Grudge Breaker

Chapter 118: Talking nonsense-
Thinking of the time she quarreled with him and ran to the back mountain in anger and almost lost her life, Mo Tingfeng was so nervous that his scalp was numb. He flew around the house and carefully searched the back mountain and Shuijie, but Song Weichen was nowhere to be seen.

The uneasiness in my heart is getting bigger and bigger, something must have happened!

But now the mana has not been restored and cannot be spent. After thinking for a while, Mo Ting quickly returned home and called a few core confidants to send people to find them. Naturally, Ding Heran was included among them - he didn't even show any signs of being strange, and he took the Life goes out.
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At this time, Song Weichen was coughing in the dungeon. The cold air was irritating her respiratory tract. Although it was not as cold as in the fantasy world of Hidden Mist Village, it was still very uncomfortable.

The echo in the dungeon was heavy, and the coughs resonated in the cell, causing her eardrums to buzz continuously, and her head felt dizzy. She began to worry that even if she could barely survive the night, if that stupid Erha really came to torture her in the morning, it would be no matter what. How can I not bear it?

There will definitely be trouble. After all, Mo Tingfeng is a member of the family. If the big bird finds out, he will go crazy and throw this stupid Erha into Wangchuan to worship his ancestors.

He hung me here to dry, and I was actually worried that he would suffer for it?
Song Weichen shook her head in her daze because of her inappropriate mother's heart. She felt that the current relationship between her and Ding Heran was like two people talking on the phone. Either she hung up first or he hung up first...

After issuing the search order, Mo Tingfeng received a message saying that someone in the mansion had seen Ding Heran and Miss Sang Pu walking together on Water Street in the evening. He instantly became suspicious of Ding Heran, and Ruona When they were together, why didn't he say a word about it just now?
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"Sir, are you looking for me?" Ding Heran entered Mo Tingfeng's study, his expression surprisingly calm.

"Where is she?"

Ding Heran lowered his head, hid his hands in his sleeves and subconsciously took a half step back, "Still, still looking."

"You always look guilty like this. I don't have time to ask you why now. Tell me where she is?"

Ding Heran's body trembled a little and his head hung lower.

In the dungeon, Song Weichen also lowered his head and fell into semi-consciousness.

Suddenly the rope in her hand suddenly disappeared, and her whole figure fell towards the ground like a weightless doll, and was grabbed by Mo Tingfeng who appeared in a flash. Song Weichen's lips were bloodless, but her face was obviously red. It looked really abnormal. He reached out and touched her face. It was extremely hot, and she had obviously developed a high fever.

"Go and ask for Lord Sikong!" He hurriedly ordered Ding Heran beside him. The latter glanced at the unconscious Song Weichen with a complicated expression, followed the order and disappeared.
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Mo Tingfeng carefully placed Song Weichen on the bed in Wuqingju. She felt cold due to the high fever, so she subconsciously curled up into a ball.

After covering her with the quilt, she turned around and found that her sleeve had been grabbed by the little person at some point.

"No, don't go," she muttered.

"Weiwei, are you awake? I'm not leaving. I'm going to get you some water. You're sick."

"No, don't go with her, don't go."

Mo Tingfeng's heart tightened. She was obviously so feverish that she was talking nonsense, but she was still thinking about herself who didn't want to leave the illusion.

He sat back on the bed and gently hugged her, "Weiwei, I'm not going anywhere, I'm just here to stay with you."

"You can only choose one between me and her."

"I choose you, I have always chosen you."

For the first time, he revealed his true feelings about this "choose one from two proposition". Unfortunately, she was not conscious and listened in vain.
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Song Weichen began to sway, his whole body shaking like chaff. He hugged Mo Tingfeng but started to giggle to himself. His face was red due to high fever. He didn't look like he was sick, but like he was drunk.

"If I fell into the river with her, would you drink Maotai first, or eat Buddha and jump over the wall first?"

"I'll save you first... huh?"

Mo Tingfeng was stunned. This little girl's nonsense has gone so far. Will he continue? The same goes for Zhuang Yuheng. Is his arms and legs aging because of his age? Why hasn’t he come yet...

"Fool, you should set off the fireworks first. The three major happy events for an old man are getting promoted and getting rich, and his wife will fall into the river." Song Weichen muttered, but he was serious about it.

He couldn't help laughing, and while suppressing his laughter, he used magic to lower the temperature of his palm and gently placed it on her forehead to cool her down. She sighed in comfort and unconsciously leaned into his palm.

"Little liar, so you admit that you are my wife?"

"You have lost your memory. Didn't we just go to Luoyun Town for our honeymoon?" Song Weichen glanced at Mo Tingfeng with blurred eyes and pouted unhappyly, "A man's mouth is deceitful. He will provoke others just after getting married." Fox sister didn’t say anything, but she still wanted to go with her.”

