Su Qinwu listed a bunch of delicious foods. After saying that, she saw Yun Wanzhao without responding, and then she realized that the patient could not eat his wife's greasy food.

All of this cannot be eaten.

She blinked embarrassedly: "Why not eat it or steamed spirit fish?"

Yun Wanzhao didn't want her to go to Wujie City to buy it, and replied: "Just as simple as that."

Su Qinwu was not satisfied with the answer: "Dad, don't do this. Just tell me what you like to eat."

Yun Wanzhao was slightly stunned: "I..."

What does he like to eat?

He didn't know either.

He has no requirement for food.

For a long time, as long as the food is not poisonous, he is willing to eat anything.

However, the like Su Qinwu mentioned made him suddenly remember an old past.

Once when he was tried by Poison Shengti, Poison Sheng was cooking the spiritual rice porridge. The white porridge was bubbling in the stove, and a light fragrance wafted out.

He looked at the stove with his eyes eagerly, thinking that the Poison Sheng would give him a bowl of porridge.

But the Poison Saint gave him only one poisonous weed.

Then, the Poison Saint served a bowl of porridge and waited for his poisonous hair while drinking.

Just then, Su Qinwu's puzzled voice came from her ears: "Dad, why don't you speak?"

Yun Wanzhao came back to her senses and met her exploratory eyes. He pulled the corners of his lips with difficulty: "Let's white porridge for spiritual rice."

Su Qinwu replied: "Okay."

Then she asked again, "Is there anything else?"

Yun Wanzhao shook her head.

Su Qinwu said: "You take a break for a while, the food will be ready soon."

A quarter of an hour later.

Su Qinwu ran to his bed and asked, "Dad, are you getting up for dinner? Or should I bring it to you to feed you?"

Although Yun Wanzhao became her father, her face was not thick enough to let her serve and eat, especially since he had recovered from his exhaustion, and said, "I'll get up and eat."

Su Qinwu immediately reached out to him: "Dad, I will help you."

Yun Wanzhao was silent for a while and got out of bed with her hands.

His hands were cold, and he held them in his hand as cold jade as jade. Su Qinwu was slightly stunned and quickly took off the robe on the shelf next to him and draped it on his body.

His middle robe was black and his outer robe was black. His figure became thinner and his face became paler, as if the wind would fall down.

Su Qinwu looked at her heart and felt heartbroken: "Dad, can you leave by yourself? I will carry you?"

Yun Wanzhao: "...No need."

Does he seem to be so weak?

He slowly moved to the flower hall to sit in Su Qinwu's worried eyes.

The meal has been set on the table.

Su Qinwu couldn't just let him eat spiritual rice white porridge. In addition to the porridge and steamed spiritual fish, there were four or five light side dishes and a stewed soup, all of which were still steaming.

Su Qinwu was like a hardworking little bee, helping him serve porridge and wanting to help him cook vegetables.

Yun Wanzhao couldn't even hold the chopsticks, so she refused her cloth dishes and asked her to sit down and eat with him.

Su Qinwu didn't eat much, and most of the time she looked at him: "Dad, is the food suitable for your appetite? Will it be too light?"

Yun Wanzhao asked, "Did you make it yourself?"

Su Qinwu shook her head: "No."

Seeing him looking at her, she felt a little embarrassed: "It's okay if you want to eat what I made by myself. I have several recipes. I'll go and learn it later and I'll be able to eat it tonight."

Above the Divine Realm, Chongyuan: "..."

No!

He had never eaten the dishes she made himself!

Fortunately, Yun Wanzhao refused: "Time should be used to practice well."

Su Qinwu was worried about being scolded by him and hurriedly said, "I practice hard every day! I am not lazy at all! My cultivation is the highest among my peers!"

Yun Wanzhao smiled: "Be good, eat."

Su Qinwu had a good meal.

Yun Wan watched her have a big meal, her movements were not as gentle as usual, but instead she was a little childish. It seemed that after treating him as her father, she seemed to have become a well-behaved daughter who was full of admiration for her father, exuding a childish spirit he had never seen before.

He was in poor health, and no matter how good the meal was, he was tasteless, but seeing how delicious she was eating, he couldn't help but eat an extra bowl.

After drinking the porridge, he was about to put down the spoon when suddenly his body felt a strong pain.

Bang!

The spoon fell to the ground and broke into several petals.

Su Qinwu, who was drinking the soup, suddenly looked up: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Yun Wanzhao didn't want Su Qinwu to see her embarrassment and pain, so she immediately wanted to get up and go back to the room, but in an instant the pain dominated his whole body, so painful that he just wanted to bend down.

He subconsciously grabbed the window frame next to him.

Click!

The window frame was also broken by him.

Su Qinwu jumped up and held him up: "Dad, I'll take you back to the room."

Yun Wanzhao wanted her to leave, but he couldn't speak.

Su Qinwu didn't give him a chance at all, and reached under his knees and hugged him horizontally with the princess hug.

Yun Wanzhao: "..."

As long as he opened his mouth, all the irresistible moans overflowed.

He didn't dare to touch her, for fear that he would break her arm when he couldn't control himself.

He could only stiffen his body and let her carry her back to the room.

Above the divine realm, Chongyuan's expression is hard to describe.

Thirty years Hedong and thirty years Hexi.

Before, every time she was tired and paralyzed, he would use this position to carry her back to Heng Palace.

As a result, she learned it and used it on his spiritual body.

This is the first time he was hugged by a princess!

He is tall and has long legs, so he hugged Su Qinwu in this position, and Su Qinwu seemed to be dependent on others.

On the other hand, Su Qinwu was holding his spiritual body and couldn't hold his head and feet-but Su Qinwu was the Sword Emperor no matter how she said that, she felt uncomfortable in Yun Wanzhao, so she immediately supported his long legs with her spiritual energy and held them all the way to the bed.

Then, she helped him take off his robe and pull off his shoes, and covered him with a quilt: "Dad, are you feeling very uncomfortable now? Is there any way to relieve it?"

Yun Wanzhao couldn't speak, but just grabbed the railing with her hands, turned over and buried her face in the soft pillow, so that she could not see the ferociousness on her face.

Even so, his body was still curled up in severe pain, and within a short while, Lingling's cold sweat soaked her black middle clothes.

Su Qinwu felt very distressed when she looked at her.

She finally found her father, but his father could no longer cut the world with one sword like before.

He could only lie in the bed, and was helplessly suffering from the disease.

She must find a way to save him!

Su Qinwu held Yun Wanzhao's wrist.

Her hands were soft and warm, as if the only comfort in the coldness and pain. Yun Wanzhao subconsciously grabbed her with her back with her back in her consciousness, and the force was so strong that she almost crushed her wrist bones.

Su Qinwu originally wanted to check his body, but when he grabbed her, she immediately took a breath of air conditioning in pain.

She wanted to pull her hand back, but he held it too tightly and couldn't move at all.

what to do?

She couldn't watch him in pain.

Su Qinwu thought of a rebellious thought came out in her heart and asked weakly: "Dad, can I knock you out?"
Chapter completed!