Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

"Okay." Wen Hao turned around and went to get the quilt. Xing Zhen was about to turn off the air conditioner, and then remembered that there was another Nangong Jing here, and asked in embarrassment: "Then what should he do?"

Ji Zhong put his right hand on her pulse, pondered for a few seconds, and asked in a low voice: "Master, these instruments are of no use to you, why don't we go back to the room?"

Jian Junxi blinked again, agreeing...

Xing Zhen hugged him horizontally, and from the corner of her eyes, she saw Nangong Jing who was still asleep, and an unspeakable complexity flashed in her blue eyes.

Qiao Qian stood up and watched them leave, holding Nangong Jing's hand in disbelief.

With tears of excitement in his eyes, he choked up and said, "Young master, Jian Junxi is not dead... no... she came back from the dead again... hurry up and take a look..."

Nangong Jing seemed to be doomed to a new power, and the weak electrocardiogram suddenly increased...

Jin Yu, who was about to go in, saw Xing Zhen coming out with his mother in his arms, and asked in puzzlement, "Where are you going to take my mother?"

"Young master, you go and accompany your father first!" Ji Zhong didn't have time to explain to him, leaving such a sentence and hurried out the door.

Jian Junxi's eyes were red when he heard the voice, and he closed his eyes gently as if deliberately suppressing...

Lying on the bed, she suddenly felt a burst of warmth from her arms, slowly reaching her limbs and bones through the blood and nerves, and she knew it was the power of the red dragon.

I don't know if Jiang Lingxi and Qin Li's massage is too soothing, or because they haven't had a good rest for a long time, they suddenly feel very sleepy, falling asleep without knowing it...

Xiao Jinyu was worried about both her father and her mother, so she had to run upstairs and downstairs...

The summer evening is still as bright as noon, and the gentle breeze is accompanied by the lingering heat. It is unbelievable that today's rays of light cover the entire sky, and the western fire cloud is in the shape of a dragon, which is an auspicious omen.

Almost everyone was guarding her living room and room, and Wen Hao, Xing Zhen, and Ji Zhong were guarding every step of the way, for fear that if anyone didn't pay attention, her breathing would stop abruptly again.

Jian Junxi raised her heavy eyelids and moved her fingers. It wasn't until this moment that she felt that she had regained control of this body.

He opened his eyelids, his vision was hazy, and he blinked hard twice before he could see their weeping faces clearly...

Xing Zhen asked excitedly: "Master, how do you feel? Can you move your body?"

Jian Junxi nodded, and raised his right hand slightly, indicating that he wanted to sit up.

"Okay, okay." Xing Zhen lifted her up excitedly, and put a pillow behind her by the way.

"Master..." "Xue'er..." Yan Rongliang and Mo Zixuan who were standing in the corner also hurried forward and called out.

Knowing that they were frightened, Jian Junxi smiled at them and nodded, "It's okay, don't worry, I'm fine."

"That's good..." Mo Zixuan's body, which was as tight as a steel wire, was completely dazed until this moment.

Ji Zhong took her hand and felt for the pulse again. The strong and powerful pulse made the old man's eyes turn red all of a sudden, and he choked up and said, "I know you will be fine, um..."

"Woooo..." Seeing him like this, Jiang Lingxi couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Grandpa Ji..." Jian Junxi tightly held his withered right hand.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just happy, as long as the young master takes good care of him for a while, his body will definitely recover." Ji Zhong wiped the excited tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Thank you..." The voice was very soft, like a bubble that could be blown by a gust of wind.