At this moment, in her mind, the chaos was like a roaring river, almost exploding her entire body.

On the other side, Feng Wurao rushed over and saw that the eldest disciple lying on the ground had already unconscious again. Suddenly, his face changed, and he leaned over and picked him up from the ground.

"Young Master Feng, do you want to pass on the imperial doctor?" Ziming's guard who rushed over recognized him as the prince's master and immediately came up to ask.

"No, no one can come in without my permission within half an hour."

"Yes, Mr. Feng!"

With the order, the entire Yuehua Palace was immediately protected by heavy troops again. Everyone was not allowed to enter Yuehua Palace without permission, and this included Qingluan!

After entering the palace, Feng Wurao immediately placed Mo Yeweilan on the bed, and he used the power of elementals to start healing his wounds.

The Soul-Devouring Phoenix Feather is an extremely hurtful thing. If Mo Ye Weilan had not been supported by Qingluan's dragon ball, his life would have been almost gone.

Finally, he brought the Feng Jue and recalled the Feng Yu, but at that time, his heart veins were also severely damaged because of the powerful Feng Yu.

It is precisely because of this that Feng Wurao asked Qing Luan to take out her inner pill later, and she was afraid that he would not get angry for a moment.

But just now, he was stimulated by the two of them. It was obvious that the heart meridian that had not been cured was damaged again, so he vomited blood and fell into a coma at this time. The first time Feng Wurao helped him to cultivate the heart meridian was severely damaged.

Fortunately, half an hour later, when Feng Wurao used 70% of his strength to repair him, he finally woke up again.

As soon as he woke up, he sensed that the power behind him came from his master. When he remembered the scene that made him despair just now, he didn't speak.

When Feng Wurao saw it, she knew that he was blaming him, so she retracted her internal force and got off the bed and walked in front of him: "Lan'er--"

Mo Ye Weilan didn't want to pay attention to it, but in the end, thinking that this person was his master, he nodded: "Yes!"

"I will get married to your junior sister on the 18th day of the twelfth lunar month."

Mo Ye Weilan looked up in shock!

"I originally thought that it would be officially posted to you after the Nanzhao imperial edict was issued, but now it seems that it would be better to say it earlier." Speaking of this, it is inevitable that Mr. Feng's face was a little flushed.

Upon hearing this, Mo Ye Weilan's eyes finally moved: "Master, do you mean to marry your junior sister on the 18th day of the twelfth lunar month?"

"Well, will you be happy for your master?" Feng Wurao was still quietly looking at the bloodless apprentice.

Yes, at this time, no matter how big the misunderstanding is, it is not more proof than when he got married!

Because in this life, he would not want anyone except his little doll.

Sure enough, the eldest disciple who was still dead-looking just now had digested this for nearly a minute, and a bright color on his handsome face finally slowly climbed up: "Well, Lan'er is happy for you, and then, Lan'er will definitely go to congratulate him in person."

"Okay! You have to remember what you said, your junior sister and I are waiting for your great gift." The master and apprentice put aside their past grudges, and Feng Wurao's tone of speaking became calm.

But after a moment, Mo Ye Weilan became dim again: "Master, can you do me a favor?"

"What?"

"I think...I want to return the dragon ball to her." As if he had done his best, Mo Ye Weilan said this.
Chapter completed!