Chapter 262 [The Sea and the Calf]

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Although it is not very high hills and mountains, but there are still hundreds of meters above sea level, plus there is snow covering the mountain road, Yang Chen did not dare to walk too fast, so he stopped and stopped, waiting for Mo Qianni to reach the top of the mountain By the time, almost two hours had passed.

The top of the mountain is an uneven piece of land with a size of tens of square meters, except for a few weeds and a few rocks covered with moss, there is nothing else.

The bitter sea wind whistled past her ears, Mo Qianni's ears were red, her face and the tip of her nose were also red.

Yang Chen lovingly looked at her dry face, took off his scarf, and wanted to wrap it around the woman.

"I'm not cold, you surround me." Mo Qianni wanted to decline.

Yang Chen smiled wryly, "Just accept the scarf the man gave you. Don't you think the man will lose face if the woman says she's not afraid of the cold?"

"It's just you and me here," Mo Qianni said.

"This sentence is not used in this way." Yang Chen said with a smile: "If it is on a warm big netg, I will like to make a god and you say this sentence."

"Hate it", Mo Qianni's dimples were flushed, and she obediently asked Yang Chen to put the scarf on herself. It was soft in texture and carried the warmth of a man.

The two stared at each other silently for a while, then turned to look at the sea view that they wanted to see before.

From the top of the hilly land, looking to the east, the boundless sea seems to be under his feet, overlooking the past, glowing with sparkling crystal light.

I don't know if it's because after the snow just fell, the sun stretched out its horns, and the light was like tentacles, provoking the clouds that were blown in the sky.

In the afternoon, the golden and green sea reflected the intoxicating waves.

The magnificent natural scenery is nothing more than this.

Mo Qianni took a deep breath of the cold air, the cold wind blew her hair down, making her look loose and elegant.

"Sure enough, as the uncles said, this place is beautiful."

"If you like making gods, I can bring you here often in the future. If you don't tell me, I might never come here in this life." Yang Chen said with a smile.

Mo Qianni pursed her lips and said with a smile: "I was born in the mountains, even in a big city, I would always think of coming to such a place, I always feel that this kind of place belongs to me...Yang Chen, am I ridiculous? .”

"How come, I still feel that the vegetable market is more suitable for me to work than the office building," Yang Chen said.

Mo Qianni giggled and said, "I'm really not ashamed."

"Facing you and the sea, do I need to be ashamed?" Yang Chen smiled easily.

Mo Qianni's eyes were somewhat intoxicated, she stretched out her plain white slender hands, and brushed her cold fingertips across Yang Chen's face.

"When I was young, the first time I saw the sea was when my father was still alive. At that time, he took me and my mother to a distant relative's house, and saw the sea in a seaside fishing village.

Mom took my hand and asked me why the sea is lower than all the rivers...

I didn't know it at the time, my mother told me, because the sea has to accept all rivers, and the water from all rivers can flow into the sea...

My mother said, Nizi, if you marry someone in the future, you must be a woman like the sea. You just need to put yourself in the lowest place silently, and you will always be able to let all the rivers flow into your arms. Just like the sea, you can't see the edge, so that the people on the seaside can look at you infatuatedly. "

Yang Chen looked at Mo Qianni's dream-like eyes, thought for a while, and smiled: "Although my mother-in-law is not a university professor or an expert, she always seems to be able to say some extraordinary things."

"I was thinking, if I never get married in this life, then if I were like the sea, would that person at the seaside look at me so foolishly?"

"You must marry." Yang Chen hugged Mo Qianni tightly into his arms, "If you don't marry, but become the sea, there will be too many people looking at you infatuatedly. Even if you It is the sea, and I will also be the earth that bears you."

"Puchi"...

Mo Qianni leaned against Yang Chen's mouth and laughed out loud, her eyes turned away from the authentic way: "If you become a round earth, I still don't want to become a sea."

"Do you want to be spanked, or do you want to be kissed?" Yang Chen looked at her maliciously.

Mo Qianni blinked her eyes, and she felt aggrieved in her eyes, "Is there a difference?"

"Then let's come together..."

Yang Chen went up in one gulp, wrapped his arms around the beauty's waist with one hand, and stroked Mo Qianni's upturned beauty with the other hand, feeling the seal of Wudong Qiankun, the holy king, the holy king, and the night killing god The throne seeks the devil, proud of the world, the strongest abandonment of the ninth heaven, the king of the Zhou royal family will kill the gods and gods at night The young Zhou royal family made gods, killed the gods at night, and sealed the throne with the seal of the gods. Seeking demons, proud of the world, the ninth heaven, the strongest abandonment, and the young Zhou royal family.

The icy mountain wind outside seems to have become a soft net wind, but it is not cold at all.

The two entangled for a long time, Mo Qianni was a little out of breath, and finally broke free from Yang Chen's control, and begged: "Go down the mountain, if you don't go down, it will be dark."

"Don't you think that here, we feel a bit like a pledge of eternal love?" Yang Chen said with a smile.

Mo Qianni rolled her eyes at him charmingly, "You are really getting better at talking, are you being so sweet to every girl?"

