All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 47

Half an hour passed, Qing Lang waited and waited, but couldn't wait for Feng Ning to come out, so he directly opened the door and walked in.

But as soon as he opened the door, he saw Feng Ning bleeding into a porcelain bottle.

"What are you doing?!"

Qinglang walked over in two steps in three steps, and grabbed Fengning's wrist with a gloomy expression.

There was an extremely long gash in Feng Ning's palm, and blood was gushing out. The knife seemed to have been cut twice, and the wound was turning outwards, blood like threads, falling into the porcelain white bottle.

The porcelain white bottle was filled with bright red blood, but Fengning's cheeks turned white.

The color of his lips seemed to have drained away with the blood, and his whole body looked as thin and pale as paper.

But he didn't frown, his expression was as calm as if he was pouring tea.

Feng Ning looked at Qing Lang, and explained: "Tu Bai needs my divine blood to save someone, so I gave him a little."

Qing Lang looked at the white porcelain bottle that was as big as a fist, and his chest trembled slightly with anger: "Is this called a little bit?"

"No problem." Feng Ning pulled out her hand, and the wound healed quickly under the effect of the spell.

Then he pushed the porcelain bottle in front of Tu Bai, and said, "I'll give you these first, and if it's not enough, you can ask me for it."

"Enough." Tu Bai lowered his eyes, and carefully put away the porcelain bottle.

The calmer Fengning is, the more Qinglang feels chest tightness and shortness of breath.

But even though he was very angry with Feng Ning, walking on the road, he kept throwing various blood-enriching spiritual fruits to Feng Ning.

Feng Ning was almost exhausted.

Before he could swallow the one in his mouth, Qing Lang threw another one at him with a dark face.

Fengning sighed: "Qinglang...I really can't eat it anymore."

Qing Lang glanced over with cold eyes.

Feng Ning closed her mouth, silently rubbed her stomach, and continued to eat the spirit fruit.

"Qing Lang, it's not your blood that was spilled, why are you angry?" Feng Ning asked softly.

Qinglang glanced at him, with yin and yang: "Why am I angry? I respect Master very much. You can not only replenish my spiritual power with me, but also let people's bloodletting for healing apprentices. You are so kind. How can I be angry with you if you sacrifice yourself for others and are generous and fraternal?"

Feng Ning: "..."

Qinglang paused for a moment, then continued: "It's such a pity, Tu Bai only needs your blood today, if he needs your bones, maybe I can open my eyes and see how the gods peel the skin and get the bones, it must be Very exciting."

After ridiculing, he walked away quickly, but within two steps, he kicked a stone, turned his head angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "You are so generous with the blood that was painted white and said it needs a porcelain bottle, just give it to him directly." After pouring such a big bottle of blood, you have so many smaller bottles in your bag, you don’t need it, you have to pick the biggest one... What? If there is a vase next to you, are you going to give him a vase of blood?"

Feng Ning was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "It turns out that Xiao Qinglang loves me."

Qing Lang paused, he opened his mouth, wanted to say something but didn't say anything, just walked faster with red ears.

"Wait for me."

Qing Lang walked faster.

Feng Ning quickly took two steps to follow him, grabbed his sleeve at once, and deliberately said: "Go slowly, I just lost blood, I feel dizzy, I can't walk fast."

Qing Lang's footsteps immediately slowed down.

Feng Ning let go of Qing Lang's sleeve, but in the next second, his wrist was held backwards, and the man's slender fingers slid down his wrist, covered his palm, and intertwined with his fingers .

Feng Ning looked slightly startled, and turned to look at Qing Lang.

But Qinglang didn't look at him, just looked up at the road ahead, he looked very calm, but the twinkle in his eyes betrayed his emotions: "...you are dizzy, hold me tight, don't fall gone."

Feng Ning blinked slowly, held Qing Lang's hand a little tighter, eyes slightly bent: "...OK."

Changbai and Tu Bai walked behind them, quietly watching their backs holding hands and walking side by side.

Tu Bai turned his head to look at Chang Bai, and said softly: "The Immortal Venerable let him lead him because he married him."

Changbai didn't know what Tu Bai meant by saying this, he stopped and covered his head, as if he had a splitting headache.

Although the God of Medicine is a god in the sky, but he has the six worlds in his heart. He married a demon clansman as his wife and gave birth to a rabbit demon as a son, but now he is helping the demon world.

Mana cannot be abused in the human world, so when the group of them arrived in the Demon Realm, it was already the evening of the second day.

Qing Lang took them into the magic palace to rest, and was going to look for the God of Medicine tomorrow.

But Changbai was mentally unstable and had to be taken care of at night, so Fengning, Qinglang, and Changbai slept in the same room.

There are two beds in this room.

There was only one Changbai, Qinglang and Fengning were already husband and wife in the eyes of others, and they had no intention of showing their discord to others, so they slept directly on the same bed.

Changbai took the initiative to tie himself up with the Wannian black iron chain, panting lightly with a pale face.

He seemed to be extremely tired, and he wasn't used to the breath of the demon world, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep very quickly, but he didn't sleep well.

As the night was getting darker, Qing Lang slightly turned his head and whispered to Feng Ning:

"If I had known that the God of Medicine was in my Demon Realm, I wouldn't have had to go to find Tu Bai, and I wouldn't have had to waste your bottle of blood."

Feng Ning couldn't help laughing: "Why are you still thinking about this? Isn't it just a bottle of blood? It's nothing to me."

Qing Lang turned his head to look into his eyes, and said, "Why is it nothing? Fengning, even if you are a god with a strong sense of consciousness, even if your wounds can heal immediately, even if the blood is insignificant to you, even... Even if you are just a heartless stone, you still know pain."

Feng Ning was stunned.

No one has ever told a stone that you know it hurts.

"Does it hurt?"

Qing Lang gently rubbed Ning's palm, the wound where the dagger was scratched had healed, leaving no trace.

But the moment Qinglang's fingertips passed by, it still aroused a scorching heat.

Like the lingering pain.

Therefore, Feng Ning seemed to be lost, and nodded lightly: "...it hurts."

The moonlight sprinkled softly from the window, coating people with a layer of silver light, and everything became gentle and hazy.

In a trance, Qing Lang almost felt that everything went back to a few months ago.

Back to the time when he still didn't know the truth, back to the time when the dream was not yet broken.

At that time, they were also lying on the bed like this, and there was such a tender affection between their eyebrows and eyes... It seemed no different from now.

At that time, if Feng Ning said it hurt, he would lean over and kiss him gently.

Or eyebrows, or fingertips, or wrist bones, or every inch of Fengning's tight skin.

So at this moment, Qing Lang also lowered his head as usual, and gently kissed Feng Ning's palm: "Good boy, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Qinglang's exhaled breath and the kiss that fell on the palm of his hand were as hot as magma, causing a numbness and trembling.

Feng Ning's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't pull her hand away.

Qinglang gently wrapped Feng Ning into his arms, and said: "I'm actually not angry at you for painting white blood, but angry at you for not caring... Don't give blood easily in the future, and don't think it's nothing. Whether it is the rabbit demon that makes you feel ashamed, or your most beloved disciple, no matter who it is, you should not make you willingly endure the pain."

The moonlight was gentle, and Qinglang's voice softened a little, like a candy wrapped in cotton gauze, gently bumping into people's hearts.

Feng Ning nodded as if she had been bewitched: "Okay."

But with his cheek against Qing Lang's body, he thought in his heart:

It's almost time for Qing Lang to "drink medicine" tomorrow.