Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Wen Yan, Song Yiping put her flat, took a bowl of Ling snake soup to her side, then lifted her up and leaned in his arms, carefully feeding a small mouthful of mouthful.

Looking at the snake soup flowing down the corner of his mouth, Song Yiping could not help but be anxious. She couldn’t eat if she passed out, so she couldn’t feed it.

After thinking about it, he took a bowl of a snake soup and then leaned over and used his mouth to transfer the snake soup to her mouth.

Feng Jiu, who was on the side, was drinking soup, and when he saw the scene in his eyes, he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. This kid!

Xuanyuan Moze faintly glanced back and took a look back. He asked Feng Jiuqi: "Would you like to add another bowl?"

"Have you eaten?" Feng Jiu asked. When he saw that he didn't speak, he smiled and said: "If you don't eat, you should eat a little. This soup is now rich in flavor and is pure."

She laughed and finished drinking the soup in the bowl, and took a bowl and handed it to him.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Moze took the hand and took it.

After Song Yiping fed a small bowl, he saw the faint eyelashes twitching gently, and then slowly opened his eyes. The pair of calm and unwavering eyes appeared confused when they saw the people in front of them. The color.

"A flat?"

Her voice is very weak, and if she is weak, she will not hear it.

"It's me, Aling, I am back." Song Yiping looked at her with red eyes, and her voice was sobbing as if something was stuck in her throat.

"I must have died before I can see you." Her eyes were empty and her voice muttered. She was burned to death by the fire and was burned to death by her people.

She must have died, only to see the person who is thinking of the heart, she must have died, and did not feel the pain when the flame burned.

"No, you are not dead, Aling, you are fine, Mrs. Ling saved you, you are still alive." Song Yiping said quickly, and then she was helped, so that she could see Feng Jiu on the side.

"Look, this is Mrs. Ling, she saved you."

Ye Ling’s empty eyes fell on the Tsing Yi woman on the side of the fire. A woman she had never seen before, did she save her? She can save her under the eyes of the eight families, she must be a very powerful person.

"Thank you."

Thanks a little, the tears in the corner of the eye also slipped. Her tribe was going to burn her, and a woman she had never met saved her.

Feng Jiu looked at her and said: "Let's drink another bowl of soup! Make up the body." He said, looking at Song Yiping.

"Right, drink a bowl of soup and warm the body." Song Yiping said, he quickly took a bowl of soup and carefully fed her.

After drinking the soup, she was unable to withstand the toughness of her body and fell asleep in the heart of Song Yiping. Watching her sleep, Song Yiping could not help but look at Feng Jiu.

"Mrs. Ling."

Feng Jiu got up and came to her side to check it. For a long time, she had a touch of surprise in her eyes. She said: "She is pure Yin, but now this body is extremely delicate and bloody, it is like... ..." She meditated, staring at Ye Ling thoughtfully.

"What is it like?" Song Yiping could not help but ask.

Feng Jiu did not answer him, but came to the side of Xuanyuan Moze, and said: "French, you said, is there a ghost that can hide in her body?" She felt that her body was not quite right.

Xuanyuan Moser looked at her, and then his eyes fell on Ye Ling.