Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 205 Toxic Attack
If she hadn't forgotten, he must have been pestering her!

Actually, Huang Xi has another purpose, he wants Su Li to come here in person.

Huang Xi's drooping pupils were full of smiles and radiance.

"Oh."

Responding lightly, Yin Qing turned around and left.

Since she couldn't save people, there was no reason for her to stay here and watch him torture them like this.

Now she is trying to restrain herself, forcing herself to be patient and not to tear Huang Xi into pieces on the spur of the moment.

Going forward along the way back, she was pulled away by a force before she had gone far, and Huang Xi's frantic face was printed in Yin Qing's bright eyes.

"Yin Qing, you want to die!"

He yelled at her.

Although this place was no different from ordinary places when we just came here, but others don't know that there are actually all kinds of tricks here.

If it wasn't for her following him, he would have disarmed those traps one by one, but as soon as she went out, she would touch the traps, and even her singing chime would be shot into a hornet's nest, and she would die miserably.

An alarm sounded in Yin Qing's heart, and she instantly understood why Huang Xi looked like this.

The stern and scarlet eyes glanced at him lightly, "Let's go."

Receiving her gaze, Huang Xi seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar for an instant.

He understood that because of Mo Zicheng, she not only hated the queen, but also hated him!
However, he should be the one to hate!
Huang Xi looked at her angrily, almost punching her, and walked forward without looking at her again.

Knowing what she wanted to know, Yin Qing naturally didn't have the time and energy to spend with Huang Xi, as soon as she left the Su Lian Building, she disappeared instantly.

The smile on Huang Xi's face froze, and Yun Gong also flew out of the Su Lian Tower.

……

"Uh……"

Mo Zicheng leaned on the desk in pain, trying to force himself to grit his teeth.

His body was like ten thousand ants eating his heart, every inch was screaming for pain, this kind of pain was like a needle prick, it would torture him to death, the pain made him almost faint.

With one hand hidden under his wide sleeve, he clasped the jade flute firmly, while the other pressed against his protruding abdomen.Juechen's face was pale, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"Son!"

Feng Yue hastily put down the basin in her hand, and trot to Mo Zicheng.

Seeing that he was sweating profusely, he pressed one hand on his abdomen.

Feng Yue immediately panicked and helped him up, "Does the young master have a stomachache?"

Could it be that something is wrong with the child?
With a pale face, Mo Zicheng shook his head slightly, "Qian, Qianqiu."

This medicine is really powerful, this is the first attack, but it hurts so much.

"How is it possible! Isn't the young master in a fainting state? Why did it start to hurt?"

He clearly remembered that Mo Zicheng hadn't fainted yet, but wasn't the onset of Qianqiu poison in order?

How did it start to hurt without fainting?
No, looking at Wang Jun's appearance, it must be in great pain!
Fengyue gritted her teeth, and input the little bit of internal energy she had left into Mo Zicheng's body.

But I didn't want to, before it reached his body, it was all bounced back.

"My lord, wait a minute, Fengyue will go find the prince."

"do not……"

Mo Zicheng didn't care about the pain, he grabbed Feng Yue's body who was about to run away, and shook his head vigorously.

In fact, he had already fainted.

In the past month, he has fainted many times.

Looking at his firm eyes, Fengyue sighed secretly in her heart, "Okay, Fengyue will help you to lie on the bed."

When Qianqiu was in pain, not everyone could bear it.

If this goes on like this, the young master's health is very bad. Now that he has a child, he has to suffer this kind of pain. I am afraid that the child will not be able to keep it...

Feng Yue's face darkened, almost all of Mo Zicheng's body weight was on him.

Outside the door, Yin Qing, who had been watching everything, bit her lips, her bright eyes dimmed, black hair slid across her face, and the hem of her clothes fluttered with the wind.

Yin Qing tightened her clasped fingers and walked into the room.

I saw Fengyue fiddling with the sandalwood box on the planning table in front of the bed.Wisps of green smoke are wafting out of the sandalwood box, and the dark fragrance is clustered in the house.

(End of this chapter)