Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 1279 Burning of the Unintentional (Add 178 for the big league Yan Shaofei!)

  In the days of recuperating, I gritted my teeth every day without speaking.

  The curtain is always hung on the silver hook, and there is always a distance between the two people except when drinking medicine.

  The distance does not only exist in this room, but also more than the five-and-a-half steps from the bedside to the tea table.

  It was another night-Jiang Wang didn't know which day it was, because he didn't know how long he was in a coma, and he couldn't communicate with other people.

  If counted from the day of waking up, I have drunk the medicine for five days.

  Miaoyu, like every day before, opened the door and walked in when the night was deep. She was still wearing a blue-gray monk's clothes, wrapped her long hair in a cap, and covered her face with a Bodhi mask.

  Jiang Wang just listened to the sound of footsteps, and he could probably outline that look.

  He has never had such a long state of weakness in his life. He can only lie on the bed stiffly every day, slowly carrying Dao Yuan, silently nourishing his body, and waiting for it to get better.

  I can’t practice, I don’t have enough energy to explore the inner palace, even if I study Taoism in my heart, I don’t consume too much energy and effort. After thinking for a while, I have to rest for a while.

  Besides, listening to the sound of footsteps, it's getting away and getting closer.

  Speaking of it, this should be his longest "rest" period. In the past, he had never slackened his practice at any time, but now, due to his physical condition, he could only carry Dao Yuan and ponder Dao skills intermittently, and could not do more.

  Have a lot of time to sleep, and a lot of time to be in a daze.

  He was groggy when he slept, and when he was in a daze, he believed in the horse.

  Miaoyu walked into the room and lit a lamp as usual. The bronze lamp is made of oil boiled with pimulus resin, which is used to calm the mind and calm the mind, and is especially suitable for people who are ill in bed.

  A bean of lights lit up the room softly.

  She took out three bowls of boiled medicine from the storage box in turn, and checked them one by one with a mimetic.

  The mimicry grass is a treasure of medical science and has a very magical effect. After being contaminated with the patient's breath, it will mimic the patient's physical state, which is generally used to help the patient test the medicine, which can reflect the patient's state after taking the medicine to the greatest extent.

  The mimicry grass performed very well, and today’s medicine was well matched, and Miaoyu calmly put it away.

After adjusting the temperature of the medicine slightly with Yuanli, he took out a wooden tray, holding these three bowls of ugly medicine, and walked to the bed-a bowl of colorful and very complicated, a bowl of green and fluorescent, A bowl is as dark as ink.

  She looked at the weird ones, and suddenly remembered that the bowl of "soup" in the Black Bear Cave back then couldn't help but cocked her mouth.

  So go more active.

  The lotus step moves lightly, and the fragrance winds slightly.

  She walked to the side of the bed with a wonderful gesture, and with one hand, she carried Jiang Wang who was lying down against the head of the bed.

  The smells of the three bowls of medicine are mixed together, forming an indescribable terrible taste. The smell is not just flushing, but it seems to be poking at the heart.

  Jiang Wang glanced, his eyelids jumped twice involuntarily.

  The corners of her mouth under Miaoyu's mask rose again, but she still didn't speak, only picked up one of the bowls and moved towards Jiang Wang's lips.

  The consequences of rejection Jiang Wang had already remembered clearly.

  So I opened my mouth honestly.

  Miaoyu had more smiles in her eyes, and gently poured the bowl of black liquid medicine into it.

   Gulu, Gulu.

   Jiang Wang quickly swallowed.

  The will is as firm as he is. At this moment, the brows are also twisted together, as tight as an iron bar.

  Miaoyu's hand is steady, and the second bowl of colorful medicine has been brought.

   Jiang Wang opened his mouth again with a look of death in his eyes...

  After pouring three bowls one after another, she put away the medicine bowl and the tray together, picked up a handkerchief in hand, and wiped it randomly at the corner of Jiang Wang's mouth.

  Grasp Jiang Wang's leg again and pull it down to make him return from the sitting position to the lying position. This attitude makes Jiang Wang feel ashamed, as if he is a baby only a few months old and can only be at the mercy of an adult.

  But he couldn't protest-he knew the woman was waiting for him to speak.

  No way.

  Jiang Wang continued the cold war gnashing his teeth.

  And Miaoyu has left the bed nonchalantly.

  One, two, three, four, five... five and a half steps.

  She sat down at the tea table.

  She sat with her back to Jiang Wang, cross-legged and closed her eyes.

  The slim figure from the back is really like a painting, which is reflected on the wall by the light. What kind of painter can paint such beautiful scenery?

  After a short while, the light was blown out.

  Lamp oil boiled with pimulus resin to light the lamp is excellent for healing, but only half an hour per night is appropriate, and it is too late.

  The moonlight was also separated from the window, now only the night is flowing between the two.

  Two people sitting one by one and the other lying down, breathing very smoothly.

  It seems that there are no waves, it's just a waste of time.

  But both of them knew that no matter how long the night...it will eventually pass.

  Accidents are always unexpected.

  Tuk tuk!

  Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

   Jiang Wang only felt the sound of the wind, and he was squeezed into the inside, and there was another person next to him.

  The white curtain has been lowered, and the small silver hooks are back and forth empty.

  His mind tensed suddenly.

   "Sister Yuzhen."

  A female voice rang outside the door.

  Yuzhen? Is her new name?

  Healing here for so long, it was the first time someone came to visit. He once thought that no one would come.

  The woman’s voice sounded from the side: “Sister, I’m already resting, what’s the matter?”

  Too close...

  Squeak~

  The door of the room was pushed open, and then brought back.

  The unknown "senior sister" has walked into the room.

   Jiang Wang is very nervous. He guessed that this tension was due to his current identity and current circumstances. The suspicion of being able to pass the devil has not been cleared, how many places in the world can dare to shelter him? He cannot be found by others.

  "You don't have to get up." Listening to the voice, the ‘senior sister’ should be standing by the door: "I’ll be here to say a few words to you. I’m really facing you, but I don’t know what to say..."

   Jiang Wang only felt that his arm seemed to be touching a ball of water. The water conforms to the shape of the arm, warm and soft.

  There seemed to be a whirlpool there, attracting all his attention.

  Everything was actually very quiet, he heard his heartbeat clearly.

   "Sister...what do you want to say."

  Jiang Wang realized that her current voice was very different from usual. All the amorous feelings and charms in the voice were all taken away, becoming plain, pure, and comfortable.

  From Miaoyu, Bailian, to Yuzhen, what has she experienced?

  Jiang Wang has always known that he did not know her. I have never thought that I did not want to understand.

  But he can’t plug his ears, so he can only listen in this awkward way...

   "You don't see people on weekdays, but it's rare to stay in the nunnery these days." The female voice at the door said: "Senior Sister sees you, and she is also very happy in her heart..."

  Miaoyu's breathing seemed to be heavier. The weight seemed to be pressed in the air, making Jiang Wang's breathing less natural at this time.

  But her voice still flows out in that pure voice——

  "My temperament is uncertain and I can't stay in one place. Sometimes I have to stay for a long time when I meet a little cat or puppy... The things in the nunnery are really hard work, Senior Sister."

   Jiang Wang unnaturally wanted to move a little aside, but his body was really weak.

  His breathing is getting harder and harder.

  I don’t know why, he feels like a source of fire next to him.

  There is an incredible temperature, watching something.

   Flameless fire, unintentional burning.

  ……

  ……

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  (End of this chapter)