Ling Qing was looked at with disgust by Xuan Cang and I, and immediately dissatisfied: "What's the matter? What's the matter? I... How can I comfort you? How can you pay back..."
Xuan Cang noticed that my face was getting more and more ugly, and he glanced at Ling Qing with an aversion.
Ling Qing was looked at with disgust by Xuan Cang and I, and immediately dissatisfied: "What's the matter? What's the matter? I... How can I comfort you? How can you pay back..."
"Forget it! Don't comfort me! I hate it..." I muttered, but stopped looking at Ling Qing at the beginning.
Ling Qing like this seems to have returned to what it was before.
only…
Thinking of Lingqing's master, I don't know why, I always feel a little weird.
"Come on! Drink this medicine!" Thinking of Lingqing's master, he happened to walk in with a white porcelain medicine bowl in his left hand.
Looking at the medicine handed in front of me, I raised my eyes and looked at Tianji Dao Changlong's right hand in the sleeve.
After hesitating, Xuan Cang stretched out his hand first and took the medicine.
The medicine is Chinese medicine, and it smells bitter.
It is said that good medicine is bitter, but I really can't take it at the moment.
"Can I drink it later?" I looked at the medicine bowl and looked at Xuan Cang pleadingly.
Xuan Cang spoke, but didn't speak yet. Just listen to the Taoist Master of Heaven standing next to him: "No! This medicine has to be drunk while it is hot!"
Xuan Cang and I froze for a moment, and looked up at the Daoist Master of Heaven who was standing aside and staring at me drinking the medicine.
Tianji Dao Chang swallowed, and continued: "Drinking the medicine while it is hot is good, but it is not good when it is cold!"
He said verbally again: "You little baby! Do you want to heal the neck injury?"
I curled my lips helplessly, not wanting to listen to this old man talking. As a result, Xuan Cang held the medicine bowl in his hand, lowered his head and blew on his mouth, then licked with his tongue, and tried the temperature.
When I felt that the temperature was right, I immediately took a sip of the medicine and drank it clean.
Master Tianji nodded in satisfaction, and admired: "Yeah! Not bad! Not bad..."
I didn't know where to take out a candy on my left hand. The candy was an old-fashioned one, or it was wrapped in paper icing.
"Come on! Reward you a candy!" Tianji said with a smile, spread his left hand and handed the candy to me.
I looked at the candy in front of me, a little bit dumbfounded. This Tianji Daoist really treats me like a child.
Take medicine to watch, and reward candies after taking medicine.
"Thank you!" I looked at Xuan Cang helplessly, and not embarrassed to disobey the long meaning, stretched out my hand and took the candy.
Seeing that I took the candy, the Tianji Daoist immediately waved his hand. Said: "Okay! Alright! Take the medicine and take a good rest... Let's both master and apprentice, don't bother!"
As he said that he was leading Ling Qing, he withdrew from the room.
When they walked to the door, Ling Qing suddenly paused when he turned to close the door.
Noting Ling Qing's movements, I immediately looked at him. Question: "Ling Qing! What's wrong?"
Ling Qing looked down and hesitated, then said: "It's okay! You have a good rest!"
I watched Ling Qing walk out inexplicably. Looking at the strange furnishings in the house, I asked: "Cang! Where are we here? Why are we here?"
Xuan Cang squeezed my hand tightly, and faintly said sentimentally: "This is the place I found, the grave has been destroyed, we can't go back for the time being!"
Speaking of the house in the cemetery, I remembered what happened before I fell into a coma.
I asked: "What happened that day? Why suddenly..."
Xuan Cang stretched out his hand to interrupt me, and slightly condensed his brows and said, "This is a long story. You should rest first. I'll explain it to you later."
Seeing Xuan Cang saying this, I had to stop questioning.
I think the most helpless time in life is when you want to go out, but you can only hide at home and lie in bed to recuperate. Then he looked out the window in a daze, thinking about when he could go out.
People are always like this, time flies quickly when you are happy. When you are sad, time can only be described as suffering.
After three days of recuperation in the house, it seemed like a year to me.
Sometimes I walked out of the room and looked at the empty outside, missing the figures of Xuan Cang, Ling Qing and Taoist Master Tianji.
I always feel empty in my heart, as if I'm just an outsider who has been concealed, and they are not together with Xuan Cang.
They have their affairs to discuss and their goals are struggling. And I... more like an accessory under the fence.
Feeling the residual pain in my neck, I stood at the window and looked at the north wind blowing outside.
The weather is really cold, but the snowflakes are late to the future.
I stared blankly, watching the occasional figures walking outside. Looking at the shrunken figure downstairs, the size of an ant in my eyes.
I was staring outside in a daze, when the door of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
"Have you really decided to give the magic artifacts to those two Taoist priests?" Such a voice came from outside the door.
Hearing the human voice, I immediately looked back.
I saw a crimson like this, and a blue robe Xuan Cang came in from outside.
As shown, the house I was looking for this time was very large, and I lived in a wealthy area. Usually when Xuan Cang and the others are away, I always feel very empty, and I feel more and more lonely and cold.
Now I finally heard the human voice, and my mood suddenly improved a lot.
Xuan Cang entered the door and watched me lying in front of the window. With the window open, my face and nose were flushed with cold.
He hurriedly walked over, pulled me away from the window, and then quickly closed the window and closed the curtains.
"Why is your hand so cold?" Xuan Cang touched my hand, and his brows wrinkled immediately.
In fact, I am a little curious, because Xuan Cang has no temperature on his body, how does he know whether my hands are warm or cold
No matter how cold he is, I should be warm with the cold feeling on his body!
I smiled, holding Xuan Cang's hand with my backhand. Said: "I'm fine!"
Xuan Cang slightly bent over and hugged me from the ground. I walked to the bed and stuffed me in a thick quilt.
I was a little helpless, and wanted to tell Xuan Cang that I was really fine.
When I saw the exhaustion in his eyes, I couldn't bear to argue with him anymore and let him distract me again.
I pursed my mouth and swallowed back what I wanted to say.
Ru Shi watched from the side, watching Xuan Cang hug me back to the bed, pinching the quilt for me.
"Heh!" She chuckled with her arms around her chest.
I looked at it with embarrassment, and smiled apologetically at her.
When she saw that I was looking at her, she was taken aback. The smile on his face faded, he let go of his embracing hands, turned and walked outside.
Looking at her back, I was stunned for a moment, and I didn't know if I did something that made her hate it.
"As shown!" I called out.
As shown, he stopped and looked back at me: "Yeah!"