Jian Xiuyun slowly opened his eyes, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of his eyes, as if separated by a layer of fog, he couldn't see anything clearly.
He frowned suspiciously, but before he could realize what was going on, his wrist was suddenly grabbed, which made him painful.
Then a cautious voice came from the side.
"Master".
His mind was still dazed for a while, and it took him a while to realize who the owner of the voice was.
Then, the tragic scene on the stage was recalled, and Jian Xiuyun closed his eyes again.
"Master, drink some water."
As soon as he finished speaking, a warm spoon touched his lips. Jian Xiuyun immediately turned his head and pressed his lips tightly.
Seeing this, Kan Wenxiao passed the bowl in his hand to the palace man next to him, and then pressed it against his palm.
Jian Xiuyun wanted to hide, but felt powerless for a while, so he could only let him hold her and pour spiritual power into his body.
Soon, the body exuded bursts of warmth, and the pain on the side of the neck subsided.
But he still didn't open his eyes, he just wanted to sneer in his heart, if he was so kind, why didn't he break his seal.
But of course he wouldn't ask.
He thought he would die, but unexpectedly he was still alive. Although he didn't go back to the old path of his previous life, this life was more tiring than the last one.
Jian Xiuyun suddenly missed himself in his previous life. He was cold and indifferent, and he didn't care about anyone, so he wouldn't feel sad for anyone.
Thinking of this, he thought of Lin Liaoting again.
Although spoiled and stubborn, she grew up by his side for two whole lives and respected him wholeheartedly.
But he couldn't save him.
He thought that Kan Wenxiao would not be so cruel no matter what.
But it was just what he thought.
"Master." Kan Wenxiao's voice came again.
Jian Xiuyun's throat moved slightly, no matter how unbearable it was, he resisted the pain of being pulled at his neck, looked at him and said, "Go out."
Kan Wen Xiao was startled, silent for a moment, then nodded slowly, got up and walked out.
Jian Xiuyun closed his eyes again.
"Brother Immortal."
Suddenly, Jian Xiuyun seemed to hear Xiao Xi'er's voice.
Although nourished by Kanwen Xiao's spiritual power, his spiritual veins were sealed, and now he is like a mortal, without water for many days, and his consciousness has become blurred.
He thought it was an auditory hallucination, but the next second, there was another "Brother Immortal", with a wet voice, as if he was crying.
Jian Xiuyun tried her best to open her eyes, and turned her head to the side only to find that the person standing by the bed was really Xiao Xi'er.
She was tugging at his fingers carefully, crying.
Jian Xiuyun wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed. The wound on his neck was torn due to his actions, and blood oozes from the white gauze.
When Xiao Xi'er saw it, she cried even harder, "Brother Immortal, are you going to die..."
Before she finished speaking, she was stopped by a male voice, "Shut up!"
Only then did Jian Xiuyun realize that Kan Wenxiao was also here.
He instantly understood Kan Wenxiao's intentions, closed his eyes and turned his head away.
When Kan Wenxiao saw his appearance, a tinge of anger ignited in his heart, but he didn't dare to touch him. He just reached out to the palace man beside him, and someone immediately handed him a bowl of porridge.
Kan Wenxiao handed the porridge to Xiao Xi'er and said, "Feed him to drink."
Xiao Xi'er looked at him with some fear, reached out to take the porridge, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and cooled it carefully, and then brought it to Jian Xiuyun's lips.
"Brother Immortal, eat some."
Jian Xiuyun ignored it.
Then I heard Kan Wenxiao say: "Could it be that Master has forgotten how Lin Liao Ting died?"
When Jian Xiuyun heard this, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Turning to look at him, looking at him with hatred mixed with helplessness.
"In the end what you want?"
Kan Wenxiao seemed to be scalded by his gaze, and turned his head sideways, his voice was forced to be cold, "If you don't want her to die, just drink the porridge."
Jian Xiuyun looked at Xiao Xi'er and almost gritted her silver teeth, but finally opened her mouth and let her feed it.
For several days, under Xiao Xi'er's care, Jian Xiuyun's health gradually improved, and he could even sit up, but he still couldn't speak loudly.
