Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

However, the intense pain didn't last long, and soon gradually subsided little by little.Zhao Xuehan was gasping for breath, although his head still hurt, but he felt able to speak.

He thought he could still save it.

"Yan Ke," he said with a serious expression while biting his lip, "Teach me eye surgery while I'm still conscious. Whether I can learn it or not, I'll be a dead horse as a living horse doctor."

"Otherwise you'll lose your dog forever after a while."

A look of bewilderment flashed across Yan Ke's eyes.He stretched out his hand and gently pressed Zhao Xuehan's forehead.

"I don't understand what you're talking about," he said. "Does your head still hurt?"

"I'm going to die!" Zhao Xuehan said desperately, "Teach me quickly!"

Yan Ke pursed his lips.He raised his hand to press Zhao Xuehan's shoulder, and stared at him quietly with light blue eyes.

"You won't die." He said lightly.

"Whoever makes you die, I will let him die."

Zhao Xuehan was stunned.This Yan Ke is amazing, with such a loud tone.But because of these words, his heart became calmer for some reason.

But the current situation is a bit embarrassing. He was held in Yan Ke's arms, and his head didn't hurt so much. Instead, Yan Ke's arms and chest were very hard, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.

"Yan Ke..." He whispered, wanting Yan Ke to let him go.

Yan Ke seemed to be aware of it, he let go of his arm, took out his finger to open the door, and pushed Zhao Xuehan in.

"Don't think about anything," he said. "You won't die. Take a good rest. I'll call you in three hours."

"Yan Ke, I..." Zhao Xuehan wanted to say something, but Yan Ke raised his hand at him.

"Don't make me talk anymore." He whispered, pointing to the wound on his neck. The wound has shrunk a lot, but it still hasn't healed. "I talked too much today, and my throat hurts."

Zhao Xuehan immediately stopped talking.

He watched Yan Ke shrink and seal the hole outside the door.The blue sky is like a canvas, and there is no trace of the entrance anymore.

Zhao Xuehan walked slowly into the pavilion and sat down.

The environment in the finger is very good, neither hot nor cold, and there is a breeze blowing from time to time.Outside the pavilion, the trees in the forest are dense, and a small path extends to the depths, and I don't know where it leads.

Two cows, one big and one small, were tied beside the pavilion.Maverick fell asleep curled up, and Da Niu looked at Zhao Xuehan with a mournful expression, as if he had just been severely abused by Yan Ke, and wanted to take all his anger on him.

Zhao Xuehan avoided Niu's eyes, lay down on the table in the pavilion, and slowly closed his eyes.

His head no longer hurts at all, and his mood is a little more at ease.But he was still worried, afraid that the voice in his head would obey the agreement and really kill him all at once.

But what if I'm not dead?Zhao Xuehan tilted his head and thought, if I hadn't died, would I have been living with the Demon Lord's body?There is a dog's soul in this demon, isn't it a bit too frustrating?

wrong.He scratched his head, since I am a dog, how did I get the memory of the TV series?Could it be that I am a dog who lives in another world and loves to watch TV series?But if it was a dog from another world, how did Yan Ke know me?

Zhao Xuehan felt that his thoughts were getting more and more chaotic, he turned his head and pressed his face on the stone table, trying to use the coldness of the table to clear his mind, but before he could wake up, the tiredness of his body made Zhao Xuehan fall asleep first. caught.

His sleep was not sound.In the dream, Zhao Xuehan found that his head had fallen off his neck, and he was rolling around on the ground chattering.A faceless man pulled his hair and yelled "Come back", while another man who also pulled his hair pulled hard in a different direction and remained silent.

Zhao Xuehan felt his scalp go numb.If it goes on like this, he will definitely turn from a young talent with black and thick hair into a bald man.He hastily called out, trying to stop the two of them, and opened his eyes at the same time.

The green grass in the middle of the finger is reflected in Zhao Xuehan's eyes.

Not dead yet!Zhao Xuehan breathed a sigh of relief.It seemed that the voice in his head must have lied to him.Probably to make him a little nervous.

The calf woke up at some point, and ran into the pavilion, biting Zhao Xuehan's hair hanging by the table, tearing and chewing vigorously.Zhao Xuehan muttered a few words, tried every means to save his hair back, and waved the cow away.

He looks around.The finger-pushing door did not appear, and it seemed that the three hours had not yet arrived.

Zhao Xuehan was not tired anymore, he stood up and touched the place where the door had been, but only felt a cloud of air.

He walked straight forward and stopped at the junction of the ground and the sky. After roughly estimating the size of this space, he turned and returned to the pavilion.

Zhao Xuehan hadn't explored the path next to the pavilion forest.He thought for a while, thinking that there was nothing to do after all staying here, so he might as well look around, then walked along the path to the depths of the forest.

The road was long and tortuous, Zhao Xuehan didn't know how long he had walked.The surrounding scenery remained unchanged.The woods are silent, not even the chirping of birds and insects can be heard.He was wondering if this road was just an illusion, and whether he would keep going in circles, when the road suddenly came to an end.