"Weiwei, I won't leave. I'll stick with you for the rest of my life, okay?"

Although Mo Tingfeng knew that Song Weichen was not awake at the moment, he asked seriously. Even though she knew that the nonsense she was talking about due to her high fever could not be taken seriously, and knew that it was just an epiphyllum in an illusion, she couldn't help but want to hear her answer, even if she would never remember it.

Song Weichen pointed to the corner of the roof in confusion. In her eyes, it was clearly the sky that kept collapsing and falling in the illusion of the other courtyard.

"Look, when you leave, the sky will fall."
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"Sir, Mr. Yu Heng is not in the house. It is said that the land leader felt unwell during the hunting trip and asked him to come over. This subordinate has failed to entrust me, and more... I have betrayed my trust. Please punish me!"

Ding Heran knelt on one knee at the door of Wuqingju to report, but did not enter. He knew that as long as he thought of interrogating Sang Pu, he would face today's worries, but he had no choice but to do so. He would not allow any potential dangers in Sichen's Mansion, even if he suffered as a result.

"Come in and give me a glass of water."

There was no outburst as Ding Heran imagined, and Mo Tingfeng's tone was calm. She took the water and carefully fed it to the small charcoal stove in her arms. Song Weichen was no longer talking nonsense like before. She closed her eyes and breathed rapidly, and her lips were already burning. It looked like she was not in a good situation.

After she drank the water and handed the cup to Ding Heran, Mo Tingfeng's body was filled with golden sand material again, and he was about to use magic to cool her down.

"Sir! I'm going to ask the doctor from the medicine hall to come here. Your mana has not been restored yet. It is not appropriate to force your power to treat her. Sir, please think again!" Ding Heran was very anxious. Mo Tingfeng's behavior would not only restore his mana. It is slower, and it is very likely to damage the soul.

"Since you know, don't touch her again. I know your purpose and I won't punish you this time. But if you doubt her, go out."

If the doctor from the medicine hall were to give her medicine, she would have to suffer from fever for several days before she could recover, and he would not let her go.

Ding Heran was well aware of his master's temper, and he only hated himself for not doing things carefully, so he withdrew with great regret and self-blame.
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When it was almost dawn, Song Weichen's fever had subsided, and Mo Tingfeng gently put her down, covered her with a quilt, and walked out of Wuqingju.

He staggered a little and reluctantly returned to his bedroom holding on to the wall. He didn't want Song Weichen to know that he had once again spread his energy to save her, and he didn't even want her to remember the nonsense he said when he was dizzy at night - it was enough for him to remember.

He was in a trance now. It seemed that after Sang Pu said those words in the illusion, "Then please take your sincerity to Mr. Mo and go to the future to find me." All his obsession with her fell on Song Weichen. He cared more than ever about this little girl who accidentally broke into the sleeping world, but he also knew that in this life, the person her heart belonged to was not him.

Mo Tingfeng smiled sadly, crossed his legs and began to meditate and regulate his breathing. Even if the fate of the mortal world is difficult to eliminate, just protect him and make it perfect.
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Song Weichen woke up, feeling light and neat, which made her feel that in her memory, she was tied up by Ding Heran in Bingtuozi in the dungeon to save her. His whole body was cool and easy to hug, and she clung to him and never let go, etc. An illusion.

But she knew everything was true. She had a fever, not amnesia.

She got up gently and tidied up Wuqingju. She felt sad when she saw Bingtuozi sitting on the bed in his own bedroom meditating. His complexion was very pale, and he must have put a lot of effort into treating her, otherwise he would not have recovered so quickly.

Standing at the door and looking at him, she couldn't tell what kind of feelings she had for Mo Tingfeng. She only knew that he was completely different from when she first met this person. She seemed to have gradually become more dependent on and close to this Bingtuozi. Song Weichen shook his head, it was all Sang Pu's fault, it was all her memory that caused the trouble.

"Are you awake?" Mo Tingfeng still had his eyes closed.

"Don't blame He Ran." The two of them said the same sentence at the same time. They were startled when they heard the words, and then they both laughed.

Mo Tingfeng opened his eyes and looked at her, "Do you feel better?"

She walked gently to him, leaned on the edge of the bed with her arm on her head and looked at him, "Why are you so nice to me?"

Mo Tingfeng didn't expect her to ask such a question, and didn't know how to answer for a moment. When Song Weichen heard him say nothing, there was an inexplicable loss in his eyes.

"Is it because of her?"

He held it in for a long time and said softly, "Yeah". He didn't want her to feel indebted.

"After all, you are... Mrs. Cangyue."