Chapter 748 Acacia Flood Release

Jun Mohan's voice was cold and indifferent, as if what Nalan Xianger said had nothing to do with him.

Nalan Xiang'er looked at Jun Mohan like this and became anxious, "Are you really disregarding your body? I've been researching all these years, and I have a way to help you now, my body..."

Before Nalan Xiang'er finished speaking, Jun Mohan interrupted her directly: "Nalan Xiang'er, if you don't go out again, I really can't guarantee what I will do. You also know my style of doing things."

Nalan Xiang'er's tense expression helplessly loosened, "I know what I say, you won't listen to what I say, Feng Sujin probably doesn't know about your cold sacrifice disease, right?"

Jun Mohan looked dangerously at Nalan Xiang'er, "I don't want her to know about this, and I don't want to say it out of your mouth."

Nalan Xiang'er could feel a killing intent flowing in the air, which was emitted by Jun Mohan.

She knew that when it came to Feng Sujin, Jun Mohan had murderous intentions towards her.

Nalan Xiang'er pursed her lips, ready to turn around and leave.

But when she walked to the door, she said, "People's lives are not theirs. Sometimes you always have to think about the people around you."

She believed that Jun Mohan would understand what she meant by this sentence.

When she walked out of the room, Nalan Xianger was blown by the cold wind and sneezed. She grew up so much, was cared for by her family, and was taught by her master. Only in front of Jun Mohan would she run into the wall again and again.

But she believed that one day Jun Mohan would agree with her idea.

She has been researching since she knew about the cold sacrifice disease on Jun Mohan's body.

She made her body into a medicine man, and every part of her body is a combination of elixir, even if her blood is incomparably precious.

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After Nalan Xiang'er left, Jun Mohan's expression remained frozen.

He looked at the document in his hand, but couldn't take it any longer.

Now the statistics of the number of people in the southwest, the statistics of the wounded, the ratio of the houses, and the subsequent home construction issues are not in Jun Mohan's mind.

The figures that flashed in his mind were all about Feng Sujin.

Nalan Xiang'er didn't say anything, he deliberately suppressed some of the emotions he missed.

Because sometimes the intense thoughts and the pain of lovesickness can't help him at all, it will only make him worry about Feng Sujin uneasy all day long.

So he doesn't think about it, and deliberately forgets it, so that he has the heart to do other things.

But today Nalan Xiang'er also mentioned Feng Sujin, which stimulated all the thoughts in his heart, like a surging wave, which could no longer be controlled.

He was covered up by the flood of misses.

Jun Mohan sighed, put down the documents at hand, walked to the window, and looked in the direction of the imperial capital.

It's very far away, and it would take several hours even by plane. I really don't know how Feng Sujin is doing now.

It would remind him of the last time he called.

At that time, he was a little angry because Feng Sujin didn't use the check he gave him.

Of course, he would be injured and some trivial things would have made him a little irritable.

And the most important thing is that Nalan Xianger actually came here, and he has no reason to drive her away.

It was as if he hung up the phone before he could say a few words.

Thinking that it was Hu's words and tone, Jun Mohan's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly got up.

He quickly took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Feng Sujin, at least to know if she was okay and if she was angry.