice.  Nie Xiaoqian looked up again and saw that Yang Fengnian had taken off her coat and was about to climb onto the bed.

    "Ms. sir, what are you doing?"


    "Then what should I do?"

    "Oh. Just lie down and don't have to do anything!"


    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?


    "Mr. sir, are you detoxifying?"


    "Then you, what are you doing? Take off my clothes"


    "Ah, you, you, what are you doing"


    "Um, Mr. Xian!"


    "You. You, you bad scoundrel, you scumbag!"

    "Ha ha!"


    The hibiscus tent is warm, after several sexual intercourses.  The storm finally stopped.

    When Nie Xiaoqian, dripping with sweat, fell into a deep sleep under the quilt.

    Yang Fengnian beside him quickly got up.  Too late to look for it.  A place of retreat.  He immediately sat cross-legged on the bed, intending to guard the entrance.

    He summoned the sword spirit anxiously.

    "Sword Spirit, Sword Spirit, hurry up. Help!"

    Yang Fengnian¡¯s eyes were slightly closed and his expression was serious.

    I have never felt more anxious than before.  Calling the sword spirit anxiously.

    "What are you so anxious about?"

    The red-clothed sword spirit came gracefully, giggling and saying.


    Yang Fengnian¡¯s face began to turn dark.

    "Yeah. It seems to be dark!"


    "Hey, it turned purple!"


    "It seems to have turned red again, hehe, it's so fun!"


    Before losing consciousness, Yang Fengnian was filled with infinite resentment and gritted his teeth and spit out these two words.

    Then, his vision went dark, and the endless darkness completely swallowed him up.

    "Hey, retribution!"

    Before falling into coma, this was Yang Fengnian¡¯s heartfelt confession out of grief and anger.

    ¡°I just teased and fooled Nie Xiaoqian, and in the blink of an eye, I was fooled by the red sword spirit.

    ??Retribution in this world, really retribution in this world!

    In the painting of mountains and rivers, I saw a scholar sitting cross-legged on a bluestone. His face turned blue, poisonous energy struck his heart, and he fell to the ground.

    After the sword spirit was stunned for a moment, Huazhi laughed tremblingly.

    However, even though he was laughing, his hand movements were not slow at all.

    He quickly ran over, squatted down, helped Yang Fengnian stand up, and then walked to the bluestone.

    ? ? Stretched out his hand and carefully laid Yang Fengnian flat on his chest.??On the bluestone.

    The mountain breeze blows, and the red sword spirit and red skirt are flying. In this ink and blue landscape painting, it is like a fairy fire, beating gently.

    Three thousand blue hairs swept across the impeccable and perfect cheeks, revealing a pair of eyes as clear as autumn water.

    Looking at the scholar on the bluestone, his eyes closed and motionless.  The hot-tempered Sword Spirit, after thinking about what she was going to do next, even though she was usually carefree and seemed to have no scruples, she was inevitably shy at this time.

    Beiqi bit her lips as soft as petals tightly, her eyes flashed with various expressions such as joy, uneasiness, expectation, and apprehension, and she looked at the poisonous-haired scholar quietly.

    The breeze blew over Ruyu's cheek, and after the red-clothed sword spirit gently bit her red lips, she finally made up her mind.

    Turning around and looking around at this beautiful and dreamlike landscape of mountains and rivers, the red-clothed sword spirit sighed softly.

    With a wave of his hand, thick white mist rose from the mountains and kept rising.

    The entire mountain was enveloped in it.

    In the cloud-like white mist, the red-clothed sword spirit quietly stared at the motionless scholar lying on the bluestone, glared at him fiercely, and whispered to himself: "Huh, I'm taking advantage of you.  !¡±

    In the mountains, the wind is getting stronger.

    On the top of the mountain, the white mist condensed even more.

    The breeze blew by, and the cypress trees deep in the clouds and mist swayed gently.

    On the top of one of the pine branches, a red streamer was particularly conspicuous in the vast white mist.


    Yang Fengnian had a wonderful dream.

    In the dream, dreamlike white clouds flow around me.

    Like fine silk, it cuts across the body, very soft and warm.

    It was an indescribable pleasure and a complete relaxation from head to toe.

    Finally, it¡¯s all out!

    In a trance, deep in the white clouds, a touch of red gradually faded away until it disappeared deep in the white clouds.

    who is she?

    In his dream, Yang Fengnian was anxious as he watched the woman go away, but found that he could not speak out.

    He wanted to retain her and wanted to see the woman's appearance clearly.

    However, it was in vain.

    When anxiety turned into palpitations, Yang Fengnian, who was in a coma, finally woke up.

    Drenched in sweat, he suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for air.

    I sat on the bed in shock and thought for a while, but found nothing.  He just vaguely felt in his heart that he had seen that woman before.  But, I don¡¯t know when and where.

    After sighing softly, the dazed consciousness finally returned to the body.

    He raised his head and took a look, only to realize that the room was already dark.

    The silver moonlight poured in from the window and sprinkled on the ground, silently.

    Outside the window, the shadows of the trees are mottled and swaying slightly in the wind.

    In the room, it was quiet and silent.

    Next to her, the sleeping woman smiled lightly in her sleep, occasionally murmured, and finally turned into a touching smile, which stayed on her jade cheeks.

    Yang Fengnian looked at the woman quietly, smiled slightly, and gently helped her tuck in the quilt.

    After that, he put on his clothes lightly and got out of bed slowly.

    After leaving the bedroom quietly, Yang Fengnian locked the bedroom door with his backhand.

    Then, he walked to the door of the hall and pushed hard.  .  .  )

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