Xuanmen's mother-in-law was read in her mind, and the whole family got rich by eating melons

The wound is no longer as horrific as it was at first, but it's not much better either.

thump.

Meng Tan fell to his knees beside the bed, holding on to the edge of the bed and gasping for air, his eyes turning black.

You're seeking death, you're going to die.

Feeling like a dead body being hollowed out, Meng Tan shook his hands, touched Cui Ping's cold hand, and pressed his fingertips hard.

Not bad, not bad, even though the pulse is weak, there are still signs of beating.

Meng Tan concentrated her mind and her consciousness spread out, falling on the lush and carefully trimmed and cared for plants outside.

In an instant, half of the green grass and trees turned yellow, and Meng Tan's blood returned instantly, and there was so much spiritual energy inside.

It feels like it is evolving in the direction of an old fairy.

At this time, Zhichun had already entered the house with a wine jar in his arms. He took a quick look at his third master's wound, which was already half better than the terrifying appearance before. Before he could be happy, the wine jar in his hand had already been taken away by Meng Tan.

Meng Tan climbed onto the bed and helped Cui Ping lie down on his side with one hand. He raised his eyes and glanced at Zhichun and Chen Zhen who were standing at the head of the bed at some point.

"Hold your adults' legs, shoulders and necks."

The two of them looked at Cui Ping, who was unconscious.

This seems very unnecessary.

But the two of them were still very obedient. The Great Immortal had said so, so she must have a reason.

The two of them held Cui Ping down one after the other. Seeing this, Meng Tan picked up the wine jar Zhichun had put aside and poured it towards the wound on Cui Ping's abdomen.

The pain, like rolling onto countless sharp needles, was infinitely magnified. Cui Pingren did not wake up but his whole body began to twitch.

Chen Zhen thought that Cui Ping wouldn't use much force, so he didn't use much force when pressing, and his fingers caught Cui Ping's finger which was not completely pressed.

hiss--

This button was definitely dug into the flesh. Chen Zhen almost jumped, but he didn't let go because Cui Ping struggled even harder. The wine mixed with the excess blood was spread on the bed.

At first glance, it looks like a woman is delivering a baby.

Meng Tan's movements were too sharp, and it took two or three times to wash away, before he concentrated his spiritual power on Cui Ping's waist, and tried his best to heal Cui Ping's wounds with a pale face.

Until the strength in his hand gradually weakened, Meng Tan's eyes flashed and he fell directly on Cui Ping.

It's over, the body is hollowed out.

If someone wanted to hurt her at this time, it would be done with one knife.

How reckless.

Before losing consciousness, Meng Tan only had this thought.

Although this body can now absorb spiritual power to restore itself, she panicked the moment she realized Cui Ping was in danger.

It was like, when the day came for the old magic stick to die, she thought of nothing but one thought, that she wanted the old magic stick to live. Even if what she did was useless, she still wanted the old magic stick to live.

The moment she saved Cui Ping, she only wanted Cui Ping to live.

Meng Tan had another dream.

She dreamed of the old magic stick, and the old man looked at her with a displeased expression. Meng Tan felt guilty for some reason, then smiled to please her, and wanted to say something, but she heard the old magic stick sigh.

"I just said that you worked hard for your life. Well, you can't get it back now..."

What can't be brought back?

Meng Tan was confused, and just when she opened her mouth, she saw the old god's stick slap her on her Tianling Cap. Meng Tan subconsciously closed her eyes, but the pain she thought did not come, only a faint warmth.

Her cold limbs gradually warmed up, and Meng Tan was shocked to realize that she had almost lost her temper with all her effort and spiritual energy.

If it weren't for the old magic stick, Cui Ping would owe her his life for the rest of his life.

Do not!
She already owed it, so she had to discuss it carefully when she woke up. It's a good life, but he insists on doing it to death again and again.

Meng Tan suddenly opened her eyes with anger in her mind, and was stunned by the darkness in front of her.

It was daytime when she came. How long had she been in this coma before it was already dark?

One or two voices of conversation came in from outside, making Meng Tan feel a little dazed, followed by Cui Ping's voice, "Ask Fu An to allocate more people to guard the waterway and the exit to the sea..."

Meng Tan, who was behind, didn't hear clearly. She only heard Cui Ping's vital voice. She raised the corners of her mouth first, felt happy in her heart, lifted up the quilt and walked out.

"Yes, Third Master, Na'an County——"

Chen Zhen's reporting voice stopped abruptly, and he stared behind Cui Ping with wide eyes. Then, he blushed and quickly lowered his head, and his whole body became tense.

I saw something I shouldn't have seen. The third master won't silence him, right?

Cui Ping followed his gaze and his eyes widened. The tips of his ears turned red for a moment. He looked away and realized something again. He glared coldly at Chen Zhen and said, "Get down."

Chen Zhen rolled away in a hurry.

Meng Tan was only wearing a middle coat, and when he came up, he lifted up the hem of Cui Ping's clothes. He said with a strange tone, "Hey, Mr. Cui is well and strong. Now you have to work hard?"

Cui Ping, a clinker, immediately grabbed her hand, distanced himself from her, and said, "You, put on your clothes first."

Meng Tan lowered his head and saw the white middle coat on his body, and wondered, isn't this what he is wearing?

Wait...she didn't touch her smooth and slippery clothes like this.

Meng Tan's pupils dilated and her face turned red. She suddenly raised her head and glared at Cui Ping, "You, you, you... ugh!"

"I'm not, I didn't! It was the maid who replaced me!"

Cui Ping's scalp almost exploded, and Xiao Jiujiu hidden in his heart prompted him to subconsciously cover Meng Tan's mouth.

Although he was explaining, his hands and feet were very neat. He covered Meng Tan's mouth, pressed the person's hand, pushed the person into the door, kicked back, and closed the door.

The movement is so neat.

Meng Tan pushed the man staggering, and with a flip of his hand, he grabbed Cui Ping's wrist, causing Cui Ping to stumble, and pulled the man closer.

The breath was so close and so hot that it made Cui Ping's palms tremble and his heart became numb.

Meng Tan was stunned, and so was Cui Ping.

Looking closely, Cui Ping's features are really charming, and he has the ability to charm thousands of girls.

Especially those eyes, looking at her, like a frightened deer, clean, clear, and innocent.

Ahhhhh, you are already forty, but you still have lost your wife and two children. How can you be so innocent?

Makes her look like a pervert.

But this feeling of husband...

Meng Tan pursed her lips and suppressed her trembling body from excitement. Ah, what was she thinking?
The two are just friends.

Meng Tan, Meng Tan, you are such a pervert.

The soft touch fell on the palm of my hand.

Suddenly, Cui Ping retracted his hand as if he had been burned. His heart was trembling and he was at a loss. When he wanted to retract his other hand, he found that Meng Tan did not let go, but held on tighter.

"Xian...Meng...let go."

Somehow, the words "Xiangu" couldn't be uttered, and Cui Ping secretly despised his little thoughts.

Meng Tan turned away his eyes and did not let go. The squeezing movement turned into a pulse-checking movement, "Yeah, don't move around, let me feel your pulse."

Cui Ping stopped moving.

The surroundings were so quiet that she could hear Cui Ping's frightening heartbeat. Oh no, she even felt her pulse. (End of chapter)