Wear the villain and act coquettish again

Chapter 138 My idol is the leader of the Demon Cult 12
After a while, a man in black fell to the ground lightly. After finding Meng Xian lying on the ground, he turned around and left lightly.

Soon, the man in black brought Fang Qimo.

Fang Qimo changed into a suit of clothes, the blue clothes were luxurious, and he could tell at a glance that the material must be first-class and good.

Fang Qimo winked at the man in black.

The man in black squatted down to check Meng Xian's breath.

He looked up at Fang Qimo: "Alive."

Fang Qimo frowned slightly, staring at Meng Xian's face for a long time without speaking.

The man in black: "Master?"

Only then did Fang Qimo speak: "Bring Miracle Doctor Wang."

"Yes."

After the man in black left, Fang Qimo stared at Meng Xian for a long time.

Finally, as if resigned to his fate, he sighed.

He bent down, picked up Meng Xian, and left with ease.

When Meng Xian woke up, it was already dark.

She is lying on the bed.

Meng Xian's first reaction was to lift the quilt to look.

The clothes are neat and tidy, not messy.

"What, scared?"

There was a laughing sound in the room.

Meng Xian turned his head to look.

The unlit room looked a little dim, and there was a person sitting at the table.

"Why would I be afraid?" Meng Xian reacted extremely quickly, "It's too late for me to be happy!"

But after she finished speaking, she heard her own voice hoarse.

Throat is also a bit tingly.

So thirsty.

Fang Qimo also found out.

He picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, carrying it to the bedside.

As the person approached, a faint light came in from the window and shone on Fang Qimo's handsome face.

"Drink water."

He handed the cup of tea to Meng Xian.

Meng Xian subconsciously wanted to prop himself up and sit up to drink water.

However, she was surprised to find that her arms were too weak to support her body.

No, not just her arms, her whole body was weak.

It's like running a marathon.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Meng Xian could only say: "I don't have the strength, let's put it there and drink it later."

The voice of this sentence is more serious than before.

Meng Xian felt that her throat was smoking.

Fang Qimo chuckled, "Are you pretending to be pitiful?"

Meng Xian: "..."

And did not pretend.

She didn't know what was going on either.

Eh?Speaking of which, she remembered that she fainted in the alley, how could she wake up in Fang Qimo's room?

Fang Qimo: "Then congratulations, you succeeded."

Meng Xian: "??"

Fang Qimo held the teacup in one hand, and reached out to lift Meng Xian up with the other.

He held her shoulders and fed the teacup to her lips.

Meng Xian didn't rush to drink water, but looked at him with his eyes open.

At this moment, Fang Qimo was so close to her that she could see his eyelashes clearly.

If she had a dagger in her hand now, she would definitely kill him.

However, no dagger.

Even with a dagger, she has no strength.

I can't lift my hands!

"What are you staring at me for, not drinking water?" Fang Qimo asked lightly.

Meng Xian quickly retracted his gaze and lowered his head to drink water.

After drinking a cup of tea, the dryness in the throat eased a little.

Fang Qimo walked back to his original position, put down the teacup, and picked up something in his hand.

"Is there anything special about this red string?"

Meng Xian looked over, and after seeing clearly what he was holding, he quickly looked at his wrist.

Gone!

How could the red rope that Brother Yue gave her be in Fang Qimo's hands!
Meng Xian hurriedly said: "It's nothing special, it's just a gift from a distant cousin of mine!"

Fang Qimo: "Distant cousin? Then he doesn't have any good intentions."

(End of this chapter)