All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

After sleeping together for a year, they have long been familiar with each other's bodies.

After a while, Feng Ning found the most comfortable position and fell asleep leaning against Qing Lang's arms.

He seemed to miss Qing Lang's smell and embrace very much. Even after he was in a deep sleep, he put his arm around Qing Lang's waist. Like Qing Lang.

Qing Lang lowered his head and kissed Feng Ning's forehead.

Outside the window, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the breeze was blowing slowly, Qinglang's heart also shook slightly with the flowers and leaves on the treetops outside the window.

He hugged the person in his arms tighter, and closed his eyes resignedly.

He fell in love with a heartless and heartless stone.

He has escaped, but he can't escape, he has escaped, but he can't escape.

Even though his legs followed his reason to move forward, his heart instructed him to turn back step by step.

That's it.

So what if the root of love is cut off?

His heart had long been hung by a thin thread, and it was held in Feng Ning's palm.

Let him be sad, let him be happy, let him rise up the mountain in an instant, and fall in the abyss in an instant.

His duplicity, his jealousy, his ecstasy... All his emotions were born of Feng Ning and controlled by Feng Ning.

He is a demon, but his heart has already gone mad.

wait.

It doesn't matter if you wait for hundreds of years, thousands of years, or ten thousand years.

He will wait for him, guard him, and watch him until one day a heart will grow out of this stone.

There will always be such a day.

When Fengning woke up the next day, she found herself tightly in Qinglang's arms.

His head was buried in his arms, his arms were wrapped around his waist, and his legs were wrapped around his legs.

Feng Ning froze all over, and slowly raised her head.

I saw Qing Lang lying on his side, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Changbai was sitting on another bed, with Wannian black iron chains tied around his body, looking at him with a darkened face.

Tu Bai stood at the door, looking at him with a pale face.

Feng Ning: "..."

How did the ground escape technique work?

It's okay, it's okay.

He and Qing Lang are already open partners at this moment, so there is nothing embarrassing about it.

Feng Ning coughed lightly, sat up from the bed with a calm expression, and asked in a gentle tone: "Everyone woke up quite early, it seems that you slept well last night."

No one answered.

Feng Ning: "..."

It's embarrassing.

Changbai lowered his head and began to untie the Wannian black iron chain on his body.But he couldn't solve it, so Tu Bai went over to help.

The air became very quiet, only the sound of the iron chain rattling.

Feng Ning subconsciously turned her head to look at Qing Lang, with a hint of asking for help in her eyes, as if she wanted to ask him to help break the awkward atmosphere.

Qing Lang raised his eyebrows, his smile was dazzling: "Returning to Master, the disciple didn't sleep well last night, mainly because he was hugged too tightly and he couldn't breathe."

Feng Ning: "..."

The sound of iron chains rattling in the air suddenly stopped.

Feng Ning kicked Qing Lang expressionlessly.

"Master, let's act quickly and get out of here as soon as possible." Changbai whispered, "After all, this is a demon world, full of turbidity, disciple... I don't like this place."

His physical body died in the Demon Realm.

Feng Ning walked over to help him untie the last link of the Wannianxuan iron chain, and softly comforted him: "I know it for the teacher."

The place where the doctor is located is Wumolin, where the turbidity is the most serious, and a little fairy with weak physical strength coming here is no different from being sent to death.

Tu Bai is a demon, his face is pale even here, and his breathing is a little difficult.

Feng Ning used spells to form a hood, painted herself in white, and Changbai together, and walked forward slowly.

"I want to go in too." Qing Lang sneaked in as if taking advantage.

Feng Ning glanced at him: "What are you doing here? This turbid air is not harmful to you."

Qinglang took Fengning's hand as if no one was around: "I want to be closer to you."

Feng Ning: "..."

Why did this child suddenly... suddenly change since yesterday?

But as soon as she saw Changbai and Tu Bai who had quieted down beside her, Feng Ning understood: perhaps Qing Lang did it on purpose for others to see.

