The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1339 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (127)

Even Mo didn't know how to persuade him to leave, because no matter how much he persuaded him, he refused to leave.

Jing Qingran and Jiuye couldn't persuade him even more.

In the end, Jiuye made him faint, and Lian Mo saw him unconscious, worried about him, helped him back to his room, took care of him to rest, and then Jiuye made Lianmo faint again.

If Lian Mo didn't pass out, he would continue to worry about Nangong's illness.

Jing Qingran and Jiuye supported Lian Mo to his guest room.

'Host, tonight, you can live with the master, anyway, the master is also passed out, you can do whatever you want to the master. ' Jiuye said.

Jing Qingran pouted.

'Host, I'm going back first, so I won't bother you and the master. After finishing speaking, Jiuye turned around and came out.

'You just leave? 'Jing Qingran asked it.

'Host, what do you want Jiuye to do? 'Jiuye was a little confused.

Jing Qingran pouted again.

Jiuye walked out of the room and gently closed the door. Jing Qingran was taking care of Lian Mo.

'Host, if the master is not very active, Jiuye thinks that it is better for you to take the initiative. 'Nine Leaves Road.

Jing Qingran took off Lian Mo's coat and shoes, let him lie on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him.

How can I take the initiative?Jing Qingran thought in her heart.

'Host, you can sleep with your master. ' Jiuye gave her advice.

Jing Qingran looked at Lian Mo's face, and couldn't help reaching out to touch his face.

This face is still as beautiful as ever.Then, pinch his face again.

I'm confessing to you, but you haven't answered me... Or, you still treat me as a friend... I feel a little embarrassed by your appearance...

But, in fact, I don't really care about this. If you treat me as a friend, then treat me as a friend... She still felt a little lost when she thought about it.

Her hand squeezed his face again.Your face is still easy to pinch, she thought, with a smile on her face.

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The next day, in the morning, when Nangong Wuyi woke up, he was in a carriage. He was lying on a soft cushion, and the carriage was walking steadily.

"What... what's going on here?" Nangong Wubing sat up and looked around, this is a carriage, "Why am I in the carriage?"

"Master, you're awake." Outside the carriage, Zhang An, who was driving the horse, heard Nangong Wubing's voice, and said.

"Uncle Zhang, you brought me out?" Nangong Wubing asked anxiously, "Where's Brother Lian Mo? Where are Mr. Ye and the others?"

"Even the heroes are still in the inn." Zhang An said, "I have already left them a farewell message, son, let's leave."

Nangong Wubing opened the window and looked, the carriage had already left the city, and the carriage was now driving on the official road outside the city.

Nangong was not ill but felt dizzy in both eyes.

"Stop the carriage!" He said loudly, reaching out to lift the curtain, "Stop the carriage! Go back! I'm going to find Brother Lian Mo!"

"My lord, now we have left Sangcheng, and the distance is already relatively far, and it will take time to go back, so let's do it." Zhang An said.

"No, I want to go back! Uncle Zhang, stop the carriage and make the carriage turn around!" Nangong Wubing said as if ordering.

He rarely used an orderly tone to Zhang An, Zhang An was older than him, and he always regarded Zhang An as an elder.

(End of this chapter)