After dressing up as a demon, i was pregnant with a cub

Part 11

he stood stiffly in place, neither entering nor retreating, for a moment he was at a loss for words, forgetting what he should do.

as usual, after zun shang fell asleep, he would leave the room and stay at the door of the dormitory all night, and after arriving at the qingxiao sect, although the two lived together, he would not stay in the bedroom, but would find a place to enter the meditation practice.

he lowered his head and looked at the hand that was tightly grasping his wrist--he drunk's fingers were pale and cold, even if he was covered by him, it still looked like he had just been fished out of cold water, his fingers and abdomen were not as thin as ordinary sword cultivation, the self-healing ability of the demon body made the body not leave scars, even if it was cut by pei qianhe and bleeding, the skin on the wrist was still delicate and smooth, and no trace could be seen.

thinkers

smelling the man really couldn't bear to break his hand, he sat lightly on the edge of the bed, and he covered the back of the other person's hand with his other hand, trying to warm the other person with the temperature of his palm.

he drunk seemed to feel this heat in his deep sleep, his clenched fingers gradually relaxed, his breathing was steady and unguarded, and if someone did something out of the ordinary to him, he might not show resistance.

wen ren carefully pressed his palm to his wrist, carefully probed his own magic qi into the other party's body, and roughly probed before being discovered by the other party, and found nothing abnormal.

he was not a medical practitioner, and he could not see whether zun shang was really pregnant, but could only feel that there were many old wounds in his body that were difficult to heal over the years, most of which were divided into the lungs and limbs, and the bones of the intestines were full of traces of being forcibly pieced together by magic after being broken.

he was so distressed that he didn't know how to treat him, and in the hundreds of years he had tried countless methods and used countless herbs, but none of them worked for him.

the divine bird's physique was too special, and perhaps there was nothing in this world that could restore him.

smelling the silent sigh, the ghost made the god pull the other person's hand and put it on his forehead.

zun shang's body became what it is today, and pei qianhe was half responsible.

if he hadn't used the blood of the divine bird to refine his sword, perhaps zun shang's physical condition would have been much better than it is now, and when he ran out of his blood, he would have abandoned him, and zun shang was beaten to death and was beaten as a master killer, and he was expelled from the division and thrown into the snowy mountains around qingxiao peak.

it was clearly to let him fend for himself.

how could such scum live in the world with such good intentions, and how could they deserve the reputation of "immortal path supreme"?

smelling people's inner anger, the extinguished golden glow in his eyes lit up again, he only hated that he had not met zun shang for three hundred years earlier, what had happened in those three hundred years he did not know, how he drunk escaped from qingfeng peak, how he arrived in the demon realm, cultivated to the point where he could kill the demon beast with one blow, these things could not even be detected by chu wei's voyeuristic ability.

he took a deep breath, and the golden glow in his eyes was great.

although he came late, there was still something he could do.

this time facing pei qianhe, he was with zun shang, no matter what the price he had to pay, he would never let that scumbag hurt him a bit.

when necessary, it is not impossible for him to explode the demon dan and pei qianhe together, even if he can't end up together, he will be like a biting dog, tearing a piece of flesh from the other party.