Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 1287: Flame Devouring Fan, repaired!

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Ye Qing lifted her lips and buried her face in his chest: "Well, I will wait with peace of mind."

"How is your body feeling? It's been two hours. It should not be as painful as before?" Di Moxuan's slender fingers rubbed the back of her head.

Take the heart and blood, which is extremely harmful to the human body.

Even Emperor Moxuan spent almost 20% of his profound strength in order to relieve Ye Qingluo's pain.

It can only relieve Ye Qingluo's a little bit of pain.

After all, the blood is taken from the heart, and the bone is taken from the body.

Ye Qingluo's painful little face turned pale when he took his heart.

But she kept biting her lower lip and didn't utter a painful moan.

Di Moxuan feels distressed and can't wait to bear it for her.

But, for Ye Qingluo's future, for Ye Qingluo to become stronger.

This pain must be endured.

"The body...is fine." Ye Qingluo replied softly.

There was a moment of silence, and finally he asked: "How long does this pain and uncomfortable feeling usually last?"

As soon as her voice fell, his shoulders were crushed by his big palms.

The man’s eager voice floated into the eardrum: "Where do you feel uncomfortable now? Is it still painful and uncomfortable here?"

His big palm was pressed in front of her Yuexun.

Ye Qing fell into a daze, raised his eyes and looked at Emperor Mo Xuan.

Before I can answer in the future, Di Moxuan has already taken her hand nervously and got a pulse: "After the heart is drawn, it will hurt at most for half an hour. Do you still feel the pain now? Where is it? Is it? My method of extracting the bones for you is wrong?"

A series of questions, like talking to himself, whispered from his mouth.

Looking at Di Moxuan's worries and guilt, Ye Qingluo couldn't say what he said.

For a long time, she lifted her pink lips and shook her head slowly: "It doesn't hurt. I just asked casually to see if I am different from other people who have taken my heart."

Di Moxuan shook the hand of her wrist and relaxed as if he was relieved.

His finger touched her Qingsi again: "If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, have you heard it?"

The tone that seemed to warn a child was extremely pampering and gentle.

Ye Qingluo's head buried in front of his chest nodded, lowered his eyes, and suppressed the complex emotions in his eyes.

The little plain white hand lifted up without a trace and placed it on his chest.

After drawing the bones and blood of her heart, she has always had a faint pain here, like the pain of a needle.

Until now, two hours have passed.

She is not as painful here, but there is still a...very weird feeling.

Is it... an illusion?

"Okay! That's it!"

A pleasant voice came from the side.

Tang Beiyu wiped the sweat from her forehead, and smiled in relief: "Finally, I did not disappoint your trust! The flame-devouring fan is repaired!"

Ye Qingluo's attention was immediately drawn over by the Flame Devouring Fan.

Ye Qingluo's fingers just touched the flame-devouring fan, and his whole body froze suddenly.

The moment the flame-devouring fan touched her fingertips, there seemed to be a kind of...

The feeling of the soul being shaken.

Like a fan of flames, it has merged with her soul.

I can clearly sense that the Flame Devouring Fan conveys a certain excitement to her.

Is this... the flame-devouring fan that was repaired with painstaking effort and bones?

The flame-devouring fan in the palm has the same touch and weight as before.

But it's obviously more refined.

Even Ye Qingluo's requirements were fulfilled intact.