Suddenly, Mo Huasong's eyes opened: "Today is the 25th of the lunar calendar, and her Shenyin veins are about to attack again."

Mu Fanxuan's face became paler and paler. His face was twitching just now, and now his whole body was twitching. The pain was simply beyond description.

Mo Huasong didn't know why, but seeing Mu Fanxuan in such pain, the softest part of his heart seemed to be touched.

He walked to Mu Fanxuan and was about to check on her current situation, but he didn't expect to hear her hysterical cry: "Mo Huasong, get out."

Mu Fanxuan could be seen clenching her hands tightly in pain, veins protruding in her white skin, and her eyes red, which showed how severe pain she was enduring.

Mu Fanxuan didn't want Mo Huasong to see her in her most embarrassing state, otherwise he would laugh at her for being useless and continue to say that she had no brains.

When Mo Huasong saw Mu Fanxuan was so stubborn, he couldn't help but secretly sighed: "Why do you want to die? You should scream when you need to scream, and cry when you need to cry."

I don't know why, but when Mu Fanxuan heard Mo Huasong say this, his heart suddenly softened, and his tears could no longer be controlled and flowed down.

"It hurts." Mu Fanxuan lay on the sofa like a little woman and said in pain.

She has to experience this miserable pain on the 25th of every month. This kind of pain and pain cannot be felt by others.

Originally, she was going to take leave today and stay at home to prevent others from seeing her miserable state.

But because of what happened that night, Ma Jun continued to harass her, and the Mu Group asked her to sit in the company again.

As soon as more things happened, she forgot that today was the 25th of the lunar calendar, so she let Mo Huasong see her miserable side.

Mo Huasong looked at Mu Fanxuan sympathetically: "If you cry, the pain will be alleviated."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Huasong stretched out his right hand to hold Mu Fanxuan's pulse gate. For a moment, his brows tightened.

This stupid woman lied to him that day that there was no illness on the 25th. Judging from her current physical condition, her Shenyin meridians are very serious and she can only live until the age of 25.

Mo Huasong no longer hesitated and immediately untied Mu Fanxuan's clothes.

"Mo Huasong, are you still a human? Taking advantage of my discomfort, you want to harm me?" Mu Fanxuan glared at Mo Huasong.

"Stupid woman, shut up, I'm helping you relieve the pain." In just a moment, Mo Huasong took off Mu Fanxuan's coat, revealing a body as attractive as milk.

Mu Fanxuan scolded: "Mo Huasong, I don't want you to help me. Even if I am in pain, I won't let you see my body."

"You bastard, you are despicable, you are shameless, let me go." No matter how Mu Fanxuan scolded Mo Huasong, he remained unmoved and just stared at Mu Fanxuan's divine yin veins.

This divine yin vein is just below the dantian, which is also the most important place close to her. Why doesn't Mu Fanxuan get angry?

Mu Fanxuan would rather die than let Mo Huasong belittle her.

Seeing that Mu Fanxuan was still yelling at him, Mo Huasong waved his right hand lightly, and a soft air blade fell on her body. Not only could she not move, she could not speak.

Mo Huasong meditated silently, then gently tapped Mu Fanxuan's Shenyin vein with the index finger of his right hand, and a stream of true energy rushed into it.

The Shenyin meridian is a special and unique meridian that is rare for hundreds of millions of people. It cannot be cured by Mo Huasong if he wants to.

He must have great strength and find the Nine-leaf Sun Grass, both of which are indispensable.

It would be possible for him to be strong enough to treat people within two years. But finding the nine-leaf Tianyang grass would be extremely difficult, like climbing to the sky.

Not to mention a low-level interface like the earth, it is difficult to encounter even in the world of cultivation and even the Blue Meteor system.

Could it be that Mu Fanxuan is going to die in two years? Thinking of this, Mo Huasong felt an unspeakable feeling deep in his heart.

A woman with Shenyin veins has both blessings and misfortunes. As long as Mu Fanxuan's illness is cured, her future cultivation will be very terrible, and it can be said that she will make great progress with each passing day.

After Mo Huasong continued to deliver Qi into Mu Fanxuan's body, Mu Fanxuan felt that the pain in his body had eased a lot, and he was no longer as terribly miserable as before.

Mu Fanxuan quietly opened her eyes and saw that Mo Huasong's face was pale and bloodless due to treating her, and hot sweat continued to appear on his forehead, and she felt a ray of warmth in her heart.

Since she took over the Mu Group, she has appeared as a strong woman in front of others, and no one has seen the bitterness behind her.

Especially on this day of the month, the pain seemed to kill her. No one knew it, and no one could understand it.

But now Mo Huasong disregarded his own body and worked desperately to treat her, which touched the softest part of her heart.

Although she hated Mo Huasong very much, she seemed unable to hate him anymore.

She wanted to tell him that she wasn't in so much pain anymore and that she didn't need to treat her anymore and that he wouldn't have to work so hard.

But she was restrained by Mo Huasong, so how could she speak out?

After about ten minutes, Mo Huasong slowly withdrew his right hand.

Now his face is even paler and his clothes are soaked.

Mo Huasong tapped Mu Fanxuan in the air, and she could move.

"How are you?" Mu Fanxuan looked at Mo Huasong worriedly.

This is the easiest pain she has experienced since she was sensible. It would be great if the 25th of every month could be as easy as today.

"Stupid woman, get dressed first before you speak." Mo Huasong suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Mu Fanxuan's body.

Although she still had a little bit of a fig leaf on her body, her convex and concave figure was very arousing and made him feel hot all over her body.

But who is Mo Huasong? How could a once-proud Immortal Lord shake his strong cultivation intention because of women?

He hurriedly suppressed the heat in his body and his eyes looked very cold.

"Ah." Mu Fanxuan then remembered that Mo Huasong had taken off his clothes and he hadn't put them on yet.

Mu Fanxuan, who was in a hurry, put on his clothes in a hurry, blushed and spat: "Mo Huasong, it's all your fault."

Now she didn't have the expression that she was about to fight Mo Huasong just now, and her beautiful little face was blushing very attractively.

Just now, Mo Huasong's hand was always near that important place of hers, which really embarrassed her to death.

"Big breasts and no brains." Mo Huasong glanced at Mu Fanxuan's chest. "I was just helping you."

"Then my illness is cured?" Mu Fanxuan felt that his body no longer hurt.

"No, I just want you not to feel pain this time. It will be like this next time." Mo Huasong shook his head. "It will be good for you to eat more Yang-nourishing foods in the future."

When Mu Fanxuan heard Mo Huasong scolding her again, the slight favor she had towards him disappeared again.

This disgusting smelly man made her so angry.

"I don't know what nourishing food is." Mu Fanxuan glared at Mo Huasong.

"Mr. Xie, come in." Mo Huasong called outside.

When Mo Huasong was practicing, he knew that Xie Wuchou had been waiting outside.

Xie Wuchou outside heard Mo Huasong's call and gently opened the door. He saw a blush on Mu Fanxuan's face. As a person who has been here before, he knew what happened here just now.
Chapter completed!