The beauty of fast time travel and the tragic villain

Chapter 27 Raiding the Demon Sect Leader (27)

At this moment, Jian Anning looks like a drenched chicken that has been drenched in heavy rain, very pitiful.

Shen Qiye, I have sacrificed myself so much for you, and I will definitely rescue you tomorrow night.

After Jian Anning was drenched, she put the bucket back next to the water tank. She made a detour from the backyard of the inn, went back to the first floor of the inn, then went up the stairs, and returned to her room on the second floor of the inn.

As soon as Jian Anning returned to the room, she hid under the quilt without taking off her shoes or clothes.

The clothes were wet, sticking to her body, cold and damp, Jian Anning lay on the bed, shivering under the blanket.

After a while, Jian Anning felt hot and cold all over her body. She touched her forehead, and found that her forehead was very hot, and she really had a fever.

the next day.

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon School, Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua School, and the dozen or so disciples from various schools and sects of the martial arts, all ate on the first floor of the inn. There were many, so we sat at two tables.

"Oh? Brother Qing Huan, why didn't Jian Anning come to eat?"

Ming Chongli, a major disciple of the New Moon Sect, asked Li Qinghuan, a major disciple of the Kunlun Sect. After all, Jian Anning was his unmarried wife. If there was anything wrong, it was only right to ask him.

"I went to An Ning's room just now and asked her at the door, and she said she would be down in a while."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, said calmly while eating.

"Oh."

Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, just said "oh", he didn't say anything more, he just buried his head in eating.

After a while, more than a dozen people had finished their meal.

"Has Jian Anning come down yet?" Ye Qingling, the female head of the Flying Flower School, asked.

"That's right, why didn't Jian Anning come down to eat? We should all set off to Hidden Dragon Villa." Ming Chongli, the chief disciple of the New Moon Sect, also echoed.

"Let me go and see Jian Anning." Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua Sect, said, her words were full of concern for Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader.

"I'll go." Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, said coldly.

"Eh? Isn't that bad? You're a man, so I'm too embarrassed to tell you what's up with Jian Anning." Ye Qingling, the female head of the Flying Flower Sect, said hesitantly.

"Master Ye, don't you know that Jian Anning is brother Qing Huan's unmarried wife, and the two of them already have a marriage contract." Ming Chongli, a disciple of the New Moon Sect, said beside him.

"That's it, then you go, we'll wait for you here." Ye Qingling, the female head of the Feihua Sect, felt relieved, and said to Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect.

"Okay." After Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, got up, holding the silver folding fan in his right hand, he walked gracefully towards the second floor, towards Jian Anning's room.

"peaceful?"

"peaceful?"

Li Qinghuan, a major disciple of the Kunlun School, quickly went from the first floor to the second floor of the inn. He came to the door of the room of Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader. He knocked on the door and called out Jian Anning's name.

After a while, there was no answer from Jian Anning's house, the daughter of the martial arts leader.

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, had an intuition that something bad had happened. He kicked open the door of the room and broke in.

Jian Anning was lying under the quilt, and the quilt covered her tightly, only half of her head was exposed.

However, it is still possible to see clearly that Jian Anning's complexion is pale, her cheeks are flushed, and a layer of fine beads of sweat oozes from her forehead.

"An Ning, what's wrong with you?"

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, stood at the door of the room. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel his heart tighten. He walked to the bedside where Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, was lying in three steps at a time.

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, was sitting by the bed. He stretched out his right hand with sharp bones, and touched the forehead of Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, with the palm of his right hand.

"An Ning, your forehead is very hot, do you have a fever?"

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, stroked the forehead of Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, with his right palm. He felt the heat coming from his right palm, and he asked with a concerned expression.

"Hmm." Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, looked distressed and uncomfortable.

"When I was sleeping last night, I fell asleep in a daze, and I accidentally kicked the quilt away. When I woke up in the morning, I became like this."

Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, was pale, flushed, sweating all over her body, her voice was hoarse, but she lied without drafting, and when she told a lie, her face didn't blush and her heart beat.

"Since you have contracted the wind and cold, then we are not in a hurry to go to Hidden Dragon Villa. Let's cure your wind and cold for the time being and then go to Hidden Dragon Villa."

"Until your cold is cured, we will temporarily stay in this inn for a few days."

Before Jian Anning proposed to stay in Jiangzhen for a few days, Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, offered to do this. God really helped her.

Jian Anning had half of her face buried under the quilt, so Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, couldn't see her sniggering.

"An Ning, lie here obediently first, and I will go to the medical clinic near the inn to find a doctor to treat your illness."

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sect, was sitting by the bed. After he finished speaking, he withdrew his hand from the forehead of Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance. He got up and wanted to leave.

"Oh, wait, don't go!"

When Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, stood up and was about to leave, Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, stopped him, her voice hoarse and weak.

Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, not only asked Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, to stay, she also reached out her hand from under the quilt, and she stretched out her left hand to hold Li Qinghuan's right hand.

This is already skin to skin.

In ancient times, men and women were not allowed to kiss each other. Unless they were married couples, other men and women were not allowed to have physical contact.

Before, Li Qinghuan, the chief student of the Kunlun School, carried Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, from the top of the snow mountain along the mountain road to the foot of the snow mountain. It was a last resort, after all, she passed out at the time.

But now, Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts alliance, actually took the initiative to pull the hand of Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, and his cold hand felt her warm hand, and he was at a loss for a while.

Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, stood by the bed, he stopped his walking, and let the warm left hand of Jian Anning, the daughter of the leader of the martial arts, hold his cold right hand.

"An Ning, what's the matter? Is there anything else?"

Dazed for a moment, Li Qinghuan, the chief disciple of the Kunlun School, turned around, and asked Jian Anning, the daughter of the martial arts leader, who was lying on the bed and snuggled up under the quilt.

(End of this chapter)