Feng Wuyou squatted down and twisted those things.

It's smooth and you can't tell anything for a moment.

She continued to walk towards the lake and checked in the lake.

Still nothing has been gained.

The lake water formed by Lingquan looks very ordinary, and there are many fish in the water. The fish look different from Tianlan, but there is nothing wrong with the biological populations separated by a sea.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that she is really not affected by the spiritual spring water.

She was so close that she was still soaking in the spring water at the source, and she was not uncomfortable.

After being by the lake for a long time, Feng Wuyou checked everything he could view before walking back.

When I walked to the place where I parted with Lu Yin and others, I saw Huijiu and Cheng Zhijie taking people to the lake.

"Empress!"

Seeing Feng Wuyou walking back, Huijiu rushed forward.

"Is there any discomfort in the empress?"

With an anxious look on his face, he kept looking at it.

As a barbarian, he did not dare to get too close to Lingquan.

The Lingquan waterway was dug by our ancestors and occasionally blocked. People who dredge Lingquan have to change it every half an hour, otherwise they will not be able to stand it.

This will happen if you are still some distance away from Lingquan, let alone Feng Wuyou goes to the source.

Cheng Zhijie also rushed over, and his face turned pale.

This wilderness is really not a fool.

Seeing them like this, Feng Wuyou shook his hand: "I'm fine, go back first."

She doesn't care about Lingquan, and no one else can do it.

It will definitely be harmful to your body if you feel so uncomfortable. Let’s leave here first.

After walking back for a long time, the faces of the person who came to look for him slowly changed.

Cheng Zhijie had a bitter face: "Empress, you'll make it clearer next time you come out, which scares Cheng to death."

Feng Wuyou said he wanted to see the Lingquan. He thought it was a pond for water. Who would have thought that Feng Wuyou would come to the source?

The emperor is so sick now. If something happens to the Queen, will he still survive?

"I try my best."

Hearing this answer, Cheng Zhijie's face became even more bitter.

What's the difference between saying this and not saying it?

But he also accepted his fate. When will the Empress behave in accordance with the rules?

If so, they would have died at Fairy Pass.

"The Empress has really reached the source of the spiritual spring?"

Lingquan is powerful, and no one can get close to them. Cheng Zhijie always thought that Feng Wuyou could do anything, and still didn't believe in this matter.

"arrive."

Feng Wuyou responded lightly: "A big lake, nothing special."

Cheng Zhijie said, "The Empress is indeed a chosen person, no one can reach the source of the spiritual spring, and the Empress arrives easily, just like a person who is fine."

"Has the Empress found out what?"

This issue is also what he cares about the most.

"No."

Feng Wuyou's voice was calm and he could not hear any ups and downs.

Hearing this, Cheng Zhijie frowned. The source of the spiritual spring was so mysterious. He thought he could find something, but in the end, there was nothing.

The reason for the cause of Lingquan Water was not found, Feng Wuyou didn't want to talk more, and Huijiu and Cheng Zhijie didn't go to fight him together and returned to the tribal camp together.

As soon as he got back, he ran into the guard who was waiting anxiously outside.

"Empress, you are back!"

Feng Wu was worried: "What happened?

But the emperor is uncomfortable?"

The guard reported: "The emperor still had the previous symptoms, but he woke up and kept looking for the empress."

Because I couldn't find it, I had already smashed a lot of things.

They followed Xiao Jinglan for many times and had never seen Xiao Jinglan like this.

I wanted to say something else, but Feng Wuyou had turned into a afterimage and disappeared with a whoosh.

In the room, Xiao Jinglan leaned half against the head of the bed, his face was so white that it was almost transparent.

He gasped but refused to lie down again, his eyes stubbornly opened and looked at the door.

"Your Majesty, you'd better lie down for a while. The Empress said that lying down can relieve dizziness..." Yun Jiu was almost crying, and Xiao Jinglan got up like this. No one said anything was good.

But he felt very uncomfortable when he sat. If this continues, his illness might worsen than before.

"Xiao Jinglan!"

Suddenly, a sound came from the door. Yun Jiu heard it and breathed a sigh of relief.

Queen, you are back.

If he doesn't come back, he wants to apologize for his death.

Hearing this voice, Xiao Jinglan's expression lit up immediately. Without saying anything, he leaned to the side and started to retrench violently.

"Zhenlan..." Feng Wuyou hurried over and patted his back, asking for water and a veil.

After Xiao Jinglan finished speaking, he asked him to rinse his mouth and gently wiped the corners of his mouth with a veil.

"Isn't you asking you to rest well, why are you so disobedient?"

Feng Wuyou was both distressed and angry.

The symptoms were very serious and I didn’t have a good rest. This man wanted to anger her to death.

Xiao Jinglan pursed his lips, and a little aggrieved in his expression.

"You won't be with me."

The voice is low, like a child who has made a mistake but feels wronged.

Having used to seeing Xiao Jinglan's cold and majestic appearance, the sick Xiao Jinglan had a different kind of beauty.

Feng Wuyou wanted to be stern again, but he couldn't hold on and lay down again, holding Xiao Jinglan.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have been with you."

No matter whether it was her fault or not, it was only her fault for Xiao Jinglan's appearance.

Moreover, she did delay for a long time. She never thought that Xiao Jinglan, who suddenly fell ill, would feel panic if she couldn't see her.

Xiao Jinglan became much more stable, holding Feng Wuyou's hand and laying down on the bed.

"It's so uncomfortable?"

Feng Wuyou pulled away the hair on his face, and the heartache in his voice almost overflowed.

They came to the wilderness and had many things to do, but she didn't want to think about anything for the time being, and just hoped that the person she loved would be free from illness or disaster.

Xiao Jinglan nodded in a slight whistle.

The torture this time was really too great, and he didn't even have the energy to respond to Feng Wuyou's worries.

"Not afraid..." Feng Wuyou held his hand: "I asked, Cheng Zhijie and the barbarians said that the symptoms will be gone in at most three days. When you get better, I will make more delicious food to nourish your body."

She said nothing to Xiao Jinglan. She listened to Xiao Jinglan's breathing gradually smoother, and then she felt relieved.

Xiao Jinglan has never been so weak.

Sometimes she would also wonder what this man would look like when he was weak and whether she would take the opportunity to bully him.

I really saw it, I only feel distressed.

She thrust her hands and wanted to go out and see if there was any other way.

As a result, I couldn't get it out.

Xiao Jinglan also held her tightly when she fell asleep. As soon as she twitched, Xiao Jinglan's eyebrows would frown.

Feng Wuyou couldn't bear to slap again.

How long did he sit and wait before she came back?

Must be exhausted.
To be continued...