Su Zhatian, the male god of fast wear

Chapter 594 The Sick Demon God (20)

An Wan's cultivation was completely sucked away by him.

His cultivation base skyrocketed, but An Wan's cultivation base regressed.

Looking at An Wan's pale face on the wooden bed, Feng Qi could only feel an unspeakable emotion lingering in his heart for a long time.

He looked at An Wan, closed his eyes, and tried to circulate the devilish energy in his body, trying to return all the devilish energy to An Wan.

But it didn't work...

His devilish energy entered An Wan's body and circulated for a circle, not only did not stay in An Wan's body, on the contrary, he absorbed more than half of the little devilish energy left in An Wan's body.

Feng Qi: "..."

"Don't waste your energy in vain." A familiar weak female voice suddenly sounded.

Feng Qi froze, opened his eyes suddenly, and watched the pale An Wan gradually open his eyes with a look of disbelief.

"It's useless." An Wan said, looking directly at Feng Qi's scarlet eyes.

Feng Qi looked at An Wan, opened his mouth to say something, but when the words reached his mouth, he suddenly fell silent again.

"The exercise you are practicing is an ancient magic exercise. It is not a fixed exercise, but a exercise that is most suitable for its owner's physique after it recognizes its owner." An Wan said quietly.

She really didn't expect that the ancient magic art created for Feng Qi turned out to be to pick up yin and nourish yang...

If she had known this earlier, she would never have used this exercise! ! !
Thinking of this, An Wan seemed to remember something again, looked at Feng Qi and said, "Stretch out your hand."

Feng Qi looked at An Wan with guilty eyes, pursed her thin lips slightly, hesitated for a moment, and finally obediently stretched out her hand in front of An Wan...

An Wan lifted her weak little hand, and tremblingly placed it on Feng Qi's wrist...

so far so good……

After sensing the imprint in Feng Qi's body, An Wan breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a good thing that this spicy chicken magic skill hasn't lost its conscience to that point.

Even though it's deceitful to become a furnace or something, at least Feng Qi is still her man, and she can only adopt her in this life.

He couldn't touch any other woman or man except her.

"I will take responsibility for you!" Feng Qi said suddenly.

Hearing this, An Wan glanced at him disapprovingly, and said angrily, "Of course you have to be responsible to me. You have sucked up all the cultivation base I have cultivated for 1000 years. Do you dare not be responsible to me?"

Hearing this, Feng Qi pursed his thin lips slightly, his scarlet blood eyes darkened, and the heavy emotions that had been lingering in his heart suddenly dissipated, and he breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

He stared closely at An Wan, and something seemed to flash in his eyes, and the expression on his face gradually became firm.

"By the way, how long have I been in a coma?" An Wan asked suddenly.

"Three days."

"It's over!" An Wan exclaimed.

After the words fell, she grabbed Feng Qi's hand and urged: "Take me back quickly."

"Your body..."

"Don't be a mother-in-law, take me back quickly, if you don't take me back, my father and king will turn the whole devil world upside down!" An Wan urged.

Seeing that Feng Qi hadn't moved for a long time, An Wan let go of his hand, struggling to get up, struggling to move out of this space by herself.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she sat up, Feng Qi hugged her by the waist.

Suddenly, An Wan's body was suspended in the air, and An Wan subconsciously reached out and hugged Feng Qi's neck tightly.

"What are you doing?" An Wan stared at Feng Qi angrily.

Feng Qi stared at her, her eyes darkened.

Before An Wan realized what happened, she suddenly realized that the scene in front of her had changed drastically...

(End of this chapter)