Grass and Trees of the Master of Demon Dao

For Xue Yang, the most difficult thing for him at this time was not the physical pain. He was used to the pain, and he didn't care about it long ago. Whenever he stabbed him with a knife now, he could still smile without changing his face.

However, the tearing of the soul is different, this is unbearable, the whole body seems to be torn apart, the soul seems to be torn apart, obviously groggy, but feels the pain to the extreme.

An inexplicable fear.

He doesn't want to die, doesn't want to die!Xiao Xingchen managed to survive, why did he have to die? !Why, why!It was obviously hard to see the Taoist priest...he...he still wanted to see the Taoist priest, after wasting so much effort, how could he let Xiao Xingchen go so easily!

Can't die!

He desperately faced the pain, knowing that it would hurt even more, but the more he wanted to do this, he had to wake up, and it couldn't just end like this.

When he opened his eyes, the shattered sunlight was a bit dazzling, his throat was hoarse and dry, he opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

There seemed to be a vague figure shaking, but he couldn't think about it, and fell into a coma.

"The injury has become like this, and it's lucky to be able to survive it... Old man, there is nothing we can do." The doctor looked at Xue Yang's injury and sighed, "Let's prepare for the funeral."

Xiao Xingchen's face turned pale slightly, he didn't say anything, he turned around and walked to Xue Yang's bed, looked at the person lying on the bed, and remained silent.

Are you going to die?Is Xue Yang dying?Finally... are you going to die?

Xiao Xingchen felt as if there was a void in his heart, a little strange, he stretched out his hand to hold his chest, there was a strange pain in it, a little empty.

"Are you going to die?" Xiao Xingchen asked, "Xue Yang?"

Xue Yang didn't answer, Xiao Xingchen took a step forward, covered him with the quilt, turned around and walked out, closed the door gently, and left the room.

Hearing the sound of footsteps gradually leaving, Xue Yang slightly opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and not cloudy at all. He suddenly smiled with his lips curled up. He looked a bit nasty, and said with a hoarse voice, "Death? I'm not that bad." Easy to die. Daoist Master~"

His tail is slightly raised, with a strange intimacy and sweet feeling.

The Yinhu Talisman was still in his sleeve, but he didn't lose it, but he didn't know where he put it. He smiled and wanted to get up, but his arm hurt slightly. His face was pale, but he just raised his eyebrows to look at it. Take a look at your own injuries.

Compared with the time when the little man led people to encircle and suppress them, it was indeed much more tragic. It seems that the little man was indeed merciful.

The leg bone was broken once before to deceive Xiao Xingchen, that time was done on purpose, this time it was self-inflicted, and the second time it was broken, it was completely useless, Xue Yang sighed slightly, but it was so light With a slight movement, the blood from the wound has already seeped out, soaking the bandage.

This Yinhu Talisman is really powerful and interesting, he likes it.

Before he could do anything, footsteps sounded outside the door again. Xue Yang's face turned slightly chilly, and he immediately recognized that it was Xiao Xingchen's footsteps, and he closed his eyes the moment the door was pushed open, as if Appears unconscious.

After closing his eyes, his hearing seemed to be more acute. The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer to him, and finally stopped beside his bed, without moving for a long time. Xue Yang was also patient, and carefully discerned what Xiao Xingchen was doing.

If he guessed right, the Taoist priest would kill him, right?After all, I hate him so much.

However, it wasn't that easy for him to be killed. If Xue Yang died so easily, he would have died at the hands of Chang Ci'an when he was seven years old. How could Xue Chengmei's notoriety be as bad as it is today?

The bed sank slightly, Xue Yang held back and didn't move. He didn't feel the murderous aura, and he didn't hear anything wrong. Suddenly, a hand passed through his neck, and he almost did it directly, but before he could do it, someone Pick it up carefully.

Xue Yang paused for a moment, and the spiritual power gathered in his hands quickly dissipated again.With a look of coma and unconsciousness, he was held in the arms of others, and his head was weakly leaning on this person's arms.

Smelling Xiao Xingchen's fresh and clean breath, Xue Yang almost couldn't help laughing, but slightly raised the corners of his lips, suppressing his smile, his body still aching, and his mind seemed to be disturbed by something, shouting pain.

However, none of this could make him change his face. The most difficult hurdle has already passed. Who else can do anything to him?

The tip of his nose smelled the slightly bitter smell of medicine, and Xue Yang couldn't help frowning. He likes to eat sweets, but he hates taking medicine the most. He eats on weekdays. If the food is not sweet enough, he can directly kick over other people's stalls.

Xiao Xingchen held Xue Yang in one hand and the spoon in the other. The medicine bowl was placed on the table beside him. He carefully half-hugged Xue Yang, for fear of hurting him and making him hurt even more.

The spoon reached Xue Yang's lips, and he gently sent the medicine into Xue Yang's mouth. The slightly bitter taste immediately filled his mouth. Xue Yang couldn't help but frowned slightly, looking a little annoyed. Slightly pursing her lips, the tip of her tongue pushed out the medicine in her mouth and spit it out.

Xiao Xingchen hurriedly put down the spoon, wiped the corners of Xue Yang's lips, and looked at the eye medicine bowl, feeling a little worried.

Although the old doctor said that, but for some reason, he just had a feeling that Xue Yang would not die.

He wouldn't, with such a strong vitality, such an urgent desire to survive, even if he was so seriously injured that day that he lost consciousness, he could still hum from the grass, and this was the reason for their entanglement.

At this time... At this time, he should, and will live.

Because he was Xue Yang, the Xue Yang who had his finger crushed off, was interrogated at Jinlintai, and was besieged by Jin Guangyao but was still alive, how could he die like this?Will not.

Xiao Xingchen looked at the medicine bowl and was worried, Xue Yang snorted slightly, as if he was about to wake up, but there was only a sound, and there was no movement again, Xiao Xingchen sighed slightly, and took out a few candies from his cuff, When he went to buy medicine, he happened to meet him and bought it. As for who he bought it for... Xiao Xingchen didn't know either.

It's just a habit.

He gently put a candy into Xue Yang's mouth, and this time he stuffed it in. Then he put the remaining few candies into the medicine bowl. After thinking about it, he still kept one, and waited. After drinking the medicine, feed it to Xue Yang.

With sugar, he fed Xue Yang medicine but it still didn't go well, he spit it out, and now Xiao Xingchen couldn't help but sighed helplessly, "If you don't drink medicine, how can your injury heal? You... ...Don't you want to die? Then, try your best to live and drink some medicine..."

He knew in his heart that saying this was of little use, after all Xue Yang was still in a coma, so how could he hear it?If sober...

Xiao Xingchen paused, and smiled wryly. If he was sober, he probably wouldn't drink it. Xue Yang was too afraid of taking hard medicine.

Sure enough, even after saying so much, all the medicine was still spit out, but when Xiao Xingchen was slightly worried, he felt Xue Yang's body tremble slightly. His eyes were sly, with a faint smile, "Master Daoist, are you telling the truth?"

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