Like a thunderbolt from the blue, it struck hard.

Zhao Wujiang froze on the spot, hugged Xuanyuan Jing tightly, and said in a deep voice:

"what happened?"

"Do you know how my father died? Do you know how my brothers died?"

Xuanyuan Jing also hugged Zhao Wujiang tightly, feeling the burning heat, which made her feel at ease.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes trembled:

"Isn't it Xuanyuan Yuheng's doing?"

"No..." Tears fell from Xuanyuan Jing Qiu Shui's eyes, which were filled with despair and dimness:

"I only learned some time ago that the Xuanyuan family has been cursed. Men, especially, are prone to die young. It is lucky to live to middle age.

The power of this curse will accompany the Xuanyuan family from generation to generation, so there are only one or two people left in each generation of the Xuanyuan family. The previous generation was my father and Xuanyuan Yuheng, and this generation, I am the only one left.

One day, maybe tomorrow, I will die suddenly..."

"I won't let you die, you are my Zhao Wujiang's woman." Zhao Wujiang's eyes were firm, and he pressed his forehead against Xuanyuan Jing's forehead, and the two of them hugged each other.

Xuanyuan Jing burst into tears. The sorrow and heat in her heart rolled over, blocking her mind and suffocating her. She shook her head:

"it's useless.

If you don’t even know where the curse comes from, you can’t get rid of it.”

"I'll help you with my medical skills first." Zhao Wujiang knew that a curse, an illusory but existential thing, had nothing to do with medical skills.

But always try, maybe this curse is a kind of poison or something invisible flowing in the blood.

As long as it is visible, he has the confidence to resolve it through medical skills.

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The bed is draped with light gauze curtains.

Xuanyuan Jing was laid flat on the bed by Zhao Wujiang.

The clothes untied lightly and gradually slipped off.

Xuanyuan Jing's cheeks were red with embarrassment and her eyes were filled with tears. She murmured:

"Do you really want to check like this?"

Zhao Wujiang nodded:

"Only by looking carefully and not missing any part can we have the opportunity to detect abnormalities."

Xuanyuan Jing was lying flat on the bed with no hair on her head. Her delicate body was like the undulations of mountains and forests, exquisite and graceful.

She was in a state of bliss, staring at Qingsha, not daring to look directly into Zhao Wujiang's eyes.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes trembled as he looked at the delicate body stained with pink clouds.

This delicate body is like a masterpiece from heaven, with icy muscles and jade bones, white and flawless, full and flamboyant in the places that should be flaunted, and suddenly restrained in the places that should be restrained.

Every inch of curvature makes people's hearts beat.

Zhao Wujiang suppressed and tied up the heart ape, captured the Yima, starting from Xuanyuan Jing's collarbone, gently caressing it bit by bit... to investigate.

The pit on the collarbone is like a sweet spring, making people want to lean over and drink.

Xu is the spring water dripping, and then downwards is the snow-white color that is precariously shaped like water droplets.

Sliding along the hills and gullies across the flat, falling into the valley.

There is no vegetation in the valley, but it is a beauty in the world.

The woman at the foot of the mountain is a tiger, a tiger with the same color as the snow.

Zhao Wujiang felt carefully with his hands, feeling the meridians and acupoints, but found nothing abnormal.

The fire in his heart was also extinguished. There was no abnormality, which was the biggest abnormality.

Xuanyuan Jing would not lie to him without thinking that there was a curse on the Xuanyuan clan.

Since it cannot be detected, that is the most dangerous situation.

Visible dangers are more reassuring than invisible dangers.

Xuanyuan Jing's silver teeth were grinding his lips, his face was full of embarrassment, he didn't make any words or movements, but he was charming Tiancheng.

If it were not for her deep affection for Zhao Wujiang and her utmost trust in Zhao Wujiang, if it were anyone else, she would rather die than let anyone check her like this.

Zhao Wujiang's mood gradually became heavy. His eyes slowly closed and he slowly opened them after taking a breath. The distinction between black and white in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

He is using qi gazing.

When he stared at Xuanyuan Jing's delicate body again, a cloud of mist covered the ice muscles and jade bones in his eyes.

The two qi of gold and purple blend together, the qi of the emperor.

But on this emperor's aura, there is a trace of black energy that is swimming like a snake. Every time it swims, the golden and purple energy becomes much darker.
Chapter completed!