Ling Xuewei acted like a puppet with some embarrassment, allowing Ye Moyan to help her take off her outer robe, lift up her middle coat, and reveal her clean and naked abdomen.
Ling Xuewei's waist was lightly grasped, as if Ye Moyan's big hand could control it with one hand. But it was not weak and weak, but had a faint vest line.
Her abdomen was as smooth as ever, and it didn't look like there was any injury at all.
"I'm fine..."
"Don't move." Ye Moyan held her down and traced his slender fingers over her original injury. His cold fingers touched the warm skin, making her stiffen.
The superficial injuries have already been healed by the healing power of the Tree of Life, and there are no traces of scars.
However, the internal injuries cannot be healed in a short time. Especially this injury caused by Mu Tianqi, his ghost energy is extraordinary, and she cannot resist it with her cultivation level. If it were not for the Tree of Life, she would really
of danger.
"Does it hurt?"
Ye Moyan asked in a low voice, staring at Ling Xuewei's injury and not looking up for a long time.
"fine……"
Ling Xuewei replied softly.
I saw Ye Moyan's fingertips glowing, and a faint white light pouring into his body.
"Don't waste your spiritual energy, I'm really fine."
Ling Xuewei held Ye Moyan's hand, but faced the other's uncompromising and domineering eyes, and finally let go.
White light enveloped her whole body, like cold water, soothing the anger and pain in her body.
Soon, Ling Xuewei discovered that the spiritual power of Ye Mo Yan was swimming in her spiritual veins. She suddenly realized that she immediately sat cross-legged and began to follow him to sort out the spiritual power in her body.
Finally, after about half an hour, she stopped.
Slowly opening his eyes, Ye Moyan didn't know when to stop and was looking at her.
Under the light and shadow, Ye Moyan's eyes looked particularly soft, and her deep pupils reflected her face.
His facial features are handsome and noble.
Their eyes met, and there was inexplicable warmth in the air.
The anger in Ling Xuewei's heart had long since disappeared, but for a moment, she didn't know what to say to him.
Air, silence.
Until a sigh came from the top of his head, and then his body was pulled into his arms.
"Don't get angry with me, okay?" Ye Moyan's tone softened.
Ling Xuewei's nose felt sore, she put her arms around his neck and buried her head in his chest.
Ye Moyan hugged her tighter, smelling the fragrance of her body deeply, his brows and eyes filled with gentleness.
They stumbled along the way, experienced so many ups and downs together, shared life and death, and cherished the present even more. Now that they have children, no matter how big the storm is, they can't separate them.
There was a chill on his forehead, and Ye Moyan pressed a gentle kiss.
Then comes the nose, cheeks, lips...
He kissed her very tenderly, with his lips touching each other, gently rubbing together, lingering and tender, without any desire.
She felt like she was in warm water, her whole body was extremely relaxed.
…
The two experienced cold wars, quarrels, and now finally reconciled.
Ling Xuewei felt exhausted and fell asleep unconsciously.
Ye Moyan hugged her as she fell asleep, and the two of them leaned on the bed. The warm light shone on the two of them, giving off a warm glow.
Ling Xuewei slept deeply and sweetly, with a heavy look of tiredness on her brows. She must have been very tired during the day.
Ye Moyan couldn't help but lower his head, and kissed her softly again. It seemed that only such real skin-to-skin contact could let him know that Ling Xuewei was still alive and safe in his arms.
Little did he know that that night, Mo Yan learned that Ling Xuewei had fallen into the hands of the ghost army and witnessed her being stabbed through the abdomen with a sword. At that time, it was as if the sky was falling.
Black mist emerged from the deep eyes again, and now they looked demonic and cold.
Ling Xuewei rested for two hours and quickly regained her energy.
Ling Xuewei opened her eyes and found that Ye Moyan had not left.
Ye Moyan held her in his arms, while stacks of government affairs were piled on the red sandalwood table on the bed.
Ling Xuewei yawned and her eyes were filled with tears.
"I am asleep?"
She had just woken up, her body was lazy and she didn't want to move.
Ling Xuewei hugged Ye Moyan's waist, put her legs on his lap expertly, and clung to him like an octopus.
Ye Moyan has long been accustomed to Ling Xuewei's appearance.
Normally she is stubborn and tenacious, but only at this time she looks like a lazy and coquettish cat.
Thinking of cats, certain images flashed through his mind, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
Ye Moyan gently stroked Ling Xuewei's long, satin-like hair and hugged her slender waist.
Ling Xuewei leaned on his shoulder and stared in confusion for a while. Then she regained consciousness. Looking at the memorials piled up in front of him, her confused mind began to regain its clarity.
Ye Moyan noticed her thoughtful eyes and pinched her cheek, "What are you thinking about?"
"I want to find Di Jian and the others."
Ling Xuewei did not hide her concerns.
Ye Moyan didn't look surprised after hearing this.
"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that... they are in danger right now, and I can't ignore them when I think they may be in danger. What's more, I have a code to communicate with them. Maybe I can find something when I go there."
"If you want to go, go ahead."
Ye Moyan's eyes were gentle. He had known that he could not stop Ling Xuewei, and he also guessed that Ling Xuewei would take action after knowing about it.
Ye Moyan didn't care about the life and death of those people, but that was what Ling Xuewei cared about, and he couldn't be indifferent.
"You agreed?" Ling Xuewei looked incredulous.
Ye Moyan scratched her nose helplessly, "Even if I don't agree, wouldn't you still go there secretly?"
Ling Xuewei stuck out her tongue, showing no embarrassment at all.
Has he discovered all this?
"It's just that I have something to tell you."
"What's the matter?" Ling Xuewei asked quickly.
"Promise me first and don't be impatient when you find out."
"What's wrong?"
Ling Xuewei frowned and sat upright instantly.
Ye Moyan tried his best to use gentle language and said, "Bai Qingshui sent zombies into the lower realm, and Middle Earth is also one of his targets..."
"What?" Ling Xuewei almost jumped up when she heard the news, "You mean the monsters have gone to Middle-Earth? What about my brother? Where are Master and Lingxi? And Fanxu and Independent State, are they there?
thing……"
"It's okay, they're all okay, don't worry, just listen to what I have to say."
Ye Moyan quickly comforted her, and then Ling Xuewei calmed down and listened to him.
"I have sent Yue Qing to lead a group of people back. The zombies have not attacked Fanxu and Tianxing Sect. Your brother is in the imperial palace. With senior brothers and the others here, he will be fine."
"What about the Independent State?" Ling Xuewei continued to ask.
Ye Moyan held Ling Xuewei's hand and patted it gently.
The strong and strong palm gradually calmed her down, like a calming stone.
"I found traces of them outside. My people have solved them and notified your people. At this moment, the entire state is under martial law. I have hundreds of secret guards stationed everywhere. If a large-scale corpse tide is found, I will alert you in advance..."
