Dream
Is it the experience of them getting along in the fantasy world
Ning Yishu stood in the potion, and the pain of those potions to repair his body could not affect him.
He saw a bronze mirror behind her, his face was gray, his hair was gray, and he didn't look like a fantasy.
Just as Ning Yishu was about to avoid turning his face, a beautiful and fair hand grabbed his face fiercely.
Bai Weiwei's eyes were cold and pure, reflecting Ning Yishu's face.
She said in a stressful tone, "A Ning?"
Ning Yishu only felt that his heart was being pulled out and torn apart. If he hadn't abolished his spiritual roots, he would have been glad that Bai Weiwei remembered everything about the two of them getting along in an illusion.
But now, he wanted to avoid her so much.
In fantasy, he protects her powerfully, but in reality, he is worse than trash.
But Bai Weiwei refused to let him bow her head. She was impatient and reached out to grab his wet clothes.
Only then did Ning Yishu react, grabbing her hand fiercely, looking up at her, and her tone became complicated.
"Master..."
Bai Weiwei said coldly, "Are you An Ning? Did I go to the illusion labyrinth when I was in the secret realm? Did you bring me in?"
Ning Yishu was most afraid of her knowing this.
Because it means she knows that he once wanted to kill her.
Bai Weiwei's fingers slowly crossed his eyebrows, followed his cheeks, and gently landed on his lips.
Her voice softened, "The dream I had was long. In the dream, you were like an omnipotent powerhouse. You grew up with me and guarded me since I was a child."
Ning Yishu's body trembled slightly. In the fantasy world, although she was special to him, he didn't dare to imagine that he could have such a high position in her heart.
Bai Weiwei fell into memory and became tender, "When I was at my worst, you were by my side. When I was in the worst crisis, you were still by my side. When I was in a mess, you were still by my side..."
Ning Yishu's expression also softened.
However, Bai Weiwei suddenly pinched his chin hard, "So you are a death star, why am I always unlucky when you are by my side."
Ning Yishu was speechless: "..."
Bai Weiwei stretched out her hand and pressed him heavily into the water, "So you troublemaker, give me a good obedient bath and wash away the damn bad luck on your body."
Ning Yishu took several sips of the potion, and the pain was almost unbearable.
Suddenly a peaceful and supple spiritual power flowed through his limbs.
The pain is gone in an instant.
Bai Weiwei used a spell to stagnate and float in mid-air, leaning on the edge of the tub, putting her hand on his shoulder, and lazily combing his body so that the potion could be better digested in his body.
Ning Yishu was pressed into the potion, and from time to time she would be pressed down to take a few sips.
He labored to say: "Master, it's useless, my spiritual roots have been destroyed, and my body has been destroyed, so..."
No amount of drugs can make him normal.
Bai Weiwei said coldly, "It's too long-winded."
After he finished speaking, he pushed him into the water again.
Over and over again, the potion was finally digested, and she lifted him, who was dying, and threw it out the door.
"Go away, come and serve me tomorrow morning."
Ning Yishu was sitting on the ground, her wet body was dried up by her magic.
The gray hair has also started to shine because of some drugs.
His movements were a little sluggish, and he slowly stood up from the ground, his expression still seemed a little dazed, but his eyes were no longer dead.