I slowly turned my eyes and saw a figure sitting on the bed, with a calm and mountainous aura, and without speaking or moving, people can feel the cold and depressing atmosphere.

...The master has always been sober?

Then I... the idea of ​​a hero saving beauty is ruined again?

Fengling silently turned her eyes. In the dim inner room, she could see the beauty unconscious on the ground wearing a thin and transparent dress, and her belt was half-disassembled. Even when she was unconscious at this time, she had an intoxicating style that could not be concealed.

To be honest, Feng Wan is a beauty, and although she takes the initiative to throw herself into her arms, she is ill-behaved and does not have the slightest and reservedness of being a woman, she does not have the disgusting atmosphere of being a slutty person. Under normal circumstances, ordinary men cannot resist her beauty.

However, Fengling still hates her from the bottom of her heart.

"Master." Her eyes turned slightly, and she spoke softly, "What should I do now?"

Feng Ling didn't notice it. Her voice had returned to her previous voice as she spoke, even with a little hoarseness that she didn't realize.

But the master sitting on the bed noticed and frowned almost imperceptibly.

"Why are you here?"

Feng Ling was stunned and then explained: "I couldn't sleep tonight, so I came out to sit for a while, and then I saw this person sneaking into the master's room by chance. I thought she must be thinking badly about her, worried that her master would be taken advantage of..."

She took advantage of it?

The master listened to this sentence and twitched his lips gently.

"Master is nothing serious?" Feng Ling's eyebrows were slightly locked, thinking of Feng Wan's voice and performance just now, "This Feng Wan's voice is so soft that she got goosebumps all over her body. Does the master feel that she was bewitched by her?"

"You're over-concerned." The master calmed down. After saying that, he got up and got out of bed, took his robe and put it on, "Do you feel anything uncomfortable?"

"Discomfort?" Fengling was puzzled, "No, the disciple is very good..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly reached out to cover her nose, a warm feeling overflowed from her nose, and her palms instantly felt wet and hot.

"Master, I..."

The clear smell of blood filled the inner room, and the master's face changed slightly. Before the wind chime could wait for the wind chime, he realized what had happened. He reached out and grabbed the wind chime's wrist.

He put her pulse on his fingertips, and after exploring his pulse, his voice was slightly cold: "Take off your boots and get cross-legged on the bed."

When Fengling heard this, he reacted. The master grabbed her shoulder and threw her onto the boat, "Sit down."

Fengling quickly sat cross-legged as he told him.

During silence, a pair of big hands pressed against her spine, and the true energy was continuously flowing into her body, but the wind chime felt the blood flowing more and more. She kept wiping her hands and her hands were constantly. Even if she couldn't see clearly in the darkness, she could feel that her hands and sleeves were covered with blood.

"Master..." Her voice was weak, with a slight uneasy crying voice, "Am I almost dead? I'm bleeding a lot..."

"Don't speak." The cold voice of King Chen sounded, and the cold in his tone made Feng Ling subconsciously silence, but the slowly rising temperature in her body made her feel a little ominous.

"Master, I feel uncomfortable..." She struggled uncontrollably, rubbing her nose with one hand and grabbing the bedding on her body with the other, "It's so hot, Master..."

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