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Chapter 22 A Kind of Disease Kills Me

"sick?"

Fu Chenxi was surprised and began to look Hua Weimian up and down. His little face had always been strangely pale, but now it was even more bloodless, and his voice was weak...

Sick...

Fu Chenxi didn't understand what being sick meant. There was no such thing in his life.

However, he knew that human beings are fragile creatures that can only live for a few decades, and many even die young.

This damn woman's physical strength is so weak, she might be killed easily...

When he thought of this possibility, Uncle Fu immediately shook his head, no, no, he is in love with her now, how could he die so quickly!

You have to wait until he gets tired of playing!

"What to do?"

Fu Chenxi asked anxiously.

Hua Weimian frowned slightly and explained patiently: "Drink the medicine to reduce the fever!"

Fu Chenxi still didn't quite understand. He seemed to be the kind of cold-blooded and unsophisticated person. He had always been aloof. How could he understand the sufferings of the world? He pouted and didn't understand: "What medicine should I drink?"

Hua Weimian was silent. For the first time in her life, she found it so difficult to communicate with people. No, she was communicating with animals. What could she do? They were not the same species at all.

Is she going to die from a fever?

That's so unfair!

She suddenly felt angry and aggrieved: "How did you live in the past when you didn't even know what to do when you got sick?"

Fu Chenxi felt aggrieved after being scolded. He thought he was very powerful, knew everything, and had boundless magic. Unexpectedly, the dead woman had a fever and fell ill, and he was actually very worried.

But can you blame him?

He is not a human being, and the people around him are not human either, so he will not get sick. Even if he does get sick, a spell can fix it.

He muttered: "I have been practicing spells before!"

Do you think it is so easy to become the strongest person in the entire demon world?

Fu Chenxi murmured in his heart.

Hua Weimian argued with him for a long time, but nothing came out. She was quite irritated. She turned her head and said, "Well, if you dare, you will kill me!"

In fact, isn’t it just a fever?

At worst, she made it through, but she didn't believe that she would really die here. But deep down in her heart, why was she so uncomfortable?

Fu Chenxi saw her lying down and sleeping, looking like she was about to die of illness. He suddenly became anxious, wrapped himself in a sheet, climbed out of bed, and walked around to think of a solution.

A man's IQ is approximately zero in bed.

As soon as he got out of bed, Fu Chenxi's IQ and emotional intelligence came back.

As soon as he clapped his hands, he thought of a way. He said, "Okay, I'll take you to the hot springs!"

Hua Weimian huddled in the quilt and rolled her eyes, soaking in the hot spring. Fortunately, this bitch could figure it out. It would be better to pull her and do it a few more times to make her sweat.


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