Chapter 1168 Don’t want his child (4)

Caiwei held her forehead: "Damn it, it's that haunting Saknu again, it's so abominable!"

The long-browed man said eagerly: "Master, don't be angry. How about I go to Liaodan and kill that Saknu, so that he won't always worry about you?"

Caiwei said: "No, have you forgotten what happened to the parrot last time? He is so powerful that you are no match for him. Besides, Saknu grew up drinking the milk of the divine tiger of Tianlun Mountain. Even Turtle The immortal's medicinal powder is of no use to him. If you try to kill him, you might risk your own life before you even get close to him!"

Changmei said: "What should we do? Is it possible that there is nothing we can do to deal with him?"

Caiwei thought for a while and said: "He can't hinder us for the time being, and these childish tricks can't do anything to me. That barbarian is difficult to deal with. Let's not take the initiative to provoke him. It would be best if he can just stop. If he makes another move, we will find a way to deal with him!"

Changmei nodded. Although he was unwilling to do so, he still remembered the scene when the parrot was almost beaten to death by Saknu. That scene really left him with lingering fears.

Therefore, after hearing the master's instructions, it obediently returned to the space.

Caiwei dragged Heruda out of the door, kicked him onto the street, and ignored him.

It was already past the third watch, and she was tired. After taking a bath in the hot spring, she went to her boudoir to sleep!

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It’s almost 4th update

Mo Zili woke up. At this moment, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

People can no longer take care of themselves, and they have to rely on others for even the most basic food, drink, and toilet. This makes him, who has always been cold and proud, deeply frustrated.

At this moment, his nominal wife was sleeping on a bed not far from the couch. Because she had no worries, she slept deeply and snored sweetly from time to time. The man called her twice. Didn't even hear it.

Seeing that she was sleeping so soundly, Mo Zili couldn't bear to scream anymore. He struggled to get up. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got up, the severe pain from his ribs made him feel like he had been stabbed by a sword, and his head suddenly popped out. Cold sweat comes.

After struggling for a few more times, he finally got off the ground, carefully pressed the injury on his ribs, and walked little by little toward the inner clean room.

For an injured person, relieving himself is definitely a huge project. By the time he finished relieving himself, he was so painful that his eyes were filled with stars.

If it were anyone else, he would probably have to wake up his wife and come over to help. But Mo Zili is a proud man and does not want others to see him in such a useless state. Besides, he has always felt guilty about Xiangyun. , so I couldn’t bear to wake her up.

Gritting his teeth and reluctantly washing his hands, he covered the wound again and slowly moved into the house.

When he reached Babu's bed in Xiangyun, his lips turned white from pain and all his strength was exhausted. When he reached Babu's bed, he held on to the bed board and slowly knelt down, thinking Take a break and gather some strength before leaving.

On the bed, Xiangyun was sleeping soundly when she suddenly heard a heavy breathing sound, and then, a burst of hot air hit her face, as if someone was approaching her.

She opened her sleepy eyes in confusion, and immediately saw Mo Zili's sweaty face, which was just above her face. Xiangyun was startled, and said "ah" and slapped her in the face like a reflex. Go over and yell, "Get out of here!"

"Snapped----"

The slap was crisp, loud and unambiguous. Mo Zili was hit so hard that he tilted his head and almost fell down.

After beating the person, Xiang Yun came to her senses. She sat up suddenly and looked at Mo Zili, who was as pale as a sheet of paper, clutching his ribs and sweating profusely. Then she realized that she had misunderstood him. He was so seriously injured. It was difficult to even stand, so how could Meng Lang have any thoughts?