Raising a demon to become a husband

Chapter 62 Doing Strange Things, My Heart Hurts (2)
What happened to Mr. Feng?Why haven't you come yet?Isn't he a demon? It should be considered that something happened to the lady.

Meng Qishu looked at her feet expressionlessly, but her heart gradually became restless.

"You two go over there!" A low shout was close at hand.

The two were startled, and soon heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

Shuang Jiang subconsciously looked at Meng Qishu, but saw Meng Qishu gesturing, and the two waited cautiously on both sides to attack the guards who came in for inspection.

The sound of footsteps approached, and a piece of clothes was first exposed.

Seeing this, Meng Qishu's eyes darkened, and she shot instantly, but she had already reached the man's chest but was blocked by the sword hilt that suddenly appeared.

Seeing that face, Shuang Jiang exclaimed, "It's that guy who can't get rid of him!"

The man narrowed his eyes, avoided the attack and flew up to the top of the rockery, "Come here! Someone is here!"

"Damn it!" Meng Qishu cursed in a low voice, pulled out the dagger at her waist with one step and flew to meet her.

"Miss!" When Shuang Jiang wanted to stop it, it was too late, and when he saw the people rushing from outside the rockery, his face turned dark, "This is over."

The swords faced each other, and they immediately became one.

Hearing that there were more and more reinforcements, even Zongzheng finally came, but he didn't speak but stood quietly watching, his eyes were deep and disdainful.

Unintentionally meeting those eyes, Meng Qishu was startled.

What is that look?How could he look at her like that?

"Miss!" Seeing that Meng Qishu was distracted, Shuang lowered his voice, kicked the person in front of him and flew over, "Miss! What are you looking at? I almost got hurt just now!"

These people are merciless in their attacks, but they are really murderous. What's going on!

"It's nothing." Meng Qishu frowned, and turned to join the battle without mercy, "Little Shuang'er, let them not have another chance to attack, as long as they don't die."

Shuang Jiang was startled, then excitedly responded, "Yes!"

Looking at the sharp red figure in the crowd, Zongzheng secretly clenched his fists, a cluster of tiny white lights appeared at the little finger, and when he was about to make a move, the barrier shattered in the air.

The disintegrating light flew down like fragments, dazzling the eyes.

Everyone froze for a moment.

Meng Qishu narrowed her eyes suddenly, feeling relaxed.

"What is this..." The voice stopped abruptly when he turned his head, Shuang Jiang's eyes widened, "Feng..."

As soon as her waist tightened, she was hugged into a gentle embrace. Meng Qishu leaned over without any resistance, "Why did you come here until now?"

Hearing the resentment in that tone, Feng Mo approached with a light smile, "Does Ah Shu miss me?"

Meng Qishu turned away from the itchy breath blowing in his ears, "I don't want to talk to you, let's get out of the way."

"Do not."

"..."

Shuang Jiang couldn't help but rubbed his eyes, "Um... miss, Mr. Feng, can you change places and do that? What should we do now? Why are those people still not moving?"

"Those people were immobilized by me." Feng Mo said.

"...Oh." Shuang Jiang nodded grumpily, "So there really is such a miraculous thing."

Meng Qishu stared at the group of people coldly, then suddenly pushed away Feng Mo's hand and walked straight over.

Feng Mo was startled, "Ah Shu?"

Across the crowd, Meng Qishu walked up to Zongzheng, who stood there frozen like a statue.

Seeing that she leaned forward unconsciously, when she got closer, the light and shadow in front of her eyes blocked her view, the corner of Meng Qishu's lips twitched, and she turned her head, "What are you doing?"

This wolf really eats anything.

"I should be the one who asked this question." Feng Mo put on a straight face, and slightly pulled Meng Qishu to her side, "You've been with this guy all this time? Has he done anything strange to you?"

Strange thing...Meng Qishu's head was full of black lines, "What if we drank and chatted and slept together in the same bed?"

Just sour him to death.

Feng Mo's complexion changed when he heard the words, and his eyes suddenly darkened, "Chatting? Drinking? And sleeping together on the same bed?"

Meng Qishu had never seen Feng Mo look so murderous, and she had a subtle reaction in her heart, "If you want to get jealous and lose your temper, go over there first, and I won't accompany you if I still have work to do." He took another step forward and brought his hand closer to Zongzheng's face.

Feng Mo took a long breath, and seemed to have reached a limit.

Before Meng Qishu had time to look carefully, the light and shadow flickered and she took a closer look at a completely different scene, an extremely strange attic room, and the noon sun outside the window was dazzling.

What is this place?Zongzheng?And Xiaoshuang'er.

"This is my residence in the world. Shuang Jiang is downstairs if she is fine. As for Zong Zheng, don't even think about it." Feng Mo leaned against the window and said coolly.

"You!" Meng Qishu bit her lips angrily, "You are really hopeless! Do you know that I am doing something very important, why are you eating vinegar when you have nothing to do? Zongzheng..."

Well!
Hearing the sound, Meng Qishu turned around reflexively, and when she saw Feng Mo vomiting blood, her eyes widened in disbelief, "You...what's wrong with you?"

After being stunned for a moment, she came to her senses and hurried forward to support him, with an anxiety on her face that she had never noticed before, and she didn't even know it herself.

Feng Mo wiped off the blood stains from the corner of her lips, and smiled, "I just think that Ashu is very pretty today, but I didn't expect nosebleeds to come out of her mouth."

His face was pale, his eyes were dim, only the blood on the corners of his lips was still conspicuous, and he looked extremely weak, as if he had experienced much damage.

"You're still joking! Tell me what's going on, if you want to lie to me, I'll..." Meng Qishu almost bit her own tongue when she spoke too quickly.

Feng Mo was overjoyed, "What about you? How about you?"

Meeting those smiling eyes, Meng Qishu slapped them angrily, "I'll just slap..."

"No, you can take another picture of me in a few more days. I'm now..." Before finishing speaking, Feng Mo frowned slightly as if enduring the pain, stiffened and finally fell limply.

"Feng Mo!" Meng Qishu reflexively stepped forward and hugged her, panicked.

Hearing the movement, Shuang Jiang ran up quickly, and was stunned when he saw the situation in the room, "Miss, what did you do to Mr. Feng?"

Meng Qishu came to her senses when she heard the words, and turned around with the person in her arms.

Shuang Jiang's eyes widened, "What... what's wrong? Young Master Feng..."

"What are you still doing, come and help me."

"……Yes!"

After arranging the person on the bed and scrubbing his face, the two of them stopped. For a moment, no one spoke in the room and there was silence.

Looking at the sleeping man and then at Meng Qishu, Shuang Jiang couldn't help but ask, "Miss Feng, is he all right? Otherwise... go and invite a doctor to come and take a look?"

(End of this chapter)