Reborn, being taken care of by the enemy Empress blocking the resurrection point

Yunhua City.

Heren Hospital, VIP ward.

The good news is that all the influence left by Fengshen was solved by Gao Yunjing with a piece of blood-stained yellow paper.

The bad news is that An Jang Geum suffered burns covering up to 92% of his body, and there was a penetrating scar on his waist and abdomen, and most importantly, his spine was injured.

Xiao Zixuan died on the spot.

At this time, only Luo Baijiang and Xia Ziyun were guarding the unconscious An Changjin in the special ward.

The moonlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the girl was so sleepy that she lay on the edge of the bed with her eyes half-closed.

Luo Baijiang reached out and shook Xia Ziyun's arm to wake the girl up, "Go back and rest. Don't worry about me being here."

"Huh?" Xia Ziyun rubbed her sleepy eyes and said in a soft voice with a hint of honesty, "No, I'm willing to stay here with him."

"You little girl." Luo Baijiang laughed for no reason, "Be obedient, go back and rest, and save him from seeing the dark circles under your eyes as soon as he opens his eyes."

"It's really not necessary." Xia Ziyun reached out and held An Changjin's hand, her voice soft and ethereal, "Do you know why I am willing to accompany him?"

"What else could this be?" Luo Baijiang said matter-of-factly: "He has been the best to you since you were a child. He treats you like an elder brother, so naturally you are the closest to him."

Xia Ziyun smiled and shook his head.

Luo Baijiang raised his eyebrows and became interested, "That's because he could have run away on his own, but it's a pity that he didn't escape because he wanted to help you. Are you feeling guilty?"

"No."

"What else could it be?" Luo Baijiang racked his brains and couldn't think of any other answer, and finally chose to collapse on the chair.

Half-jokingly: "You can't have a romantic crush on him, right?"

But when he smiled, his smile gradually became stiff again, because he saw Xia Ziyun nodding with a smile on her lips.

Luo Baijiang put away his stiffness and said, "Don't laugh or cry, you're only 13 years older. Do you know what love is?"

"I understand." The girl's tone was stubborn and she frowned, "I'm not stupid!"

Her head rested on An Changjin's hand, like a docile kitten, "He thought he had hidden everything perfectly."

"But there is a marriage contract there. As a woman, how could I not know anything."

"You know you still..." Luo Baijiang swore that this must be the biggest joke he had ever heard in his life.

"Indeed, this is very abnormal." Xia Ziyun's formerly bright almond-shaped eyes shed a drop of clear tears, "But what can I do?"

"For someone like me who has been rejected since childhood, Ahn Jang-geum is the only light in my world."

"I can't live without him. If you think about the sudden appearance of such a warm light in your dim world, even if it is dim, you will feel that it is as bright as the sun."

"That's enough!" Luo Baijiang's voice was rarely full of majesty, and his dark eyes actually burned with pure gold flames.

An ordinary chair was forced to look like an ancient dragon chair.

"Xia Ziyun, remember, you are only a 13-year-old girl! When a 20-year-old man has feelings for you, it's like a man and a woman."

"The first thing you should feel is disgust! You just feel disgusting! You feel dirty!"

"It's definitely not looking at him as lovingly as you do now!"

The impression Luo Baijiang has always left on everyone is that he is a reliable younger brother at critical moments, a smart and knowledgeable person but not arrogant.

Although he is clearly low-key and restrained, he also carries the confidence of a young man.

But it was not until today when he reprimanded Xia Ziyun so majestically that Xia Ziyun could clearly see the young man sitting on the chair at this time.

Those eyes were full of nobility and coldness, just like the indifference of an ancient emperor without any emotion.

Xia Ziyun shrank her head in fear like an ostrich, her two little hands nervously twisted together, and she didn't even dare to raise her head to look at the boy opposite.

Seemingly realizing that his appearance had frightened the girl, Luo Baijiang couldn't help but slow down his tone.

"Be good, be obedient, and go back to rest. I don't think he wants to see you like this when he wakes up."

He pointed tiredly at the door.

"Even if you have those feelings for him, wait until your 18th birthday. Now you and I go back to rest like a junior high school student!"

"Oh..." Xia Ziyun responded cautiously, and slowly left the ward with his head lowered. Before leaving, he did not forget to look back at An Changjin who was lying on the hospital bed.

Luo Baijiang looked at An Changjin who was lying on the bed with some hatred, "My failure certainly makes me uncomfortable, but your success makes me break my defense even more."

"Ouch~" Sikong Longxiang's cheerful but sinister voice sounded, "What kind of era is this?"

At this time, Sikong Longxiang was dressed very delicately, with bright golden clothes as the background color, and a dragon shape outlined by gold threads on top.

The dragon scales are also inlaid with brilliant gold cuts, and even the dragon eyes worn on the clothes are made of precious sapphires.

The clothes are embroidered with complicated yet noble and luxurious patterns. They are dragon patterns. No matter how ordinary the fabric is, it will look noble as long as it is embroidered with dragon patterns.

Not to mention that Sikong Longxiang was even more carefully dressed at this time, with clearly defined slender fingers wearing jade rings. "

It is obviously a luxurious and high-profile dragon robe, but it is a pity that it is matched with the unfocused and unfocused eyes of his boss Sikong Longxiang, but there is no repulsion at all.

Everything seemed so natural.

Sikong Longxiang sat on the chair that Xia Ziyun had made before. The ordinary wooden chair instantly turned into a golden dragon chair.

At this time, the two of them were sitting opposite each other in the very modern ward. Sikong Longxiang was wearing a dragon robe and sitting on the dragon chair like an emperor under feudal politics.

One word and nine cauldrons hold the power of life and death in the world.

Luo Baijiang wore a custom-made suit, which perfectly showed off his slender figure.

The two seemed to have traveled through the long river of time, sitting together and playing chess together.

"Why are you here again?"

"Come to help you."

"I keep saying this every time. If you don't find it annoying, I already feel annoyed."

Luo Baijiang waved his hand indifferently, "Just go, I don't need your help."

"Really?" A cup of coffee appeared out of thin air in Sikong Longxiang's hand. He picked up a spoon and gently stirred the coffee in the cup.

The collision of classical attire and modernity combines to create a unique sense of beauty on his body.

"The blow that An Changjin laughed at was the only one left by Fengshen Shenge. Strictly speaking, it is no different from the attack that the guy named Gao Yunjing launched with the yellow paper painted with his own blood."

"Have you seen the effect? ​​More than 1/2 of the entire city was affected. Where he gave the order, not even a trace of the city was left."

"Say it as if you can save it."

"Of course I can save him!" Sikong Longxiang smiled calmly, "However, we need to cooperate, and I need to put forward a condition."

Luo Baijiang stood up and went to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down at the hospital's ground floor building, "What are the conditions."

Sikong Longxiang blew the coffee in his hand slowly, "Can you use your body to meet an old friend?"

"Okay." Luo Baijiang agreed very readily, more than ever before.

Sikong Longxiang's reaction was indeed extremely dull. An Changjin's status in Luo Baijiang's heart was not low. Of course, he came here after calculating everything.

The hand with the jade ring finger covered the young man's waist, and the strands of cyan and blue-purple were pulled away. Sikong Longxiang held it with his backhand and absorbed it all.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face. Although He Moyan failed to obtain most of the power, the power that had been left long ago was still in his hands.

Sikong Longxiang placed the already cold coffee on the bedside table, stood up and looked at Luo Baijiang.

"Go to Baishi and Zhongbai Mountain for me."