"If it is, will I have time to travel all the way to this wilderness to accompany you to drink the northwest wind foolishly?"

"You are stupid." Mo Qianni complained, broke free from Yang Chen's embrace, and began to walk down the mountain.

Yang Chen followed behind without saying a word, "Don't walk too fast, don't step on the place you step on if it's icy, it's easy to slip."

Mo Qianni turned around and said with a smile: "I am a child who grew up in the mountains, do you still need you to teach me how to walk the mountain road?"

Yang Chen curled his lips and said no more.

But not long after Mo Qianni finished speaking, suddenly, Mo Qianni moaned, her left foot softened, and she half-knelt down on the half-mountain road!

Yang Chen was startled, and immediately ran forward, supported Mo Qianni's body, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Qianni opened her mouth, her face suddenly turned pale, cold sweat broke out quickly, she was trembling and unable to speak, she could only moan in a low voice, as if she was in unspeakable pain.

Yang Chen saw Mo Qianni hugging her small left tuǐ with both hands, with tears in her eyes, and her heart was burning with urgency.

"What's going on?" Yang Chen asked again.

"tuǐ... tuǐ hurts so much..." Mo Qianni said in a whisper.

Yang Chen didn't think about it anymore, he hugged Mo Qianni forcefully, Mo Qianni hugged her body, was held tightly in Yang Chen's arms, beat Yang Chen with one hand, and said with difficulty : "Don't...don't worry... nothing will happen...I...I can hold on...go fast...it will be dangerous..."

Yang Chen didn't ask what was going on anymore, as for whether the mountain road was slippery or not, it wasn't a problem for him at all, it was almost like a gust of wind, stepping on the extremely difficult mountain road, he came down the mountain like running.

Because of the extreme pain, Mo Qianni could feel the martial arts in a half-conscious state. The holy king of heaven and earth made a holy king. The king killed the gods at night and asked for the throne. Demons are proud of the world, the strongest abandonment of the ninth heaven, the king of the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty, the martial arts, the heavenly general, kill the gods and the gods, the throne of the gods, the king of the demons There is nothing unusual about the young Zhou royal family.

Yang Chen ran to the farm at the foot of the mountain with a gloomy expression, went to the dormitory department and asked for a room, the female waiter saw that Mo Qianni, whom Yang Chen was holding, seemed to be in poor health, and hurriedly went through the formalities.

Yang Chen carried Mo Qianni into the warm guest room, and laid Mo Qianni, who was covered in cold sweat, flat on the single netg white quilt.

Mo Qianni frowned tightly, her face was bloodless, and she looked more uncomfortable than dead.

Yang Chen didn't care too much, and took off the tight-fitting long skirt with cotton wool from Mo Qianni's waist. Inside was a pair of pure white warm long skirt.

"Qianni, let me take a look for you." After Yang Chen finished speaking, he wanted to take off Mo Qianni's warm clothes again.

Mo Qianni stopped in a low voice: "Don't...don't look, it's...it's okay..."

"It's up to you." Yang Chen didn't hesitate any longer, and took off Mo Qianni's warm clothes.

Mo Qianni only had a purple-black sèhua pattern on her insides, and her pair of pure white and plump tuǐ shone with an ivory-like luster under the light.

The tuǐ without the slightest excess is like a sculpture, delicate like a yuù, and the smooth lines extend all the way to the cute little feet.

But Yang Chen wasn't in the mood to appreciate this beautiful scenery at all. His eyes were fixed on the small left tuǐ that brought Mo Qianni infinite pain. There was nothing abnormal there, but if you analyze it carefully, you will see that there is something wrong with it. A slender but tiny scar.

Yang Chen caressed Mo Qianni's scar with one hand, it was obviously the place where surgery was performed, but the doctor's skills were very good, and perhaps it was the various maintenance that made the scar almost invisible.

Yang Chen mobilized his true energy silently, and extended the unique internal force of Chanting Derivation Sutra into Mo Qianni's pain zone.

The sense of blockage made Yang Chen quickly discover that Mo Qianni's surgical site had serious tissue damage. Although it had been repaired a lot, it was like a piece of wood that had been nailed into it, and it could no longer be called a piece of wood. Complete logs.

The warm internal force of the derivative meridian quickly adjusted the veins of the old injury, and gradually, Mo Qianni's brows relaxed, and a tinge of blood returned to her face.

Mo Qianni opened her eyes, and looked at Yang Chen blankly, "Thank you..."

She didn't ask Yang Chen how he did it. She had seen Yang Chen's extraordinaryness before, so she habitually didn't ask Yang Chen or talk about the past.

"Your old wounds here are not serious. In this kind of extremely cold weather, if you see through the cloudy wind and be frozen for a while, the inflammation will easily recur," Yang Chen said.

"I haven't had any more pain in the past two years. I thought it was all right. I made you worry. I'm sorry..." Mo Qianni said in a low mood like a child who did something wrong.

"The scar on the small tuǐ extends almost half of the small tuǐ. It's not as simple as an ordinary fall or stab wound. How did it come about?" Yang Chen thought about it, but still asked.