The seller of the heavens

Li Mochou, who was at the side, saw that Jiang Chen's face turned pale, as if he was seriously injured, so he couldn't help but stepped forward and asked:

"Is your injury okay?"

Jiang Chen looked at the worry in her beautiful eyes, and his heart warmed up. He wanted to say that he was fine, but his words changed when he got to his lips, and he whispered:

"How can it be all right? Both Ouyang Feng and Qiu Qianren are extremely rare masters in the world. Although I beat them, it is impossible for me to be unscathed. It is only to frighten those Xiaoxiao who are peeping in the dark, so I have been holding on, no Just show it."

As he spoke, his figure swayed slightly, with a weak look about to fall if he couldn't stand up.

Li Mochou didn't doubt that he was there, she hurriedly stepped forward to hold Jiang Chen's arm, and persuaded:

"Then you better stop talking and go back to heal your wounds first. Now those people have been scared away by Senior Hong, and they probably won't come back."

"good."

Jiang Chen nodded, then turned to Hong Qigong and said:

"Qigong, I'm going back first, you old man, don't leave in a hurry. When my injury improves, let's continue talking about the old days tomorrow."

Hong Qigong nodded with a smile, and said calmly:

"Don't worry, I haven't tasted anything good in this period of time, and I've always missed your craftsmanship. Now that we meet, I won't leave without eating a few more meals."

"That's good."

Jiang Chen said goodbye to everyone, and with Li Mochou's support, he left Yueyang Tower and returned to his own house.

Li Mochou carefully helped Jiang Chen to sit on the bed, and after thinking about it, he suggested:

"You must have lost a lot of your internal energy due to your repeated fierce battles. Why don't I help you heal your wounds? My internal energy is quite sufficient now."

"Also."

Jiang Chen didn't refuse, and agreed.

While speaking, he took off the heavy sword behind his back, then unbuttoned his clothes, and began to undress.

"Yeah, what are you doing??"

Li Mochou saw that he took off his shirt at once, revealing his muscular and muscular body, she couldn't help but let out a low cry, her cheeks flushed.

Jiang Chen said as a matter of course:

"Didn't you say you want to heal your wounds?

Since you want to heal your wounds, you must take off your clothes. "

According to Jiang Chen's many years of experience in watching martial arts TV dramas, to heal the wounds of the opposite sex, he must take off his clothes.

If both parties are of the same sex, then no.

Jiang Chen thought about the reason deeply, and felt that it was not nonsense, but rather reasonable.

Li Mochou saw what he said with certainty, as if it was a common sense that everyone knew, and began to doubt whether her previous cognition was wrong, maybe she was too fussy, and asked hesitantly:

"Really, why didn't my master say that?"

Jiang Chen's eyes are firm, and he is confident:

"That must be because your master forgot to mention it. I remember that the Ancient Tomb Sect has a skill called the Jade Heart Sutra. It takes two people to practice together. You have to take off your clothes when practicing, don't you know?"

"I know there is this exercise, but the master didn't pass it on to me. So I don't know the specific cultivation method."

Li Mochou saw that Jiang Chen used the ancient tomb sect's exercises as an example, but she no longer doubted it, took off her shoes, sat behind Jiang Chen, stretched out her palms against Jiang Chen's back, and prepared to heal Jiang Chen's injuries.

However, when her palms touched the back muscles that Jiang Chen got acquainted with, she panicked for no reason, her hands trembled slightly, and her cheeks blushed.

Li Mochou was worried about Jiang Chen's injury, and didn't want to delay the healing time, so she could only close her eyes and take a few deep breaths to clear away her distracting thoughts.

After her emotions returned to calm, Li Mochou silently circulated her internal energy to help Jiang Chen heal her wounds.

Jiang Chen's injuries were naturally not as serious as he said, they were just minor injuries.

But Li Mochou's good intentions, he couldn't refuse, so he gathered his internal energy in his dantian and let Li Mochou use it.

A cool internal force circulated through the meridians, sorting out the internal force and nourishing Jiang Chen's body.

After half an hour.

Li Mochou's internal energy was exhausted, fine beads of sweat oozed from her smooth forehead, and she looked quite tired.

She withdrew her palm, exhaled lightly, and asked:

"How are you feeling better?"

Jiang Chen turned around, smiled and said:

"Thanks to your help, I'm much better."

"That's good."

Li Mochou breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, her eyes swept over Jiang Chen's upper body, her heart beat wildly, and she quickly looked away, not daring to look more.

Jiang Chen stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead, saw her cheeks were blushing, and couldn't help asking with concern:

"Why is your face so red? Could it be that you were injured by a fight with someone before? Would you like me to help you heal?"

Li Mochou was startled, thinking of what Jiang Chen said earlier that he needed to take off his clothes to heal his wounds, he was flustered, and quickly waved his hands:

"No, there's no need. I just exhausted my internal energy a bit and I'm not injured. I'll recover after a short rest."

"Really?"

As Jiang Chen said, he moved his body forward a little bit, and got close to Li Mochou.

The two faced each other, so close that they could hear each other's breathing.

Jiang Chen said sincerely:

"You don't have to hold on."

Li Mochou felt that Jiang Chen's eyes were extremely hot, her cheeks were flushed red, and her heartbeat also accelerated:

"I'm really fine."

"All right."

Jiang Chen's hand slowly slipped from Li Mochou's forehead, his fingertips brushed over the hot face, and finally stopped on Li Mochou's chin:

"Thanks to you for helping to stop those people today, I really don't know how to thank you."

Li Mochou pretended to be calm, as if she couldn't feel Jiang Chen's fingers rubbing her chin, she said calmly:

"You're welcome, you saved my life when I was swimming in Dongting Lake."

Jiang Chen shook his head: "It's different, those people came after me, you just got hurt by the fish in the pond."

He thought about it carefully, and finally suggested:

"There is no way to repay the grace of saving my life. I can only promise it with my body. What do you think?"

"ah?"

Li Mochou was surprised but also joyful.

When you are young, you can't meet people who are too brilliant.

Jiang Chen defeated Xidu Ouyang Feng and Tiezhang Shuishang Qiu Qianren in a row at the age of 20, showing an invincible and peerless posture.

Looking around the world, no one in the same generation can reach the height of Jiang Chen.

Li Mochou is just a young girl in her prime, yearning for feelings, and she has just left the ancient tomb. She has never seen such a person before, and she is inevitably moved by Jiang Chen's demeanor, causing ripples in her heart.

All kinds of emotions in her chest were agitated, and she opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say for a while.

Jiang Chen smiled:

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as your promise."

He said, protruding lightly for a kiss.

"Well!"

Li Mochou's eyes widened suddenly, her hands gripped the bed sheet tightly, her mind went blank instantly, her thoughts were vague, she didn't know where she was.

I don't know how long it has passed, and when she came back to her senses, it was already a long time later.

What was supposed to happen, happened.

The red plums are blossoming, and the flowers are wild.

Beauty tenderness, Wushan Youmeng.