A hole appears at the end of the path.The hole was made of several stones, originally in the shape of an arch, and there was still a forest behind it.However, looking through the entrance of the cave, one can only see a deep darkness.

Zhao Xuehan stretched out his head to look into the cave, hesitated for a moment, and went in anyway.

As soon as you enter the cave, there are steps, Zhao Xuehan supported the stone wall and walked down the steps.It took him about a cup of tea to walk, and a wooden door appeared at the end of the steps.Zhao Xuehan pushed gently, but the door was not locked.

He opened the door, and a faint light leaked out.Inside the door is a study-like room, with bookshelves as high as the roof. One person sits in the middle of the room, surrounded by books, with a lamp beside him, and a ball of light in the lamp dances slowly.Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head slightly and looked in Zhao Xuehan's direction.

This man's long hair hung down to his waist, his eyebrows stretched out, and he was somewhat handsome.When he raised his eyes to look at Zhao Xuehan, Zhao Xuehan noticed that this person's eyes were dull, and his pitch-black eyes were like two black holes, and the light that came in seemed to be unable to reflect it out.

A...blind man?Zhao Xuehan was puzzled, but then saw the book in the man's hand.The book is densely packed with words, and a blind person would definitely not be able to read this kind of book.

"Why are you here?" The man stared at himself with empty eyes, and gently closed the book in his hand.He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a decent smile, "It's been a long time since we last met."

Zhao Xuehan didn't have this person in his memory.Since he said that the two had met, he must also know about Mozun.Zhao Xuehan didn't know if there was any hatred between him and the Demon Lord, so he was extra cautious when speaking.

He bowed his head slightly and greeted the man. "When you're bored, come and take a look." Zhao Xuehan said.

The man narrowed his eyes and smiled softly again: "You rarely come here, but it's rare that you're in such interest today."

This person was good-looking, and he had a friendly smile, probably because surrounded by books, Zhao Xuehan felt that he had a gentle temperament.

He looked at the air next to the man's face, trying to read some of his inner activities.However, this person seems to be consistent with his words and deeds, and he has no other distractions, and there is not a single word there.

Seeing that Zhao Xuehan was silent, the man blinked slightly. "That man is back?" he asked, patting his forehead with his hand, "I can't remember his name, he is very tall, with a sword..."

"Yan Ke?" Zhao Xuehan answered carefully.

"Yes, yes, it's him." The man smiled, "He's back?"

It turned out that these people knew each other.Zhao Xuehan thought to himself.Seeing that the man had a gentle attitude when he mentioned Yan Ke, and he didn't seem to have any deep hatred, so he nodded cautiously.

The man sighed slightly, lifted the lamp beside him and stood up. "Just come back." He said softly, stretching out his hand and pressing his temple twice.

"It's all my fault," he whispered, as if talking to himself, "I've got to find him, if he knows..."

Zhao Xuehan couldn't hear the man saying that if Yan Ke knew something, when he was trying to prick up his ears, the man closed his mouth and walked straight towards Zhao Xuehan.

Zhao Xuehan's body stiffened for a moment, watching the man walking towards him with a lamp.He stopped when he was a few steps away from Zhao Xuehan, and took out a set of tea sets from the depths of the bookshelf beside him.

"Since you're here, why don't you go have a cup of tea with me." The man said, looking around again, as if he was looking for something.Zhao Xuehan saw that the tea set was a set of delicate-looking purple sand pots, but it seemed that it hadn't been used for a long time, and there was a layer of dust on it.

He seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his face the whole time.He bent down, turned over again, and found a tea pot in a corner.

"I didn't prepare well, I hope you don't mind." He smiled ashamedly, opened the teapot, poured some tea into the teapot, realized something was wrong, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and wiped the dust on the teapot carefully. wipe off.

He raised his head, met Zhao Xuehan's gaze, and made an apologetic expression.However, when his gaze was about to move away, he suddenly stopped and returned to Zhao Xuehan's face.

The smile on his face faded a little, and he frowned slightly. "No." Zhao Xuehan heard him say in a low voice, and then saw him raise two fingers towards Zhao Xuehan's forehead.

Zhao Xuehan was startled, he didn't know whether he should hide or not, but before he finished thinking, the man's hand touched his forehead.

Fortunately, he didn't attack. He just tapped his forehead lightly with his fingers, and then left.He sighed lightly, his expression darkened a bit.

"Sure enough not." He murmured, "If you think about it, you know, how could he come..."

The man raised his head, faced Zhao Xuehan, and showed a gentle smile again.

"Are you acting with Yan Ke?" he asked.

Zhao Xuehan looked at him hesitantly and didn't answer.I became vigilant in my heart.

He smiled and shook his head. "It's okay," he said softly, "don't stay here for too long, otherwise Yan Ke will be anxious if he can't find you."

"I will send you back."

After that, the man waved his sleeves.Zhao Xuehan only felt that the scenery in front of him suddenly became distorted.

A gust of wind blew by, and he opened his eyes, only to find himself standing in a forest again.