Kan Wenxiao came every day, but he just sat for a while without speaking, watching him leave after eating.
Today, Kan Wenxiao sat aside and watched him eat as usual.
Jian Xiuyun was already able to eat by herself, but her throat was sore, and she couldn't swallow some food. After a few mouthfuls, she put down the bowl and chopsticks, and refused to eat any more.
Kan Wenxiao also didn't leave, looking at him quietly.
Jian Xiuyun avoided his gaze, as if he didn't see it, and looked out the window. The temperature suddenly dropped last night, and it snowed again.
At this time, a palace official came in suddenly and whispered to Kan Wenxiao, "Your Majesty, Lord Nie is here."
Kan Wenxiao nodded, and soon the curtain sounded, and a middle-aged man walked in.
He knelt down and bowed, got up and was about to report, when he saw Jian Xiuyun at the side, hesitating, he heard Kan Wenxiao say: "Speak."
"Yes." The man replied.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, General Zhao achieved great victory yesterday, and all the remnants of the first eight sects hidden in Fushan were captured. Their leader is the sect leader of Xu... the former Xuyu, how should we deal with it?"
When Jian Xiuyun heard the words, he suddenly raised his head.
The head of Xu Yujian is Yu Shaozhi.
He looked at Kan Wenxiao with pleading eyes.
Kan Wenxiao also looked back at him, with a slight smile on his lips, and said, "Finish the meal."
Upon hearing this, Jian Xiuyun had no choice but to pick up chopsticks and start eating.
His throat tugged at the wound, and he seemed to taste a faint smell of blood again.
Only then was Kan Wenxiao satisfied, and replied, "Close it for now."
"Yes." Nie Chao replied, and then retreated.
Jian Xiuyun ate the last mouthful of food with all his strength, drank tea and rinsed his mouth, then got up, endured the discomfort and walked in front of him, asking, "What are you going to do with them?"
Kan Wenxiao's posture remained unchanged, and he looked up at him. It was clearly Jian Xiuyun who was standing, but he still seemed to be crushed.
"Look at Master's performance."
Jian Xiuyun closed his eyes weakly, and threatened again, one after another, endless threats.
"How do you want me to behave?" When Jian Xiuyun opened his eyes again, there was undisguised boredom in Jian Xiuyun's eyes.
Kan Wenxiao seemed to be stumped and fell silent.
Seeing this, Jian Xiuyun approached him step by step with a sneer, and asked again: "Say it! How do you want me to behave?"
The voice was too forceful, and the gauze oozes blood again.
Kan Wenxiao sensed that he was wrong, immediately frowned, and hurriedly called: "Master."
Standing up to support him, he slapped him away, "Don't call me Shizun!"
Jian Xiuyun looked at him, his voice was hoarse, but he still said forcefully: "Kan Wenxiao, you acted as if you cared about me, but trapped me here like a caged bird, threatening and hurting me again and again During this time, you killed Liao Ting in front of me and threatened me with Xiao Xier, is that what you care about?"
Jian Xiuyun's voice was so excited that the wound opened. He simply tore off the gauze and let the blood flow down his neck.
Kan Wenxiao's pupils dilated instantly, and his voice was urgent, "Don't talk, I'll bandage you up."
Jian Xiuyun, on the other hand, covered the wound indifferently, and stepped back while laughing, "Don't worry, I still have something to say, maybe after I finish speaking, you won't want to bandage me anymore."
Seeing that he was really agitated, Kan Wenxiao had no choice but to stop first, and coaxed him to say, "Okay, then speak first and keep your voice down."
Seeing his concerned look, Jian Xiuyun sneered, and suddenly asked: "Wen Xiao, do you really know what it is that you like about me?"
"Is it me, or the kindness I treated you in a short while?" The pain in the neck seemed to spread to the limbs, and every sentence seemed to be slow, but there were tears on his face.
Kan Wenxiao was stunned by his question, and before he answered, he heard him continue: "Then let me tell you, everything I did in a short while before was all pretended by me, and I have always been lying to you. Never been sincere."