Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Mu Ziling's words were stuck in his throat by Long Xiaoyu's staring gaze.

In an instant, the huge bedroom became extraordinarily quiet, and the atmosphere seemed to become ambiguous again.

Long Xiaoyu sat up, with a soft smile on his brows, he slowly retracted, but instead, there was an unpredictable deep meaning in his eyes.

His breath was warm and soft, lingering on Mu Ziling's cheeks one after another, and he moved his head closer to her bit by bit.

However, without staying silent for a few more seconds, Mu Ziling shook his head almost invisibly, subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover Long Xiaoyu's face that was about to come closer, and was about to speak again.

However, Long Xiaoyu held the little hand covering his mouth with his backhand, and directly imprinted a shallow hickey on the delicate and tender back of his hand.

Mu Ziling withdrew her hand angrily, frowned instantly into the word 'Chuan', and glared at him with feigned anger: "Say it or not? You really have something to do, right?"

The more he was like this, Mu Ziling felt that his heart was being hung up and down by a rope, and there was an indescribable discomfort.

A flash of pity flashed in Long Xiaoyu's eyes, he stretched out his slender and fair fingers, smoothed Mu Ziling's tightly furrowed brows, and asked softly, "Silly Mumu, why do you love me so much?"

"En!" Mu Ziling's face was serious and serious, without thinking for a second, he nodded without hesitation, and hurriedly said, "Hurry up, what's wrong with you?"

If it were normal, she would still stubbornly refuse to admit it, and would not let this evildoer be proud, but now she doesn't want to joke with him at all, she just wants to know what happened to him.

It's rare to see this stubborn little woman admitting so straightforwardly, Long Xiaoyu's heart is very happy, looking at Mu Ziling's expression on his face, a good-looking smile slowly appeared on the corners of his lips.

Ever since the mother and concubine had an accident, what did he care about, what did he worry about...these two words would never be thrown at him by others falsely or sincerely.

After his concubine mother left him that year, he no longer needed anyone's care and worry, and he didn't care too much.

But at this moment, being so cared and worried by the little woman in front of him, he was extremely rare, extremely rare.

A long-lost but very different kind of warmth suddenly and inexplicably hit Long Xiaoyu's cold heart, causing the corners of his upturned lips to widen.

At the end, looking at Mu Ziling's earnest look at him and worrying about him, Long Xiaoyu couldn't hold it back, and actually let out a low laugh, forgetting to answer for a moment.

"Long Xiaoyu!" Seeing that he was still smiling, Mu Ziling became anxious, staring at him for a moment, with a hesitant tone: "Is your body..."

"It's okay!" Long Xiaoyu stretched out his hand to rub her little head, took her little hand and attached it to his heart, and said calmly: "...It just hurts here occasionally, and it will be fine when it's over. ,It's fine!"

Although it is extremely rare for this little woman to care, how can he be willing to see her so anxious and worried?

It turned out that not long ago, his body was really in pain.

Mu Ziling suddenly felt a suffocation like a choke in her throat.

Thinking about it carefully, if Long Xiaoyu called it pain, and if it made him so painful that his expression changed, what kind of pain would it be?

Furthermore, even though he tried his best to cover it up in front of her, there were still painful flaws exposed, how painful would that be?

Heartache? There is also occasional pain, which means that the pain is always with him?

fine? It hurts like that, how can it be all right?

Now, Mu Ziling also understood——

It turned out that on the horse that day, she accidentally bumped into his abdomen, but he said his heart ached. It turned out that he was not pretending, it was true... His heart hurts.

Thinking of this, Mu Ziling's heart ached. She was suddenly at a loss, and her words were incoherent: "But I just took your pulse, and you are obviously fine...Why did this happen? Why didn't you tell me earlier , since when—"

Mu Ziling hadn't uttered the last word 'painful' when all kinds of scenes that happened after they returned from Wuling Grand Canyon suddenly flashed frame by frame in her mind.

After coming back, he was trapped in the mansion for three days until now, although Long Xiaoyu's performance was no different from usual, but thinking about it now, there are still many loopholes.

During the three days after he came back, he and she stayed in Yuhan Palace, only she was bored and doing nothing.

And during those three days, Long Xiaoyu spent most of the time sitting cross-legged in meditation, except for eating and sleeping with her.

The most important thing is that Long Xiaoyu hugged her to sleep on time every night, and then she fell into a deep sleep.

Just like when he taught her martial arts when she was asleep, he only knew that he was always by his side, hugging her very tightly, but he didn't know what he was doing and what he was enduring alone.

Wuling Grand Canyon was the place where they met half a year after they separated, and during that half year Long Xiaoyu went to find Yu Zhixin because of her.

Feather Heart!

