Just as a lightning strike swept across the zenith, all the fields were bright. Tu Xing'er struggled to open her eyes and saw the man's anxious expression.

"I'm here. He said, "I'm with you." ”

At this point, the face painting is interrupted.

Tu Xing'er slowly opened her eyes, full of emotion: "This is my memory?" In the electric light, she saw the man's face clearly, it was the mirage in front of her!

"Yes. Wang Ming said in a low voice, "Miliu said, you have died tragically, your yang life is not over, and the remaining life can be put into the hourglass." It's made from my mirage, and somehow there are always these two. Cangwu made sure that this was the sand of memory, not the sand of time, so he put it in another place, but it was accidentally taken away hundreds of years ago, and it has only been returned to its original owner until now. ”

Tu Xing'er choked a little in her throat. She secretly took care of herself, and then she said, "Why do you treat me so well?" She is just a small city girl, and she thinks she is not outstanding.

"After Tu Zhirong promised you to me, I was just moved, and I have been a husband and wife with you for ten or a hundred years, and I have been deeply trapped step by step, and I can no longer extricate myself. ”

Wang Mingzhi smiled and reached out to caress her face: "You are very good." With you, I don't need anyone else anymore. ”

Tu Xing'er blushed, only to feel that his eyes were getting more and more burning, and she couldn't resist it.

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This sleep was so heavy that I didn't even have a dream.

Yan Saburo felt that he had slept too long, because he was full of energy when he woke up, and even the wound was not too painful.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Chitose close at hand.

She was lying on the bed, facing him, with her back to the door, so that if anyone came in and wanted to touch him, they would have to pass by her first.

The clouds were scattered, and her eyes were closed, as if she was still asleep.

There is no one else here. The pearl lamp hanging at the end of the bed was dim, but it also gave her fairy-like face a soft halo.

Her eyelashes are long and curled, her skin is like porcelain jade, and she sits there quietly, which is the ultimate beauty in the world. Yan Saburo looked at it with a good eye, he had already looked at his face for thousands of nights, and he still couldn't get enough of it.

It's a pity that her face is too pale, and her always delicate red lips have lost their blood color and become very light pink.

Yes, she was actually more injured than he was.

As if feeling his gaze, Chitose's eyelids moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?" she smiled at him.

The domineering Asura has faded away, and it looks like a delicate and fragile porcelain doll. With pain in his chest, Yan Saburo slowly moved his palm and gently held her hand.

Her palms were cold, as if they had just been taken out of an ice cellar.

Yan Saburo's heart hurt even more.

The boy looked around. The house is very large, and it doesn't look like an inn. "Where are we?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, a white shadow jumped from the ground to the bed, rubbed against his face, and meowed incessantly, almost spreading it all over his head.

It's a white cat Qianqian.

The strange atmosphere just now disappeared all of a sudden.

Yan Saburo remembers that before he set off for Hebi, he left the white cat in the inn. It seems that the lord of Wu City sent someone to bring it back.

"City Lord's Mansion. Chitose rolled over, took the porcelain bowl from the table, took out a raspberry and handed it to his mouth, "Here, open your mouth." ”

The red raspberries and the white and tender fingers are all stained with crystal water droplets.

Yan Saburo looked at it twice before opening his mouth.

As a result, the cat hair stuck to the side of the mouth was also eaten.

"Phew. The young man's expression was a little tangled, his own cat hair was very long.

Chitose couldn't squeak with joy, and put his hand under his chin: "Come, spit it out." ”

Yan Saburo shook his head and swallowed hard. This feeling of not being able to move and not being served by others is very unpleasant.

Chitose ate and laughed, cleaning the white hair from his face little by little. It's almost autumn, and it's the season for cats to moult.

Her fingertips were cold, but her gaze was focused, and she was close. Yan Saburo's body couldn't move, and his sense of smell suddenly became sensitive, only to feel that the fragrance of orange blossoms on her body was overwhelming, almost enveloping him completely.

Seeing the hostess smiling happily, Qianqian was also very proud, happily lowered her head, and wanted to arch Yan Saburo's cheek again.

Seeing that the fruits of labor were served in an instant, Chitose changed his face in a second:

"Definitely!"

She pressed a finger on the white cat's head: "You still dare to move!"

The hostess was so powerful that Qianqian suddenly didn't dare to move, only looked at the male owner with innocent eyes, and weakly called for help.

After cleaning the cat's hair, Chitose fed Yan Saburo more than a dozen raspberries in a row until he shook his head.

She smiled: "Is it sweet?"

"Sweet. He swallowed slowly. The raspberries are ripe, sour and sweet, and the juice bursts when you bite into it. Eating more than a dozen of them relieved his thirst that had just woken up.

He now has difficulty getting up and drinking water. Chitose is actually careful, but on the surface she never shushes him for warmth.

The hostess made a move, and the white cat obediently lay on Yan Saburo's pillow. When he got closer, he could hear the purring of cats.

Yan Saburo also smelled the fragrance of medicine, lowered his head and looked down, and saw that his chest was tightly bandaged, and the broken bones were also treated.

"You've slept for twenty-five hours. Wu Ling has come to see you three times. ”

Yan Saburo was slightly shocked: This is already the third night? No wonder Fang Cai's mouth is as thirsty as fire.

He felt that he was in good shape, although he couldn't get up at all.

Chitose saw his movements and knew what he was thinking: "Wu Ling has found someone to treat your injuries." The technique is good, he is a master, and he has been in the army for many years at a glance. ”

"The medicine is good, too. "They're all connoisseurs, he knows it when he smells it. Now that the danger is gone, he is on the territory of the Wu City Lord, there is no threat to them, and the Wu City Lord does not need to do anything about his injuries.

Chitose suddenly put away his smile and looked serious: "In the picture scroll, you lied to Wang Mingzhi, didn't you?"

Yan Saburo's face was expressionless: "What do you mean?"

She let out a long sigh: "You clearly hurt your heart, and you were seriously injured, and after the injury, you still exercised vigorously, and if you didn't die on the spot, it would be fate." The first diagnosis of the military doctor thinks that you will die at any time. She sneered, "Yaru also said that he would give you a treasure to prevent your injuries from worsening." That is, it also considers you mortally wounded. ”

The boy was calm: "Well, I lied to him." ”

Yes, he lied at the time, otherwise Wang Ming would lose his fighting spirit upright, and they would really be dead in the face of the enhanced and advanced version of the Seagod Envoy.

If he dies, he will make the best choice.

Chitose poked him twice in the shoulder, as light as a feather: "I think it's better for us to terminate the contract quickly, so that you don't have to drag me down." ”

He pursed his lips: "Have you found a home?"

"Yes. Chitose said angrily, "I think Wu Ling is good, how can I say that he was also a famous prince in the past." ”

(End of chapter)