fire.
There were flames everywhere, and it seemed that even the sky was dyed blood red.
Into the ears are bleeding, fighting, wailing, crying.
The sword sank into the gun, and the scream pierced the eardrum.
He huddled in his mother's arms, the tongue of fire devoured his skin greedily, his whole body trembled in pain, but he couldn't even utter a sound.
Jian Xiuyun didn't pass by this time.
He and his mother were swallowed by the fire and burned to a handful of ashes.
Then snow fell, and large flakes of snow fell on him, so heavy and so cold.
He seemed to be frozen into a piece of ice, and even his breath was mixed with chills.
It was getting colder and colder, so cold that he was desperate.
I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was a hint of warmth, little by little at first, and then more and more. The warmth enveloped his whole body, tore apart the coldness, and pulled him away with all his might.
He finally escaped.
Kan Wenxiao opened his eyes suddenly, panting heavily, his eyes were crazy and confused, and it took him a long time to regain his composure.
The senses gradually recovered, and the first thing he noticed was the continuous heat coming from his right hand.
He turned his head and saw that Jian Xiuyun had one arm half-bent, with his head resting on it, and the other hand was holding his hand, sending spiritual power to him, and fell asleep just like that.
Kan Wenxiao sat on the bed and let him lead him. The warm spiritual energy continuously entered his body, conveying warmth.
The fear, confusion, and confusion in the nightmare just now subsided at this moment.
The wooden carved tallow window is not completely closed, so you can get a glimpse of the sky outside. It seems that it is just after the unitary hour. The sky will be dark, and the setting sun will be accompanied by the afterglow. There are two or three tired birds flying by, which should be the return of each other. .
Kan Wenxiao looked at Jian Xiuyun's sleeping face, and suddenly there were many emotions in his heart that he couldn't explain clearly.
Sourness is mixed with tension, joy is entwined with timidity.
It made my heart tremble.
After a long time, he approached Jian Xiuyun hesitantly, tentatively, and carefully, put his arms around Jian Xiuyun very lightly, put his head close to his ear, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Master, you can beat me and scold me, Don't want me."
When Jian Xiuyun woke up, it was completely dark.
This sleep was too long, and my head was much dizzy.
He stretched lazily, and just as he sat up, he heard Kan Wenxiao's voice from the side, "Master, you're awake."
"Yes." Jian Xiuyun replied lazily.
When she looked up, she realized that Kan Wen had woken up at some point, and was sitting on the chair beside the bed looking at him.
And I don't know when I fell asleep on Kan Wenxiao's bed.
"Master, do you want some water?" Kan Wenxiao asked.
Jian Xiuyun:? ?
It's the other way around, isn't Kan Wenxiao the one who was injured? Now what is the situation.
He glanced at the thick gauze on Kan Wenxiao's hand, quickly lifted the quilt, and said in a puzzled tone, "Why did I sleep on your bed? You are still injured, come and lie down."
Kan Wenxiao held him down, "It's just a hand injury, so you don't have to lie down all the time."
"Oh, that's right." Jian Xiuyun rubbed his eyes, went to wash his face, and sat down opposite Kan Wenxiao after he regained consciousness.
"By the way, I went to the kitchen today and asked them to stew some blood-enriching soup. Drink it quickly." Jian Xiuyun said, opened the earthen pot, and poured out a bowl.
The soup was already a little cold, so he warmed it up with spiritual power, and then put it in front of Kan Wenxiao.
"Okay." Kan Wenxiao lowered his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his nose, trying to block the smile from his eyes, then picked up the spoon and drank slowly.
Seeing that he drank with gusto, Jian Xiuyun asked curiously, "Is it delicious?"
Kan Wenxiao looked up at him and nodded seriously, "It's delicious."
Jian Xiuyun couldn't suppress his curiosity about the dark soup in his bowl.
So I made a bowl for myself.
The moment the soup entered his mouth, Jian Xiuyun felt that his facial features were distorted, it was too bitter, and the soup seemed to be alive, and quickly captured the territory in his mouth, domineeringly encroaching on his taste buds.
Jian Xiuyun hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth so as not to spit it out.
A glass of water was handed over at the right time, Jian Xiuyun didn't even look at it, and poured it directly into his mouth, the bitter taste in his mouth gradually faded.
After getting more comfortable, Jian Xiuyun looked at Kan Wenxiao with horror.
He pointed to the bowl in front of him, his fingers trembling, "You think this is delicious."
Kan Wenxiao nodded with a smile, his expression did not seem to be fake.
Jian Xiuyun was confused, did he really treat Kan Wenxiao so badly before? What exactly did I let him eat when I was a child.
So much so that now I actually feel that this thing is delicious.
Really, too fantastical.
No wonder Kan Wenxiao took revenge on him so much in his previous life, did he have such a miserable life when he was a child
Or did he pretend to be delicious on purpose, just to trick himself into taking a sip? Jian Xiuyun thought of what he had done before, and thought very meanly.
In order to prove her own thoughts, Jian Xiuyun began to concentrate on feeding.
After Kan Wenxiao finished drinking a bowl, he immediately poured another bowl.
After a while, Kan Wenxiao drank a crock pot of decoction by himself.
Jian Xiuyun looked at the empty earthen jar and swallowed it. It seems that Kan Wenxiao was not lying to him when he said it was delicious.
It's his villainous heart.
Jian Xiuyun finally felt a little bit of guilt in his heart. He raised his head, with a touch of pity in his eyes, "Wait a while, Master will take you to eat something good."
Although I don't understand why Jian Xiuyun said that suddenly.
But Kan Wenxiao naturally wouldn't refuse, and agreed immediately.
The decoction was also finished, and Jian Xiuyun helped him change the medicine again, and his task was considered complete.
So he picked up the earthen pot on the table and went back to his room.
I slept too much in the afternoon and couldn't sleep at night.
To pass the time, he randomly took a storybook from the Qiankun storage bag and read it.
This story is about the cliche story of a flower spirit from the demon race and a human boy who fell in love with each other, but because of their different races, they went through various obstacles and setbacks before they finally got together.
The only thing that left a clear impression on him was the boy's master.
A staid, mean, no-nonsense obnoxious image.
Life and death refused to agree with them to be together, so he imprisoned the young man and even almost killed the flower demon.
In the end, he was knocked down the mountain by the unbearable boy and fell to his death.
The more Jian Xiuyun watched, the more familiar the plot became.
After closing the book, I realized in horror that the male and female protagonists in the book are not like Kan Wenxiao and that little monster You Zhinian.
And he, isn't he the unlucky master who insisted on breaking them apart.