I Have Six Big Cubs

Shen Yan didn't care whether Jing Yi would hurt her, she asked Feng Ming anxiously: "Feng Ming, is what he said is true? Everything about me really came from your hands?"

Feng Ming's face was hidden in the darkness, unable to see his expression clearly.

"Why don't you ask him, three thousand years ago, how you were calculated by Xu Huaiman, in the end you didn't die at all, but he wanted to extract your soul and force you to reincarnate."

Shen Yan's figure shook.

This amount of information is beyond the scope that she can understand and accept.

absurd!

It is ridiculous!

But despite this, she still wanted to know the truth.

She has the right to know the truth of the matter.

Jing Yi suddenly changed his face after hearing Feng Ming's words.

"Feng Ming, you don't want to ruin my relationship with her! You were injured in my hands yesterday and haven't recovered? You are no longer my opponent. Give up. I won't let Yan'er repeat the same mistakes."

Feng Ming didn't speak, and moved his hand from behind to front of him, holding a long knife in his hand.

"She's mine, it's not your turn to point fingers."

Jing Yi narrowed his eyes, and immediately threw the short knife in his hand toward Feng Ming's injured waist.

Shen Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and subconsciously shouted: "Dodge! Feng Ming, you should avoid it!"

Feng Ming didn't move, Shen Yan watched Jing Yi's knife penetrate his body like this, the sound of flesh and blood piercing her nerves.

"Feng Ming!"

Jing Yi didn't expect that he wouldn't avoid it, and was stunned.

While he was stunned, Shen Yan moved, and directly beat him out, shouting Shadow Shadow, and he flew to Feng Ming's side.

There was a fighting sound outside, and it should be the shadow that came over.

Shen Yan focused on Feng Ming's body, wanting to touch him but not daring to touch him.

"You... how are you? Does it hurt?"

Feng Ming didn't hum, and just looked at her like this for a long while, she asked: "Do you believe me?"

"Now I'm still talking about what this does, you go to my room, I'll get the medicine kit."

Shen Yan said as he ran away, and soon came over with the medicine box.

Seeing Feng Ming still standing on the spot, she frowned fiercely: "Didn't you let you go back to the room? What are you doing in a daze?"

As soon as he stepped away, there was blood on the short knife, which scared her to stop his movement quickly.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Shen Yan cried anxiously, searching in his mind but couldn't find a way to deal with this situation.

Feng Ming's cold eyes finally felt warm, "There is a folding bed in the cabinet of the guest room where you are sleeping, take it out."

Shen Yan ran away quickly.

Soon, Shen Yan moved the bed out and let him lie on it.

She cut his pajamas with scissors, exposing the wound, which hurts just by looking at it.

"I...I won't..."

Shen Yan was shocked.

Because Feng Ming pulled out the knife himself.

Fortunately, the knife only penetrated the meat half way, not too deep.

Shen Yan immediately treated his wounds.

Feng Ming looked down at her and suddenly said, "Why do you still save me if you believe what he said?"

"Who said I believed him?"

"Your eyes tell me."

"You are wrong." Shen Yantou didn't lift his head, focusing on dealing with his wounds.

This man has been injured since she woke up, and he has no demeanor of the number one master of the year.

Feng Ming asked again: "If all he said were facts, what would you do to me?"

Shen Yan stopped to look at him: "What do you think I do to you?"