Quick Travel: The cannon fodder female partner counterattacks the heartthrob

Chapter 9 The Sorrow of the Demonic Saint (9)

At this time, he fell to the ground, no longer as handsome as before, and his whole face was twisted into a ball, full of pain.

The bones under the skin were twisted and fragile, making it extremely ugly and embarrassing.

He was somewhat thankful that it was her who came in tonight, but he was also extremely panicked.

Will she be like those people?
Such disgusting, malicious eyes.

Although his whole body still felt like he was being roasted on a fire, he felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar at this moment.

If she knew that she was just his drug guide, would she kill him directly now?

He couldn't think more.

The severe pain in his body suddenly reached a peak at this moment, and he could clearly feel that his body was constantly melting, breaking, and reorganizing.

This is his body... His body is starting to get smaller.

"Your honor..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice was choked with sobs, and she couldn't say a single word of the next words.

She slowed down her movements and took small steps in his direction until she was right in front of him, getting a clear look at his appearance.

She carefully probed with her spiritual power.

The bones are broken, the spiritual channels are blocked, and the inflammation in the heart channels is deep-rooted and spreads all over the body, and there is no cure.

"How could this happen? How could it be...that the injury was so serious? This injury has been there for a long time, right?"

Gu Nian's tears could no longer be suppressed, and they poured down like a broken embankment.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"You have this pain every year, don't you?"

Speaking of this, her voice was almost torn and hoarse.

Mo Feichen raised his eyes with difficulty and saw her appearance clearly.

He never thought about it.

Mo Feichen, who had anticipated thousands of reactions in his mind but never thought that Gu Nian would react like this, could not help but feel a flash of confusion in his eyes.

There was self-blame and distress in the girl's eyes, but there was no fear or disgust.

Why……

Why did she have no grudge against him like this? Apart from feeling distressed and sad, he didn't see a trace of disgust or fear in her eyes.

"Does it hurt?"

With trembling hands, she hugged Mo Feichen completely into her arms, helplessly wiping the sweat from his forehead with her sleeves.

The girl's helpless and desperate eyes, the tears that kept rolling down her eyes, and her soft words of infinite pity.

At this moment, he just wanted to raise his hands to wipe away all the tears on her face, then hold her tightly in his arms and tell her that he was fine and that he didn't hurt at all.

Really, he has long been used to it, and it really doesn't hurt at all. Stop crying, and don't show such a heartbroken expression again.

But the pain was so severe that he couldn't even move his fingertips. Even with all his strength, he could only move his lips up and down to spit out two silent words.

don't cry.

Why, why does it hurt so much this time?
It hurt so much that I wanted to hug her into my arms and melt her into my bones and blood.

He thought he wouldn't shed tears, but his eyes became uncontrollably hot and astringent.

A drop of clear tear left down the cheek.

The first time someone asked him if it hurt.

He never imagined that it would hurt so much to be asked if it hurt by the only person who truly loved him.

It hurt so much that he almost couldn't stand it anymore.

It really hurts...

it hurts...

The sound of bones breaking and reassembling was especially clear in the silent night.

Her body couldn't stop shaking, and tears fell down. "If there is a way, there will be a way!"

"I remember there is a cold jade ice chamber on Qianxue Mountain. The thousand-year-old ice in it must be good!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to suddenly have some direction. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face and calmed down her emotions.

At this time, Mo Feichen had completely transformed into a teenager, and the pain in his body became more and more unbearable.

Gu Nian carefully picked him up, then called out the spirit boat and quickly sailed towards the Hanyu Ice Room.

After placing Mo Feichen in place, Gu Nian softly comforted him, "It doesn't hurt anymore. It won't hurt anymore when I fall asleep..."

Her voice was gentle and sincere, as if it had some soothing power.

Then he rambled on a lot.

After Gu Nian finished speaking, she hummed to him a nursery rhyme that her mother had hummed to her when she was the eldest daughter of the Luo family. The melody was soft and gentle, very beautiful.

In such soft whispers, Mo Feichen's consciousness was blurred by pain, and he actually fell asleep.

Vaguely, he could feel that she put a cold handkerchief on her forehead, and then moved it back and forth many times, and then strands of spiritual power spread throughout her body, soothing every wound with the utmost gentleness.

When he woke up the next day, Mo Feichen's body had recovered, and the top-quality ice beneath him was exuding wisps of coldness.

He subconsciously wanted to raise his hands and sit up, but he didn't expect that he couldn't move his hands.

He looked up and saw the girl lying next to Hanyu's bed. A layer of ice crystals had condensed on her eyelashes. Her eyebrows were covered with frost. Her body was curled up in a ball, leaning on him tightly, and her hands were still tightly held. his hand.

The unsuspecting, peaceful and gentle sleeping face came into view.

The light lip color was slightly moist, which made people lose consciousness for a moment.

Mo Feichen's reaction paused for a moment. Last night...she took care of him all night.

Seeing the frost on her brows, he hugged her in a panic, hoping that this would relieve her frighteningly cold body.

There is demonic energy in his body, and her innate spiritual body can only cultivate spiritual power. If she rashly nourishes her body with demonic energy, she will only be corroded by the demonic energy.

Although her body is not mortal, it is still flesh and blood.

After spending a night in such an extremely cold ice room, I had to take care of him all the time, feeling her breath that was so weak that it was almost non-existent.

He truly felt that she might actually die.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but panic.

He didn't know whether he was so worried about her because she was his antidote, or because... he liked her.

He didn't have time to think more.

He just knows.

He didn't want her to die.

During the movement, Gu Nian moved his fingers slightly, and then opened his frost-covered eyes, somewhat confused as to what was happening.

Why did it suddenly feel warm?

Looking down, he found that he was in the arms of His Majesty. Gu Nian's face was uncontrollably stained with a blush.

However, she did not forget about the business and subconsciously explored his meridians.

After discovering that the poison was no longer spreading, a happy smile finally appeared on her face.

She was concerned and distressed, lowered her head and worked very seriously, completely unaware that Mo Feichen's usually cynical and narrow phoenix eyes were staring at her silently.

His pupils were dark, and his fine black hair was scattered in front of his forehead.

Between the gaps in his hair, his gaze seemed like that of a wolf that was still staring at its prey after being seriously injured.

When she raised her head, she realized that Mo Feichen had woken up at some point.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?"

What followed was a series of questions.

"Do you feel better now? Are you still feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Mo Feichen said softly in a hoarse voice, "Yao'er..."

(End of this chapter)