Feng Ning sighed, did not break away from his hand, and let him go.

It seemed that Tu Bai had seen such a strong and warm turbidity for the first time, so he couldn't help being a little curious. He looked around and asked, "Is this turbidity the same as the fairy mist in the fairyland for people in the fairyland?" People from the Demon Realm?"

Even though Changbai's face was pale, disgust was still clearly written in his eyes: "How can such a filthy thing as the turbid air of the devil world compare with the holy fairy mist in my fairy world?"

Qinglang glanced at Changbai, and his expression turned cold: "Of course we can't compare it. The turbid air in the demon world is naturally born in response to the heaven and the earth, but the fairy fog in the fairy world is those gods who shouted that the six worlds are equal. In order to isolate the demons, Created by myself. The turbid air was absorbed by the demons and turned into their own spiritual energy for cultivation. The fairy mist is useless except to stumbling the demons. What is so holy about this kind of harming others and not benefiting oneself? I think fairy mist is the dirtiest and disgusting thing in the world."

Feng Ning frowned.

The fairy fog was indeed born 3 years ago, and it was created to block the demons.

But Feng Ning always thought that the juniors didn't know about this kind of thing.

Seeing that Changbai and Qinglang were about to quarrel again, Fengning quickly stopped her: "Stop arguing, Tu Bai, is your father's residence near here?"

Tu Bai looked down at the map and said, "We're almost there."

After bypassing a small pool and turning a corner, Tu Bai's footsteps stood firm: "It's ahead."

In the turbid air, there is a wooden hut standing in it.

It looks very shabby.

Just when Feng Ning was a little suspicious, the God of Medicine pushed open the door and walked out.

He didn't have any protective shield on his body, and he walked alone in this turbid air.

So even though he was a god, after staying in the turbid air for so long, he seemed to be in poor condition and coughed slightly.

"Little Bai!" The God of Medicine immediately greeted Tu Bai happily when he saw Tu Bai, "My dear son, why did you come here suddenly...it's dangerous here, let's go in and say, there is incense in the room to drive away the stale air..."

He paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Changbai and Fengning, with a slightly hesitant tone: "Who are these three? This...why does this look familiar?"

Feng Ning said: "I am Feng Ning from Guining Mountain, these two are my disciples..."

"Feng Ning?" The God of Medicine squinted his eyes and interrupted Feng Ning, "It's you?!"

Feng Ning tried her best to think about it in her mind, but she still didn't think about when she met the God of Medicine and offended him, but his memory has always been bad, so she asked cautiously: "Have we met before?"

The God of Medicine ignored him, glared at Tu Bai, and said, "Come with me!"

Then he pulled Tubai into the cabin.

The moment he slammed the door, he held his son tightly, but looked at Fengning with a hostile expression, as if looking at some evil spirit.

Feng Ning scratched her head with a look of confusion.

After touching a cup of tea, Tu Bai walked out of the room.

His eyes were bright, his eyebrows were raised, and his footsteps were very light. When he walked down the stone steps, he hopped and hopped, which fit his identity as a rabbit.

Seeing his expression, Feng Ning immediately calmed down, but she still asked, "Tu Bai, what did your father say?"

"He said he would let you in, and that he would help with the treatment!" Tu Bai said.

"Thank you." Feng Ning thanked him.

Tu Bai quickly waved his hands, his face blushing: "It's nothing, I should do it, and besides... besides, you also helped me."

Before Feng Ning was about to enter the room, she hesitated for a moment, then turned to Tu Bai and said, "By the way, did your father know that a year ago... I..."

Feng Ning hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to describe it.

Calling it "injury" seems a bit too serious, saying it is "misunderstanding" is a bit light...

But fortunately, Tu Bai interrupted him: "...I also explained clearly to my father, it was me...it was my own wishful thinking."

He lowered his head and looked at his toes, and said, "Xianzun...I apologize to you for my father's attitude just now."

Tu Bai just became so happy because he was able to help him, but now he seems so depressed because he brought up the past.

