The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 515 True Love
When they couldn't stop laughing, the surrounding clouds changed again.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth accumulated before, seems to be summoned, rushing towards Feng Zhuo's body like crazy.

Feng Zhuo's aura suddenly soared.

The light blue luster of spiritual power rose to lavender in the blink of an eye, until it turned dark purple, and the aura of the surrounding world became dull, and the stirred up clouds also returned to their original appearance.

Those present were shocked.

Could it be that the changes in the surrounding environment were all caused by the person in front of him?

How monstrous is it that can cause the heaven and earth to shake, and the luster of spiritual power directly changes from light blue to dark purple, which is a full two steps.

They are all the proud sons of heaven in their respective families. They bathed in medicinal pills to wash the scriptures and cut the marrow, and there are countless treasures to assist in cultivation. How long did it take for them to go from the early stage of the sixth mortal to the peak of the seventh mortal?
It takes at least two or three years, right?
The way they looked at Feng Zhuo completely changed.

Feng Zhuo never thought that this crisis would bring her such a great opportunity.

After she consolidated her level of spiritual power, she opened her eyes again.

At first glance, she looked at Nangong Yan who had been standing in front of her, staring at her.

As soon as Feng Zhuo met his gaze, his heart was instantly swollen with pain, it was bitter and astringent, and there was an inexplicable excitement.

Seeing Nangong Yan reaching out to her, she dodged to him recklessly.

When her hand landed on his palm, she was immediately held tightly, and the next second she was brought into his arms.

"puff"

There was a weird sound in the ear, and a faint smell of blood spread in the air.

"Nangong Yan!" Feng Zhuo shouted, wriggling uncomfortably, trying to get out of his arms.

"Xiao Zhuo'er, let me hug you! Hug me well!" Nangong Yan's hand fell on the back of her head, trembling slightly.

The palm of the hand moved lightly, with a cautious piety, as if touching the most precious treasure in the whole world.

"Little Zhuo'er, I'm sorry I didn't protect you well! I'm sorry that I couldn't be with you when you needed me most! I'm sorry I made you face death again!" Nangong Yan said hoarsely.

Xing Yufan said he was not worthy.

God knows how much effort he had to reject Xing Yufan's proposal.

Xiao Zhuo'er has already rejected Xing Yufan, which means she has her own plans, how can he use the banner of "love her" to force her to do things against her will?

He can only choose to trust his little Zhuo'er, and believe that she will never abandon him.

Feng Zhuo's eye sockets were slightly hot.

When she was under the attack of the soul spell, what was this man suffering?
A heart is tormented alive in a frying pan, isn't that all it takes?

Feng Zhuo raised his hands to hug him, patted his broad back lightly, and murmured like coaxing a baby: "Nangong! It's all over! Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!"

She felt the weight on her body suddenly increase.

Nangong Yan, fainted!

Feng Zhuo really can't imagine, what kind of torment his nerves would have to suffer, to fall into a coma at the moment of relaxation?

Nangong Yan, he is no ordinary person!

With a wave of Feng Zhuo's sleeves, he took out the soft bag from the storage ring, and she leaned on the soft couch, letting Nangong Yan lie there with her lap on his pillow.

She stretched out her slender fingers, landed on Nangong Yan's frowning eyebrows, and slowly smoothed them out.

Three thousand black silks, like ink, slanted down from her shoulders and fell on the long hair on Nangong Yan's chest.

(End of this chapter)