A man just because you like it, he will help you to achieve it desperately. What kind of feeling can make a man be so obsessed with that woman
Xuan Cang didn't seem to have said any gentle words to me before that night.
Even in the following days, whenever I think of that night.
Under the dim light, he sat side by side with me by the river, and said to me in a gentle tone that I had never seen before, "Because you like it!" 'S scratched.
Some are crisp and numb, but they feel sweet and shy.
"Madam! In this issue of our magazine, we want to find some warmer..." Sister Zhou stood in front of me, holding some materials that she had processed beforehand in her hand.
My eyes were dull, my hands propped my chin, and the corners of my mouth were slightly upturned, giving me a sweet and obsessive dull look.
After coming back from this situation that night, I would often inexplicably appear in this state of'entering into concentration'.
Sister Zhou didn't know what was going on with me. She once thought that if I was sick, she asked me not to go to work to see a doctor.
On such a seemingly beautiful afternoon, the door of Yin Yang Magazine was suddenly violently knocked open from the outside.
Sister Zhou and I were taken aback and hurriedly got up from the desk and looked outside.
"Quick! Close the door! Open the enchantment!" Xuan Cang stroked his chest with his right hand, with blue-green blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth.
He was leaning against the door of Yin Yang Magazine, with his left hand propped on the ground, his expression was very embarrassed.
"My lord!" Sister Zhou reacted, and she floated to Xuan Cang's side.
"Xuan Cang!" I was also frightened by the situation in front of me, and hurriedly ran to Xuan Cang who was lying at the door.
Sister Zhou wanted to help Xuancang, but was pushed away by his brute force. "Leave me alone! Close the door and open the barrier immediately!"
"Yes!" Sister Zhou gave Xuan Cang anxiously, and finally stepped back and walked past me towards the inner courtyard. She glanced at me, "Madam! Your lord... I beg you!"
I nodded blankly, looking at Xuan Cang who was injured in front of me, standing in front of him dullly, I forgot to come forward to help him.
In my mind, Xuan Cang is the most powerful in this world!
But I never thought about whether he would be injured one day and appeared in front of me embarrassed.
"Go in!" Xuan Cang braced himself firmly and stood up from the door. He covered his chest with one hand, and staggered with the other hand to take my hand.
His hands seem to be colder than before, and his body is a bit distant, making my eyes feel a little sore.
"Let's go!" He dragged I want to walk to the inner courtyard, walked two steps and stopped, then turned his head and waved his hand at the gate. The two seemingly heavy doors closed immediately with a bang.
He looked down at me with a dazed face, and his long black hair fluttered around his forehead.
He took my hand again, his eyes were gentle. He said: "Don't be afraid! I won't let you have something to do!" However, it is him who is clearly wrong!
I lowered my head to avoid his sight. From the corner of my eyes, I could still see his left chest. While green blood was pouring out, there was also some blue and white aura.
I am very familiar with the luster. It is the luster that the Taoist priest that Xuan Cang and I met in the Huahe shopping mall a few days ago radiated from the magical artifacts on his body.
"My lord!" Sister Zhou stood in front of Xuan Cang with her head down, her face had faded from her usual kindness, and her ghostly look was restored.
Her eyes are dark, the corners of her mouth are bright red, and her thin fingers show terrifying forest green nails.
Xuan Cang lay halfway on the bench and took a nap with his eyes closed. "Everything has been arranged?"
"Yes!" Sister Zhou replied solemnly.
Xuan Cang still closed his eyes, as if suddenly thinking of something, stretched his hand over me who was standing behind him. "You still take her to find Jin'er!"
Sister Zhou and I both had surprised expressions on their faces, and I yelled displeasedly: "Why!"
Sister Zhou was obviously unwilling, but she just opened her mouth and didn't express the doubt in her heart.
"It's not safe here!" Xuan Cang looked at me with a deep voice. In the dark eyes, there are faint worries and reluctance.
I looked up at the wound on his chest. The wound there hadn't healed yet. As Xuan Cang moved, green blood would still gush out.
His flowing blue robe was already mottled and embarrassed. But it still looks so good on him.
"You will also say that it is not safe! Then we shouldn't leave you here alone!" I said angrily, suddenly resenting why I didn't tell Xuan Cang in advance that the Taoist priest had ten Yama's magical weapons on his body.
According to that day, Taoist priests quietly followed us behind and went to the restaurant several times to make trouble. I was afraid that he had been staring at Xuan Cang a long time ago, and wanted to leave him behind quickly.
Helpless Xuan Cang, although his mana is powerful, is afraid that it would be difficult to defeat the ten Yama's magic weapons, so he was injured by the Taoist priest!
Judging from his wound, that seemingly bead with some spiritual energy is indeed not to be underestimated.
"You..." My words made Xuan Cang stunned. He looked at me in surprise, his chest suddenly rose and fell together, and then he covered his chest and snorted.
"grown ups!"
"Xuan Cang!" Sister Zhou and I exclaimed, and I stepped forward to support him. Sister Zhou immediately stretched out her palm, and luck forced the wound on Xuan Cang's left chest.
"No—" Xuan Cang only yelled out a word in a hurry, and Sister Zhou was swallowed by the blue and white spiritual energy. The'bang' was bounced away for a long time.
I supported Xuan Cang and looked at him worriedly and unexpectedly. "how so?"
He shook his head, his face looked a little uglier than before. "I was injured by the Ding Lingzhu, so I can only heal myself. Until the spiritual power left in the wound dissipates, I will always...cough cough...I will remain injured!"
Xuan Cang was already a little difficult to speak, and hearing him cough, my heart seemed to be pricked by something.
If I told him that day that the Taoist priest had a magic weapon on his body, maybe he wouldn't make it like this! I am very self-blame, but self-blame is not helpful to the current situation.
"How long will it take you..." I stretched out my hand and gently brushed the wound on Xuan Cang's chest. Looking at the blue and white aura passing between my fingers.
His body trembled slightly, trying to prevent me from touching. But after seeing that the aura did not harm me, he sighed again and withdrew his hand.
Xuan Cang looked at me carefully, but did not answer my words. The big beads of sweat faintly appeared from his forehead. This was the first time I saw him. He had the same reaction as a person.
Turns out... Do ghosts sweat too!
"Why are you looking at me like this?" Without seeing Xuan Cang's answer, I looked up at him suspiciously. This raised his eyes coincided with his line of sight.