Feng Ning saw him with his head down, as if he saw a little rabbit with its head down.

"It's okay, I did something wrong." After speaking, he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Tu Bai's head and comfort him.

But as soon as Feng Ning put his hand on the top of Bai Bai's head, he suddenly saw Qing Lang's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Feng Ning: "..."

Feng Ning coughed lightly, and that hand swirled abruptly in the air, and finally placed it on the back of her head.

Qing Lang looked away in satisfaction.

Feng Ning: "..."

Feng Ning suddenly felt that she was inexplicably cowardly - what am I afraid of him doing? !

But even thinking this way, he didn't touch Tu Bai's head again, just to make Qing Lang unhappy.

When Feng Ning walked into the cabin with her two disciples, the God of Medicine was playing with the incense that could disperse the stale air.

"Sit." The God of Medicine said coldly.

The incense in the censer seems to be running out, and he is holding an incense spoon, collecting the scraps bit by bit.

Feng Ning stretched out her hand and cast a spell, and covered the whole wooden house with a layer of gold.

The movement in the hands of the God of Medicine paused, put down the incense spoon in his hand, and said calmly: "Shangshen Fengning is really as rumored, with incomparably profound magic power."

Feng Ning responded modestly: "How can you compare to the God of Medicine? Your medical skills are powerful and famous far and wide, leaving doctors in the six realms far behind. No matter how powerful my spells are, I can't compare to your high morals."

"...Heh, I see that your seal has turned black, and I'm afraid it won't last long." The God of Medicine glanced at him, and his tone was not very kind.

Qing Lang froze for a moment, then turned to look at Feng Ning's face.

He stood up and looked at the God of Medicine, and said, "My master's body..."

"Sit down." Feng Ning pulled Qing Lang's wrist and asked him to sit back in his original position.

Qing Lang: "But..."

Feng Ning leaned into his ear and whispered: "Don't pay attention to him, he is cursing me because he doesn't like me."

He paused, stretched out his wrist again, and said with a smile, "If you don't believe me, test it."

Qing Lang probed suspiciously with his fingers, but found nothing unusual.

Feng Ning looked around, trying to break the hostility of the God of Medicine with pleasantries: "This place is surrounded by turbid air, you have stayed here so hard, why don't you go to other places to treat patients?"

God of Medicine: "The demons exchange turbid qi for spiritual energy, so many chronically ill people hide here to survive, but the more seriously ill, the harder it is to transform their spiritual power. If I don't come, those demons will Most of them can only wait to die.”

Feng Ning sighed: "Sure enough, when it comes to benevolence and virtue, the God of Medicine is the first."

After all, Feng Ning is the God of Heaven, Gui Ning Mountain is also very famous, I heard that all the sons of the Emperor of Heaven have worshiped him as his teacher, he is regarded as the top master in the world, his status is not lower than that of the God of Medicine.

So his praise is still very useful.

The God of Medicine twirled his beard and said, "Which apprentice of yours wants to see a doctor?"

Feng Ning pushed out Changbai behind him: "This one."

"What's up with him?"

Feng Ning's expression turned serious: "Maybe it's the devil energy entering the body."

The God of Medicine frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Lie on the bed, let me have a look."

The God of Medicine stuck a few needles in Changbai's body, and the expression on his face became more and more strange.

Feng Ning: "How's the situation?"

The God of Medicine ignored Feng Ning, but continued to pierce Changbai's face with a long and thin needle.

Changbai, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, suddenly trembled from the pain, and even the long needle dangled in the air, emitting a silver light.

The God of Medicine ordered a few more acupuncture points on Changbai's body, and then pulled out the needle all at once!

"puff!"

Changbai suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood!

The black blood splashed a foot straight, and the next moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, the red blood in the whites of his eyes became very obvious, and soon, his entire pupils turned red, his expression became slightly distorted, his head Writhing on the pillow, suddenly, like a crazy beast, he attacked Feng Ning who was closest to him!

This series of actions was really too fast, before Feng Ning had time to react, a figure rushed over and hugged him, blocking Changbai's attack for him!

