Rong Xian rubbed the beads on her wrist, her eyes swept over Ling Juncong with a little deep meaning, thinking about the idea of refining this person into a puppet doll, he would have his own consciousness and his own body, but he His mind and body will be out of his control.
It seems very interesting.
But this person is a member of the family, which makes her unhappy.
That's all, let's take a look later, maybe Hanxi will like it.
Rong Xian seemed to have opened the door to a new world. The corners of her brows and eyes were filled with the joy of children discovering novel toys.
The ignorant Ling Juncong followed her foolishly, and was diligent in his busy schedule. It can only be said that the ignorant are fearless.
The conversation between the two stopped, and their footsteps stopped.
Rong Xian looked up at the tiny stream of water flowing down from a height. It was hard to imagine that this place was a beautiful waterfall thirteen years ago.
Once, it was full of children's laughter, birds and insects, and Caiyi's pharmacy was also planted in this fertile land.
Now there is only a piece of unmanned field left. Looking around, all the wild grasses are surging. The smile on Rong Xian's face disappeared, and her tone was inexplicably heavy: "Just here."
Ling Juncong was a little puzzled. He was about to ask where this place was when he saw Rong Xian holding a silver needle between the tip of her right finger. The silver needle quickly slid across the wrist of her left hand, and the dark red blood dripped onto the grass.
Her movements are not fast, after all, she is only a mortal, how can she be faster than a monk's vision. But she didn't hesitate, and this unpleasant speed was just enough for Ling Jun to never stop her.
"Rong Xian." Ling Juncong exclaimed.
Rong Xian was not injured when he was chased by so many monks, but now he was injured right under his eyelids, which made Ling Juncong's expression cold and his face full of anger.
This person's hand is to diagnose the pulse and save people, how could it be hurt!
Rong Xian held up her bleeding wrist, her clear eyes were full of gentle tolerance, and her expression was a little dejected: "Jun Cong, sorry, I can't help you."
She lowered her eyes and looked at the weeds on the ground. The withered weeds frantically absorbed the blood emitting a faint golden light, and the huge vitality in them made them instinctively want to capture them.
Ling Juncong's anger was extinguished by this pitiful expression. He followed Rong Xian's line of sight. After the grass on the ground absorbed Rong Xian's blood, the scene of vigorous vitality was very familiar. He didn't quite understand Rong Xian. meaning in words.
Isn't this nice? Why does she apologize
But the next scene made Ling Jun sweat out from his forehead. When the turbulent weeds grew to their extremes, they suddenly melted like snowflakes irradiated by the sun, and finally disappeared.
"What's the matter?" Ling Jun asked in a hoarse voice.
His hands trembled a little, and his heart was filled with joy.
Fortunately, he didn't secretly get some Rong Xian's blood to treat Yue'er, otherwise Yue'er's fate would be no different from this weed.
I am afraid that no one would have thought of such a bizarre scene. Ling Jun swallowed his saliva, but still did not take his eyes away from the weeds that had disappeared in front of him. He asked, "Why does the sword emperor's blood have such a situation?"
Rong Xian wiped the wound on her wrist with her fingertips, and the wound healed instantly, with no traces visible.
She took out another handkerchief from her bosom and wiped off the blood on her wrist.
After wiping, a flame emerged from the palm of the hand, burning the handkerchief to ashes.
Only then did she look at Ling Juncong, her eyes were still clear, but like a deep sea, with a hint of melancholy: "Have Juncong heard of 'shading'?"
When she said this, she looked at Ling Juncong intently, as if she wanted to get something from his expression, but it was obvious that Ling Juncong had never heard of it.
Ling Juncong asked blankly, "What is sunshade?"
The storm gathered in Rong Xian's eyes dissipated in an instant. She was silent for a moment, and said faintly, "I have been poisoned by a poison called sunshade. The scene you saw was also caused by sunshade."
Ling Juncong's expression changed, Rong Xian didn't give him a chance to ask questions, she took two steps forward, touched the blade of grass lightly, and said in a tone that couldn't tell the sadness or joy: "This kind of poison makes people never Touch the sun, and once it is hit by the sun, the consequences are what you just saw, and it will be ashes."
"But you can." Ling Juncong emphasized seriously.
This poison can't shine in the sun, but Rong Xian is in the sun now.
The corners of Rong Xian's mouth are slightly raised, her eyes are soft and not hazy, and there is a sly slyness in her eyes: "Jun Cong, I am a doctor. A doctor can not only cure and save people, but also detoxify."
She pondered for a moment and seemed to organize the language: "Since I got sunshade, I have tried to detoxify. But obviously, I failed."
She didn't have any depression when she said failure, just like she said that she was poisoned, softly as if it was not worth mentioning.
"Shade has no antidote." She said suddenly.
Ling Jun suddenly shrank from his pupils, took two steps towards Rong Xian subconsciously, and stopped again.
Rong Xian didn't seem to see his gaffe, and said slowly: "I used countless Zhiyang medicinal materials to refine five burning flower pills, each of which can restrain the sun for five days, and after five days, the sun will return. Come. But Zhuohua Dan can't be used continuously, it will burn people's internal organs, only the interval of one month can heal the pain caused by the burning in my body."
After a pause, she looked up at the bright sunshine in the sky and said softly, "Today is the fifth day."
Lingjun looked at Rong Xian from Zhuo'er, the man turned his back to the sun and looked at him, the light blurred the man's expression, blurred the man's body, at this moment Rong Xian was illusory and frightening, as if an inadvertent It will vanish like a weed.
"Rong Xian." Ling Juncong listened to his voice and said firmly: "There will be a way, and the sunshade will definitely be solved."
He could not forget that this man was holding the sunshine in his hands on the cliff, as if he had grasped the satisfaction and happiness of everything. I can't forget that when this person looked at the sun, he didn't care about his burning eyes, and he was full of nostalgia even if he was tearful.
"I will find a way." Ling Juncong repeated.
His eyes are sincere, and his attitude is firm, as if nothing can make him change his mind.
Ling Jun also thought so in his heart. He dared not imagine that Rong Xian could only hide in the darkness for the rest of his life. Those warm and clear eyes should be full of warmth, and should not be covered by coldness and darkness.
Rong Xian rolled her eyes, smiled warmly, and sighed, "I believe in you."
A passionate person will always do something incomprehensible for the person he loves.
From the first moment she saw Ling Juncong, she sensed that Ling Juncong was carrying great luck.
She is virtuous and has been entangled with karma for a long time, so she is slightly sensitive to such ethereal things.
Rong Xian: I don’t want to smile at all, okay (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
(End of this chapter)