The Demon King's Pampered Wife: The Alluring Little Poisonous Concubine

Chapter 95 This is embarrassing

Although there was Mo Li's wonderful hand rejuvenation and pills, it took Wushuang a month to fully recover.

In the yard

Mo Li Wushuang sat on the stools at one side of the stone table, while Bei Gong Chenyao stood beside him and watched quietly.

Mo Li withdrew his hand to feel the pulse, stood up, pulled out the three silver needles on top of Wu Shuang's head, patted his good apprentice on the shoulder, stroked his beard and smiled reassuringly.

"The treatment is complete."

With a few simple words, Wushuang was almost moved to tears. Her body was completely healed, and she no longer needed treatment and swallowed handfuls of pills. For such a long time, she lived like a cripple, and felt that if she was idle, she would become moldy.

Looking at the little girl with an extremely funny expression, Bei Gong Chenyao didn't know whether it was sadness or joy, but his mood was a bit complicated anyway.

"Wait for me for a while, go somewhere with me." Wushuang said to the man who was standing stupidly, and then walked into the room.

Looking at the excited back, Beigong Chenyao deeply felt that his thoughts just now were too selfish, this is her.

"Oh, it's nice to be young~"

Hearing some yin and yang voices from the side, Beigong Chenyao turned his head and smiled triumphantly.

"Forget it, forget it, I'll find my apprentice to ask for a drink." Seeing the brat's provocation, Mo Li looked up at the sky, pretending not to see it, stroking his beard with the other hand to perfunctory With a wave of the ground, the person has turned into a streamer and flew into the distance.

"Huh? Where's the master?" Wu Shuang came out and didn't see the second master, a little strange.

Beigong Chenyao turned around, and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly when he saw the clothes on the woman's body.

"He went to drink with your junior brother."

Wushuang raised her head and caught a small white spot that was getting farther and farther away. She curled her lips and then looked away. Why did the old man slip away impatiently, without even saying hello.

"Let's go."

After Wushuang finished speaking, she had already walked towards the door first, and Beigong Chenyao smiled and followed with her long legs.

In an open space, almost surrounded by cliffs, Wushuang raised his arms, took a deep breath of air, and laughed out of satisfaction.

The woman was dressed in a red dress covering her exquisite figure, her hair was combed high into a ponytail and fluttering in the wind behind her.

Beigong Chenyao coughed twice, and just about to step forward, the woman in front suddenly turned around and walked back.

"I've been lying down for so long, I feel like I'm getting rusty. Do you want to move your muscles and bones with me? Are you okay?" Wu Shuang smiled slyly, and spoke without any discussion at all, moving his arms and approaching.

"No..." Beigong Chenyao shook his head, staring at the woman in front of him dotingly.

"Then I'll make a move!" Wushuang nodded in satisfaction, clasped his fingers together, stretched them over the top of his head a few times before putting them down.

Clenching his hands into fists and retreating his steps, Beigong Chenyao saw this strange movement and smiled even deeper.

The corner of Wushuang's mouth curled up into an evil smile, and he attacked first with strange steps.

Seeing the extremely fast movements, Beigong Chenyao hooked his lips in appreciation, raised his arms to block the punches that had already been swung, suddenly frowned, and at the last moment, blocked with his palms instead.

As soon as Bei Gong Chenyao grasped the imposing little fist, but the next moment, the palm of his hand was numb from the shock, his eyelids twitched slightly, and he quickly turned sideways to avoid the attack of the other fist.

The corner of Wushuang's mouth curled up, and he launched an attack with more force.

The further back Beigong Chenyao was, the more surprised he was. During the attack from the beginning to the end, he didn't feel any fighting energy or elemental fluctuations.

Suddenly the two arms were firmly locked by a pair of slender hands, Beigong Chenyao realized that this girl had set herself up.

"Stop—" Beigong Chenyao's eyelids twitched, and he hurried out.

Wushuang's knee-bending movement stopped in mid-air, neither lifting nor letting go.

"Your happiness was almost ruined."

Wushuang lowered her head, glanced at a certain place, her face flushed suddenly, she let go of her hand in embarrassment, and took a few steps back.

(End of this chapter)