"Well!"

A painful groan sounded from the top of his head, Feng Ning looked up, and saw that Qing Lang's entire face had turned pale, beads of sweat slid down his face, and Chang Bai was biting his shoulder and neck tightly. , the blood soon stained his clothes red, and fell down along the gap in Changbai's mouth, like an endless red thread.

The God of Medicine hurriedly pulled Changbai, but he couldn't pull it away. Changbai was so strong that he seemed to tear off Qinglang's flesh. Pull it off Qing Lang.

After a while, sweat broke out on both of their foreheads.

Just when Feng Ning broke Qing Lang's hand holding him tightly, and wanted to go to help, Chang Bai suddenly let go of Qing Lang, his eyes returned to normal color, his expression was a little dazed, as if he didn't know what happened what.

Looking at the wound on Qing Lang's shoulder that seemed to be torn apart by a wild animal, he took two steps back in horror and fainted.

Feng Ning straddled his senior disciple who had fainted on the ground, hurriedly helped Qing Lang onto the bed, then tore off his clothes at once, exposing the wound on his shoulder and neck.

The tooth marks were deep enough to show the bone, and lingering with the ancient evil spirit, it looked strange and terrifying, Feng Ning just took a look at it, and felt his fingertips curl up in pain.

The wounds caused by the ancient evil spirit are extremely serious, and ordinary healing techniques will not work at all, but if left unattended, they will fester very quickly.

The most important thing is that the ancient evil spirit surrounds the wound like a meat-eating ants gnawing on the human flesh, causing unbearable pain and making life worse than death.

Feng Ning yelled at Qing Lang angrily with trembling voice: "What kind of hero are you trying to be? You have to rush over to block me! I am Feng Ning, a God who has lived tens of thousands of years, you really think I will be hurt by him No way?!"

Qing Lang: "...you are so close to him, what if he really hurt you?"

Feng Ning: "That won't be like you, being hurt so deeply by him!"

Qing Lang suddenly smiled: "But I'm very happy now, because you haven't been hurt at all."

Fengning was stunned for a moment.

"Fengning, I'm in pain." Qing Lang looked up at Fengning with a pale face, and stretched out both hands.

The God of Medicine and Tu Bai looked at each other, not knowing what he was reaching for.

But Feng Ning moved a step, letting Qing Lang hug his waist, and gently rest his head in Feng Ning's arms.

The God of Medicine's expression became a little strange, and he couldn't help asking: "...are you two master and apprentice?"

Feng Ning glanced at him coldly, and said: "You are the god of medicine, can't you see people who are injured? You still have to think about these things, do you have the benevolence of a doctor?"

His eyes swept over Qing Lang's wound, his eyelashes trembled again, and his voice could not help but carry some resentment: "What kind of medical god are you? How can you cure a disease and hurt others like this?"

God of Medicine: "..."

...Who put a high hat on me just now, saying that my medical skills are unmatched, and my kindness is unmatched by anyone?

But Changbai suddenly went crazy and hurt others, which is indeed inseparable from him.

The God of Medicine walked up to Qing Lang and began to heal his wound.

But before he stretched out his hand, the cloud of black air at Qinglang's wound suddenly gathered tightly, covering the wound tightly.

When the black air dissipated, Qing Lang's skin became as clean as new without leaving any traces.

The God of Medicine was stunned.

Feng Ning also stared blankly, looking a little dazed.

Qing Lang didn't know what happened, but he still noticed that the pain was fading away. He asked, "Has it been cured? So fast."

The God of Medicine glanced at Feng Ning, and said, "...well, I'll heal your injury for now, you close your eyes and lie down on the bed first, let me see if there is any abnormality in your body."

After Qing Lang lay down, he stretched out his hand to cover Qing Lang's wrist, ready to explore his meridians.

But before his hand touched Qing Lang's skin, he was grabbed firmly.

Feng Ning looked at him with slightly cold eyes.

"He's fine, don't look at him."