The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 1049 Origin
At this moment, his heart has never been more relaxed.

Finally, she can love his family Xiao Zhuo'er without any grievances.

After this layer of window paper was pierced, his little Zhuo'er did not leave, which means that he will not leave in the future.

Nangong Yan slowly lowered her head, kissed Feng Zhuo's hair lightly, then squatted down, letting Feng Zhuo lean on him in the most comfortable position, so as not to be tired after waking up.

The two were wrapped in seaweed, and they kept walking to the depths of the "Hell Sea".

I don't know how long it took, the seaweed stagnated, and then slowly loosened, as if unwrapping the most precious gift.

Feng Zhuo happened to wake up at this time.

"Nangong!" She looked at the surrounding environment with a confused look in her eyes.

Nangong Yan carefully put her down from his arms, but he didn't let go of her hand.

"Where is this place?" Feng Zhuo stretched out his other hand, shaking it in front of his eyes.

The curl of white smoke that was originally floating in front of her swayed with her fingers.

The white smoke didn't seem to disperse, and when her finger stopped shaking, it returned to its original position and floated up and down there.

Nangong Yan's thin lips were tightly pursed, a cold light flashed in his eyes, he held Feng Zhuo's hand tightly, and said: "Xiao Zhuo'er, let's leave immediately!"

"The two little friends came from afar, why are you in such a hurry to leave? How about a few drinks?" An old voice sounded out of thin air, and then came the sound of "tapping, tapping" footsteps.

Nangong Yan stepped forward slightly, blocking Feng Zhuo behind him, and both of them stared at the direction of the voice.

In the white smoke, a light came from far to near, and under the light, a black shadow appeared in the smoke.

The black figure looked very strange, like an old man with a hunched waist, holding a lamp, and wearing a long, long robe.

As the black shadow approached, the thick smoke shrouded in front of his eyes gradually became thinner.

However, the smoke still didn't dissipate, it just piled up and squeezed around.

Finally, the black shadow arrived in front of them.

Where the black shadow was, there wasn't even a speck of smoke, Feng Zhuo could clearly see the other party's figure.

It was really as she had thought before, in front of her was an old man in a black robe with a stooped waist.

His whole body was shrouded in a black robe, except for the hand holding the lantern.

The hand was covered with wrinkles and age spots, the palm was skinny, but the nails were exceptionally long and sharp.

"You two friends! Please!" The old man turned sideways and gestured to them.

Following the direction of his fingers, the smoke seemed to be ordered, and it squeezed crazily to both sides, revealing a path that was only big enough for one person to pass.

"Nangong! I'm not interested in drinking with an old guy who is dying! Let's go!" Feng Zhuo said lightly.

For some reason, since the old man appeared, she felt uncomfortable all over.

"Okay! Listen to Xiao Zhuo'er!" Nangong Yan replied softly.

The old man seemed to have no intention of stopping them at all, and said in that steady tone: "My two friends, you are not curious. Is there any relationship between the two of you?"

"Not curious!" Feng Zhuo replied without thinking.

If Nangong Yan hadn't confessed, she might have stayed because of this topic, but Nangong Yan had already confessed.

What are their origins?
(End of this chapter)