Do not mess with the concubine: God of War Lord please accept

Chapter 742 Who is Dust
"No, I thank you and your family!"

Ning Zhao thanked him with a half smile, if she could, she would like to greet his family again.

"Aren't you a bad person? It's good to marry me. The Feng family is much cleaner than the Ye family. You will be the only hostess after you marry. You can make decisions for everyone in the Feng family. How about it? Do you want to think about it?" ?”

The words that should have been beautiful and perfect were said by Feng Su in a mechanical voice, and Ning Zhao suddenly felt that he might have lost his mind.

Ning Zhao closed his eyes, ignored Feng Su's words, let go of his thoughts as much as possible, and then let his whole body merge with the medicinal soup in the medicine tank, turning himself into a part of that water.

The washing of the medicinal soup made Ning Zhao very comfortable, and the pain in his chest was relieved a lot, as if a steady stream of spiritual power was being injected into his body, and the familiar feeling returned.

"Beauty, who is the Achen you're obsessed with?" Feng Su's voice sounded again, and Ning Zhao could tell from the figure on the window paper that he seemed to be leaning in a different position.

Ning Zhao was a little uncertain about what he meant, so he chose to remain silent.

"Last night I healed your wounds, you hugged me and didn't let go, you kept calling Achen, Achen, it made me feel so heartbroken."

In the end, he didn't forget to imitate Ning Zhao's tone last night and call out "Achen~", Ning Zhao unavoidably shook, and once again resisted the urge to rush out and strangle him to death.

He replied blandly, "Achen is my husband. Although he looks exactly like you, his temperament is completely different."

"Oh, what's the difference?" Feng Su asked puzzledly, as if she was curious about such a question.

Ning Zhao opened his mouth and wanted to say that he was a straight man, but felt that even a straight man could not fully describe Mo Juechen.Because after falling in love with her, Mo Juechen has long since broken away from the essence of a straight man, and he is no longer as stubborn as he was back then.

Seeing that Ning Zhao was still silent, Feng Su tentatively asked, "Is it because of his relationship that you don't want to marry me? Since you are husband and wife, why doesn't he protect you?"

"For some unknown reason, we are temporarily separated, but I believe we will meet soon, and I will find him again."

Ning Zhao gritted her teeth, she will find the way back to Mo Chao as soon as possible, and then return to A Chen's side, bear children for him, and build their own small family.

"Oh, it's hard to see a girl, but she is a family. Why do I feel a little depressed?"

Feng Su started talking again, but Ning Zhao fell into the memory, thinking of Mo Juechen who was still in the Mo Dynasty, her heart was empty, and the idea of ​​going back to the Mo Dynasty was higher than the moment.

Perhaps because of his restless mind, Ning Zhao's thoughts could no longer be condensed together, and the water sources that had been integrated into one were all scattered.

The pain that was finally relieved all came back, and Ning Zhao couldn't bear it for a while, so he sprayed it out, "Pfft!"

"Oh, it's broken!" Feng Su, who heard the movement, rushed in immediately, quickly threw off the robe she had prepared in her hand, wrapped Ning Zhao and took him out of the medicine vat.

Then he probed to the pulse of her hand, confirmed that the blood in her body was surging, cursed in a low voice, then helped Ning Zhao to sit on the bed, and sat behind Ning Zhao himself, using his skills to heal her injuries.

Two hours passed, Ning Zhao finally calmed down, and Feng Su let go. .

When he put her back on the bed, he heard Ning Zhao rousing Ah Chen again in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)