For a moment, Mu Ziling's eyes lit up, as if she understood something, she grabbed Long Xiaoyu's arm, and asked hastily: "Yu Zhixin, did it start when he was looking for Yu Zhixin? Was it because Feather Heart?"

Long Xiaoyu couldn't help laughing, he hugged Mu Ziling into his arms, lowered his head slightly, and rested his chin on her head, as if helpless, as if sighing: "My foolish Mumu, why does this little head turn around?" So fast? Why can't you be more stupid."

Hearing his words, Mu Ziling knew that her guess was right.

Sure enough, it was because of Yu Zhixin... because of her!

Why did Long Xiaoyu go to Yu Zhixin silently before?

She didn't know what he went through to find Yu Zhixin, and what he endured, but she knew that what he experienced and what he endured was all because of her.

At this moment, where is Mu Ziling still feeling dull and distressed? It was so self-blame and guilty that it throbbed in pain, so painful that she wanted to cry.

Long before this, she had already noticed his strangeness, but every time he cleverly changed the topic and threw her thoughts away, how could this man be so bad?

Even though there were many thoughts in her heart, Mu Ziling didn't panic anymore, no matter what to do in her heart, she still forced herself to stay calm.

Long Xiaoyu is neither sick nor injured, but what is going on?

Mu Ziling was extremely puzzled, she raised her head, stared at Long Xiaoyu, and asked seriously: "Why is this happening? Is there any way to cure it now?"

The fact that he couldn't feel the pulse also showed that he didn't really have a heart problem, which made Mu Ziling both lucky and helpless at the same time.

Fortunately, he didn't really have a problem with his heart.

What is helpless is that she has nothing to do with the pain he has to bear now, and she can't even help him relieve the pain at the most basic level.

In fact, how did Mu Ziling know that she is the best painkiller for Long Xiaoyu when his heart hurts.

"Accidentally got into Yu Zhixin's evil spirit." Long Xiaoyu carelessly played with Mu Ziling's black and smooth hair, said very casually, and comforted her softly: "This pain is not for your man. It’s nothing to say, don’t worry, huh?”

It's nothing... Mu Ziling didn't like this and glared at him angrily.

Long Xiaoyu smiled suddenly, he really loved her angry little appearance.

"It's not that there is no solution." Long Xiaoyu sighed helplessly, a look of sorrow flashed in his deep eyes, and his voice was low and thought-provoking: "Now there is someone who can cure me."

"Who?" Mu Ziling frowned.

How did she feel that when Long Xiaoyu mentioned this person, the gleam in his eyes seemed to have a hint of hatred for iron?

Long Xiaoyu stared at Mu Ziling evilly, the meaning in his eyes was obvious, but he hummed coldly: "Who dares to cure the king?"

This tyrant is simply sacred and inviolable, look at this arrogant and smelly temper is really there, there is really no one else.

Mu Ziling was stunned and didn't understand for a while, but when she saw Long Xiaoyu's eyes full of meaning, she pointed to herself and asked with some uncertainty: "You mean, treat me?"

"Otherwise?" Long Xiaoyu snorted twice, looked at her as a matter of course, and asked, "Who else could there be besides you?"

Mu Ziling twitched the corners of her mouth, feeling extremely depressed.

Dare to love, she is what he said... no, the unsteelable iron in his eyes?

"How to cure it?" Mu Ziling blinked, asked puzzledly, and said complainingly: "If I could cure it, why didn't you tell me sooner? You have been in pain for so long..."

If she could cure him, she would naturally be happy.

The point is, he is not sick or injured, and her pulse is normal, so I really don't know how to treat it.

Moreover, she also wanted to know, how did she fail to become a master?

This time, Long Xiaoyu didn't answer right away, but looked her up and down, then stretched out his hand to pinch the slender bones of her body left and right, pinching again, almost eating up the tofu.

hateful! Talk as long as you speak, why do you still use your hands and feet... Mu Zi glared at him angrily.

Long Xiaoyu chuckled amused by her appearance, thought for a while, and then said lightly: "Based on your current skill, let's increase it by another five percent."

"What?" Mu Zi immediately straightened his back, and suddenly there seemed to be an insurmountable gap in front of him.

Although she has never been lazy about practicing martial arts, but now she has a few catties, can she still not know?

Besides, this 50% may seem small, but in reality, how much mental strength will it take to increase steadily?

Suddenly, Mu Ziling's eyes flashed, and she grasped a key point, as if she had already thought of something, she asked expectantly: "You mean, you can be cured if you have a high skill?"

Long Xiaoyu didn't seem to see her shining expression of hope, so he nodded, noncommittal.

After receiving Long Xiaoyu's affirmation, Mu Ziling bit her lips and asked tentatively: "Letian and their skills are much higher than mine, can they..."

It's not that she has no confidence in improving her skills, and she has always been the most diligent about improving her own abilities, and she dare not fall behind for a minute.