damn it

The loss of yang qi was serious. At this time, Dou Cheng, who was in a coma, had weak breathing, almost no rise and fall in his chest, and his face was gray and lifeless. He looked like a corpse that had just died.

The Qu Zhong talisman sealed Dou Cheng's Yang Guan, and put back the clothes he had taken off by the female ghost, then got up and walked to the window, looking at the scarlet crescent moon with a gray fringe Preoccupied.After a long time, he sighed inaudibly, made a seal, turned and walked out of Dou Cheng's room.

The moment the door was closed again, Qu Zhong looked at Dou Cheng on the bed with dim eyes.

When Dou Cheng woke up, it was already the evening of the second day.

Looking at the dark sky outside the window, Dou Cheng frowned, and reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table to check the time.At first he thought it was not dawn, but when he saw it, his eyes widened suddenly. He actually fell asleep until 07:30 the next evening!

It was raining outside the window, and the trembling treetops seemed to be windy, but the strange thing was that the room could not hear the sound of wind and rain, let alone the sound of flowers, birds and insects. In the small space, there was only silence Listen to his own breathing.It's also thanks to the sound of breathing, otherwise he would have thought it was a dream. After all, his house is old and the sound insulation has always been poor. A little wind and grass outside can be amplified infinitely. It has never been so quiet as it is now.

This was abnormal, and Dou Cheng was only surprised for a moment, and did not get distracted, after all, the problem before him was—hungry!

Immediately turned over and got out of bed, the moment he got up, he suddenly spun and almost fell to the ground, not only his hands were weak, but his feet were also floating without any sense of solidity. The feeling of weightlessness took him a while to recover from the dizziness.

Just as he was holding on to the edge of the bed with trembling hands and panting heavily, the door was pushed open by Qu Zhong.

"Are you awake?" Qu Zhong didn't enter the door, but stood at the door: "Dinner is ready, eat inside, or should I help you out?"

"What's wrong with me?" Dou Cheng raised his hand and touched his forehead, but he didn't feel a fever.

"You had a fever last night and it went away at noon." Qu Zhong said nonsense with his eyes open.

"Oh." Dou Cheng nodded: "Well, please help me, I'll go out to eat."

Only then did Qu Zhong walk in, but he didn't reach out to help Dou Cheng, but directly grabbed his arm and lifted him up.

"you……"

"You have no strength in your feet."

Dou Cheng lay on Qu Zhong's generous back, his face was awkward and awkward, he wanted to thank him, he gritted his teeth a few times but didn't say anything, finally he just clenched his mouth tightly.From the room to the dining table in the living room, it was only a dozen steps away, but Dou Cheng's already numb nerves seemed to be hit by something suddenly. He recalled the scene of his father carrying him on his back when he was a child, and suddenly there was a long-lost soreness in his eyes.

"You sit down first, I'll go and serve the food." Qu Zhong put Dou Cheng on the chair, explained, and then turned and went into the kitchen. After a few back and forth, the food was quickly brought out and placed on the table On the table, Dou Cheng was first filled with a bowl of chicken soup stewed with traditional Chinese medicine, and then sat down opposite him: "Drink the soup."

"Is it really good to feed the patient such greasy food?" Dou Chengcai didn't pay much attention, but simply hated the smell of Chinese medicine: "Good chicken soup, with so many Chinese medicines, isn't it just a cold, which makes you feel like a woman?" It's like confinement."

"You are losing both energy and blood now, which is more precious than a woman's confinement." Qu Zhong raised his chin: "I don't want to continue making soft-legged shrimp, so I drink it quickly."

Although Dou Cheng didn't like the taste of traditional Chinese medicine stew, he didn't know what to do. He pinched his nose with one hand and held the bowl with the other. When he was about to drink, he suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed a few times.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that his expression was not right, Qu Zhong hurriedly asked.

"It's nothing." Dou Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and in order to hide his embarrassment, he hurriedly started drinking soup.

Qu Zhong squinted his eyes, with a half-smile and half-smile, and said casually: "Could it be, you're having a dream?"

"cough!"

Dou Cheng spit out the soup immediately, coughing so loudly.

However, Qu Zhong didn't finish: "It seems that I guessed it right, but the reaction is so strong, it shouldn't be possible, the object of your sexual dream..."

Before Qu Zhong finished speaking, Dou Cheng coughed even worse.

Damn, of course the reaction was big, what the hell, the erotic dream was like this and that with a woman at the beginning, but who knew it suddenly turned into weight loss, and... the dream that the other party used his hands first, then his mouth, the picture was too basic, and the waves came out Skyrim is simply unbearable to look back on!

It must be the sequelae left by the medicine, it must be!

He is a rough man who is so straight that he can't be straighter. Is he really going to be buried on a finger and bent by the chrysanthemum?Aw...it's terrifying to think about it carefully!