The big boss of metaphysics is sick again, and Fu Shaoqi is lucky to continue his life

Another level of identity, a disciple of the Gu family's outer sect. At the age of 12, he became an apprentice of the Gu family's outer sect Songhe Taoist.

"Hey, this last one is obsessed with the boss."

Little Fuxing smacked his lips when he saw the last message.

Ling Yun herself was stupefied when she saw the last item. This junior is obsessed with studying herself?

What good research does she have?

"It's a pity that Gu Jijin's talent is only an outer disciple."

Said with rare aura.

When one person and one fish were talking, Lingyun's cell phone rang suddenly, and it was a string of unfamiliar numbers.

Lingyun answered.

There was a condensed male voice on the other end of the phone.

"Miss Lingyun!"

"The boss is Nightingale." Little Fuxing traced the IP information of the phone immediately.

The person with the little lucky bag?

Lingyun turned on the speakerphone and said, "It's me."

"Miss Lingyun, the third master is injured. I don't know why, and the doctors are all at a loss."

Nightingale also had no choice but to think of Lingyun.

He remembered that the third master was seriously injured before, and it was Lingyun who healed the third master. Even if the third master couldn't be cured, the third master liked this woman so much, and he should want to see Lingyun when he was dying.

There was a long silence on the phone.

Nightingale was heartbroken, and her tone was even colder: "Miss Lingyun, the third master has already transferred all the property under his name to your name, even if you can't heal the third master, it's because the third master has been treating you like an eyeball during this time I protect you to come and see the third master."

"address."

Lingyun's voice is very calm.

Nightingale was interrupted and said directly: "Someone has been arranged to pick you up, you just need to wait at home."

"Okay, take good care of Ajun."

Lingyun hung up the phone calmly, her fingers holding the snow-white smartphone turned slightly white.

Xiao Fuxing could sense the tension in Lingyun's body, and said, "Boss, the little lucky bag is protected by purple energy, so it will be fine."

"Little Lucky Star." Lingyun's eyes turned to Little Lucky Star empty-handedly, daze appeared in her dark eyes, she pointed to her chest and asked, "What do you mean it's annoying here?"

Little Lucky Star paused for a moment: "Boss, it's not annoyance, it's worrying, you're worried about Little Lucky Bag's body.

Lingyun raised her right hand and placed it on her chest. There was no rhythmic beating there, and she felt very irritable.

It turns out that this is worrying.

Little Lucky Bag, without my permission, you must have nothing to do.

……

At noon the next day, Lingyun followed Nightingale's men to Yuncheng.

Cloud City Forest Villa.

Guard posts are arranged around the villa, which is heavily guarded.

A black car carrying Lingyun entered the villa through layers of security.

Nightingale greeted her personally: "Miss Lingyun, you are finally here."

"Where's Ajun?"

Ling Yun's expression was calm, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

Nightingale was a bit unworthy of her master. The third master obviously treated Ling Yun with all his heart and soul, and wished he could hold her in his hands and raise her. Knowing that coming to Yuncheng this time would be bad luck, he specially transferred all the property under his name In the name of Lingyun, as a result, the third master was seriously injured and died soon. This person who was held in the hands of the third master was not even willing to pretend to be worried.

"Lead the way, I can save him."

Lingyun urged impatiently.

With a bad face, Ye Ying brought Ling Yun to Fu Xiuyun's room where he was recuperating.

The decoration style is mainly dark gray, the room is dark, and the heavy curtains block the sunlight from the outside.

Lingyun turned on the light.

Nightingale roared angrily, "Miss Lingyun, you can't turn on the light!"

It's too late to say this, it's already opened.

Under the white fluorescent lamp, lay a thin man on a dark gray bed. It seemed that because of the light, the man's body sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

click.

Nightingale turned off the light, and accused Lingyun in a bad tone: "Miss Lingyun, the third master can't see the light in his current body."

At that moment, Lingyun also saw the problem.

She said in a deep voice, "Nightingale, you go out, I can save the third master."

"What about you?" Nightingale obviously didn't believe it: "Miss Lingyun, I didn't ask you this time to save the third master, but to let the third master have you by his side in the last stage of his life."

Lingyun became impatient: "Go out."

"spirit……"

Nightingale just opened her mouth to retort, but when she lightened up, she had already appeared outside the door.

The door of the room was locked, as if something was holding the doorknob tightly, even if Nightingale had the key, she couldn't get in.

"Miss Lingyun! Miss Lingyun!"

inside the room.

Lingyun thought it was noisy, so he opened a barrier to isolate the outside sound.

"Big brother is a mysterious technique."

Little Fortune said.

From the moment it saw Boss Fu, it detected the traces of Taoism on Boss Fu.

Ling Yun didn't say a word, just sat on the edge of the bed, raised her jade hand lightly, and thousands of red mist came out from her palm, rushing towards Fu Xiuyun like a spirit snake.

The spirit snake danced wildly, and Fu Xiuyun's body also recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It lasted for a long time, until Lingyun's face turned pale, and the flurry of spirit snakes stopped, and obediently returned to Lingyun's hands.

Little Fuxing turned on the light, and seeing Lingyun's body gradually becoming transparent, he shouted anxiously: "Boss, your body?"

Lingyun raised her eyes and glanced at Xiao Fuxing, and said weakly: "It's okay, I'm a little exhausted."

Little Fuxing's body also began to shrink.

Lingyun simply dragged her shoes and climbed onto the bed, straddled Fu Xiuyun's abdomen, looked at the man under him who had gradually recovered his blood color, raised the corners of her lips, and swore happily: "You are my thing, no one can let you in without my permission. If you die, the way of heaven will not work!"

After finishing speaking, Lingyun slowly lowered her head and kissed those dry thin lips.

It is said that the mouth of a sick person is bitter, but Lingyun thinks her little lucky bag is as sweet as honey.

After the kiss was over, the originally transparent aura of the body had gradually recovered.

After expending a lot of effort, Lingyun fell softly on Fu Xiuyun's arms and fell asleep.

Nightingale finally opened the door of the room, and as soon as she entered, she saw the scene of the two embracing and sleeping.

Can aura really cure the third master?

Nightingale didn't believe it. For some unknown reason, he didn't break the harmonious scene, but went out quietly and closed the door.

Little Fuxing, who was hiding in the air, breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's quite interesting, but it's not good if it makes the big brother sleep."

……

As soon as Lingyun slept until night, she limply got up from the bed, and Fu Xiuyun was still in a coma.

The man had a nutrient solution hanging on one hand, and because he had been lethargic for too long, a lot of blue stubble had grown on his chin.

Lingyun lowered her head and pressed a kiss on the man's forehead, then left the room.

"What orders does Miss Lingyun have?" Nightingale stayed at the door 24 hours a day, looking at Lingyun hesitantly.

Lingyun: "Third Master is fine, take me to his office to have a look, and tell me the itinerary of Third Master by the way."

"Miss Lingyun, the whereabouts of the third master are kept secret..."?