From then on, Xiao Yingying stayed in this Beihai palace and healed her wounds with peace of mind. During this period, the man named Liu Song who rescued him was always taking care of himself.
Xiao Yingying didn't say a word of thanks to Liu Song once, thinking in her heart, Daeen didn't say thank you, and she would always have the opportunity to return the friendship this man gave him in the future. Although Xiao Yingying was young, only nine years old, she had lived in the palace since she was a child, even if she was well protected by her father, the queen and the queen, she had never seen anything dark in the palace.
It is precisely because she has a pair of parents who love her deeply, she is a person who values friendship more than anyone else.
Nowadays, Xiao Yingying knows the top priority, and she should take care of her injuries. When the injury was almost healed, no matter what, she had to think of a way to worship Mo Wei's door.
Otherwise, it is useless to think too much, because in the face of absolute strength, she who has no power for a while, wanting revenge or something is simply a cloud, infatuated dreams. Because she is too weak now. For those enemies, crushing her to death is simply easier than crushing an ant!
Thinking about this, Xiao Yingying couldn’t resist the drowsiness once again. The fatigue caused by her injuries, even with the various elixir Liu Song asked from his master, she still needs it. More time to cultivate.
Xiao Yingying's incident may be a relatively ordinary thing for Mo Wei, even though the phantom ring he was carrying reacted to Xiao Yingying's touch, he also ruled it out because of the impossibility of the matter. possibility.
But Xiao Yingying's appearance was an important person to Gong Lingye. Because this will be a person who will play a big role in her reunion with Bei Chenjue in the future. Although she is now, she still doesn't know. The cogs of fate, no matter what the circumstances, still favor Gong Lingye. Even if someone secretly controls all of this, even if the organs are exhausted, they can't resist the arrangement of fate. It should come, and it will come.
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Since eleven waking up from a coma, he has been forced to stay in his room. Even though he has been insisting to Gong Lingye that he is much better, Gong Lingye just doesn't allow him to go out!
This has been the case for several days in a row. Not only that, Gong Lingye also specially ordered Li Wushuang to arrange for him to drink all kinds of elixir to restore his body.
Even people without EQ would know that Gong Lingye didn't want to go out again on November.
Even if Gong Lingye didn't say anything on the face, he would definitely come to check his injuries that could not find any problems before going out every time.
With emotion in Eleven's heart, he didn't say anything to go out, and started to cooperate with Gong Lingye. When a patient lay down, no matter how many thoughts he thought, it might be a little funny in his heart.
"Eleven, your kid has been around for so many days, shouldn't it be time to get up?" Zhou Wenbin carried Gong Lingye in his hand before going out and asked him to send the nutritious soup to push the door in, winking and watching his face clearly ruddy. Up eleven.
Eleven was reading a book in his hands. There was no lying in bed like Zhou Wenbin said. Hearing Zhou Wenbin’s voice, he calmly put down the book and took it through Zhou Wenbin’s hands. Even if they were far apart, they still smelled it. To the fragrant soup.
"What kind of soup is it this time? It's really fragrant!" After saying that, Eleven even sniffed the nose vigorously, but did not smell what it was, but still made a particularly enjoyable expression on his face, who The person named Zhou Wenbin always covets the good things Ling'er prepares for him? ! With a big smile on her eleven faces, she said in her heart, "Hey, Ling'er is so caring, and prepared something for me!"
Listening to the shameless words of the 11th, Zhou Wenbin couldn't help but twitched. Look at the face of the 11th, it is obvious that the villain who is cheap and good-favored is like Zhizhi! However, thinking that in the future, if Xiao Ling'er knew that the eleven fellow was obviously healed, but still pretended to be, she would not know how the eleven fellow would be rectified.
Poor Zhou Wenbin still doesn't know, why would people be afraid of October? It's all ready long ago.
Looking at Eleven’s ruddy face, Zhou Wenbin couldn’t help feeling indignantly. It’s only a few days ago. Eleven, who looked like he was going to die a few days ago, looks better than him. People should be full of energy! Regardless, I don't know if I am still so proud after being repaired by Ling'er, I really want to see if the reality will be consistent with the idea!
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Gong Lingye sat on the stone chair, her bangs swayed in the direction of the wind, her long eyelids drooping, covering her eyes, making it impossible to see the emotions in her eyes. She was groping for an exquisite dagger in her hand, and on the dagger was carved a lifelike oriental dragon, the Nine-Five Lord!
Five feet and nine claws!
The king of dragons.
After playing with the dagger for a long time, Gong Lingye raised his head and looked at the distance blankly on his stern face.
This is in the wild, in the wilderness, the people who come here, the people who come here secretly, not for a dirty deal, but for some kind of conspiracy.
And the conspiracy is unfolding in front of my eyes.
Not far from Gong Lingye, another group of people was walking towards the pavilion where she was staying. Vaguely, Gong Lingye could still hear their conversation, but it’s a pity. The thing is, Gong Lingye can't understand their language!
"This is embarrassing." It was different from what was expected, and it was not in Gong Lingye's plan at all. This was a bit fun.
Is this team the goal of Gong Lingye this time
Gong Lingye complained inwardly, isn't she the creator of the world here? How could such a situation arise in a language that even the creation gods like him and her can't understand? Gong Lingye's hand holding the dagger suddenly squeezed tightly, and his face also showed a painful look.
"You don't understand what they are saying, right?" The thunder-like voice exploded in his ears, and Gong Lingye drew out the dagger with his backhand, and turned around to resist the throat of the visitor!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
"Shut up, do you know?" Gong Lingye suddenly turned his head around again, "Otherwise, I will send you directly to the west!"
The man whose mouth was covered only felt that his neck was sore, and there was no extra heart to think about, so he nodded quickly, indicating that he would never say a word!
"Cough cough..." The man immediately clutched his bloody Meimei neck, and looked at Gong Lingye sadly.