He handed the medicine in front of her and said, "Saint, you are awake, drink this medicine quickly, although the young master has healed all the wounds on your body, the lost blood still has to be made up. No, sigh, the young master is also true, wouldn't it be good to unblock your power directly, it's so troublesome."
"Saint?" Leng Yetong frowned slightly at this title, and reached out to take the medicine in the boy's hand. After confirming that there was no problem, he drank it, put the bowl aside, and looked suspiciously at the person in front of him. Xiaotong asked suspiciously, "Saint? Are you talking about me? Or the Xing'er in his mouth? Who the hell are you?"
"The saint is talking about you, and Xing'er is talking about you." The little boy said it as a matter of course, and then he seemed to suddenly remember something, patted his head, smiled naively, and said, "Yes, I forgot that you still No memory has been recovered. We are descendants of the Nuwa clan, immortal, immortal, and supreme mana. Murong Xing'er is the saint of our clan, that is, your last life, and we are a pair with our young master. A partner that people envy, but something went wrong a thousand years ago, the saint fell into reincarnation, and the young master has been looking for you for a thousand years, and only found you a few days ago, confirming your identity, you see, you Isn't the power contained in the body the best evidence?"
"The power contained in my body?" Leng Yetong frowned slightly, she hadn't discovered any extraordinary power over the years, she thought about it, frowned, and asked suspiciously, "Could it be the talent of rhythm? And extraordinary resilience?" From the moment she was born, it was the body's instinctive response, able to understand any rhythm, and to remember the notes clearly in just one pass, and she had an extraordinary rhythm. talent. And from childhood to adulthood, no matter how many injuries this body has suffered, it only takes three days to fully recover, and there is no scar. This is what has always puzzled her. Is what this kid said true
"That's it." Xiaotong smiled and said cheerfully, "You are a descendant of the Nuwa family and the Fuxi family, so you not only have the resilience of the Nuwa family, but also the Fuxi family's attainments in rhythm. Forget it, You may not understand this. When the young master gives you Fuxiqin, you will remember everything, and your strength will come back. If I have nothing to do, I will go down first. Take a rest, I'll bring dinner and medicine in the evening."
Leng Yetong didn't say a word, and lowered her head not knowing what she was thinking about, Lan Ling flattened her mouth, shrugged her shoulders, then backed out and gently closed the door of the room. Sitting up from the bed, he turned the magnolia ring on his right index finger with one hand, rolled his eyes, got up, opened the door, and walked out.
When I walked out of the room, I saw a piece of green that was out of season, green willows, green grass, and some weird, um, green flowers that looked like green peonies. no. Stepping on the soft green grass, walking forward, raising his hand to touch the trunk of a willow, an inexplicable sense of familiarity arises spontaneously.
Beichen Moxuan has been watching everything silently about her, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes are full of love, and the Fuxi Qin in his hand also resonates, as if calling out to someone in the distance. Beichen Moxuan stroked the Fuxiqin in his hand and said gently, "Don't worry, you will be back to Xing'er soon."