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Song Jinghua felt that he was hugging a hot potato, and the moon-white bird was lying on him in a daze. Within a minute, the moon-white bird suddenly struggled like a cannonball, as if trying to get into the room. Ward, how could Song Jinghua let him in?He remembered An Qingjue's request, no one could go in!

The moon-white bird looked very small and cute, with no attack power at all, but Song Jinghua was tossed so hard at this time, he jumped up and down for more than half an hour before he trapped the bird in the palm of his hand. According to An Qingjue's explanation, to take good care of this bird, I can only reason and present the facts in a good voice, even though this bird is so small, it hurts to poke people!

Song Jinghua flicked his left hand and gasped, it really hurt.

The little bird struggled endlessly and shed a lot of soft moon-white fluff. Zheng Yingxin took a look at it and took the moon-white bird over. She gently ran her fingers across its messy fluff and said softly: "Good boy, Master An doesn't want you to go in either, he likes you so much, if there is no other way, why would he hand you over to us?"

"Don't let him be distracted to care about you when he is concentrating on it, okay?"

The moon-white bird gradually calmed down, and its eyes as blue as the sky fixedly looked at the gentle woman. The gentle tone and movements were as warm as when he was a child. At that time, his father was still very busy, and he was always by his side , only the mother;

The little head of the moon-white bird moved up and down, Zheng Yingxin showed a relieved smile, and the two looked at the door again,

The moon-white bird was in a trance. He looked at the door and imagined An Qingjue's actions. Of course he knew why that body fell into a coma. Naturally, it was because he was not in that body. This could not be solved by medicine. thing?Can that man bring him back to his own body?

still……?

Time passed minute by minute, and every second at this time was as slow as a year. Song Jinghua and Zheng Yingxin were anxious and uneasy. Song Jinghua's usual image of a cold little prince had completely collapsed, and he was walking around anxiously. Looking up at the ward from time to time, Zheng Yingxin was better than him, but she couldn't calm down, she turned her head to look at the somewhat embarrassed moon-white bird, and stared at the ward with sky-like eyes without blinking. door, feeling a little pity in my heart, I stroked its head,

The moon-white bird stared blankly at the door, feeling a kind of distress in his soul. He wanted to sleep, to sleep, to...

But no, he hasn't seen the man come out safely yet!

The moon-white bird was so sleepy, he didn't even dare to close his eyes, lest he would just fall asleep, but his body became more and more stiff, he wanted to move his paws, but felt that he could not lie down , as if frozen in ice, from the inside to the outside, exudes a deep sense of coldness,

He was even more tired, like a traveler passing through the yellow sand in the desert, slowly consuming his physical and mental energy during the journey without seeing the end, getting tired little by little, every pore in his body was screaming tired and sleepy,

He wanted to get down, he felt cold and wanted to shrink up, but his body seemed unable to move.

It was as if... this body no longer belonged to him.

An Qingjue was the only person left in the hospital bed. He took off the man's patient clothes, revealing only white and almost transparent skin. There was a thin layer of muscle on his thighs and chest, which made the body full of blood. With an alternative sense of beauty, he took out a few bottles of potion, the golden light was extremely dazzling, the white light was extremely holy, the green light was fresh and natural, and the red light was like bright red blood. He took out an empty potion bottle and put The four bottles of potion are poured into the empty potion bottle according to a certain ratio, and those kinds of light are dazzling and strangely soft in one potion bottle, no one will cross the boundary, but it makes people feel that they are all one;

"Calling the soul..." An Qingjue murmured, this kind of thing should be done by the priests in the clan. He only knows a little bit, but he is not proficient. half half half

But in this world, there doesn't seem to be any priesthood.

An Qingjue pursed her lips slightly, and dotted the potion on the man's eyebrows, lips, heart, palms, and soles of feet, and then poured the rest of the potion on the man's chest. It fell silent for a moment, turned into a transparent color and flowed down until it wet the white sheet under him,

A series of complicated and unfamiliar words appeared in An Qingjue's mouth. The notes were already a bit ethereal, coupled with An Qingjue's indifferent tone, which was as clear and indifferent as mountains and flowing water, it was like an oracle above the nine heavens, sinking and floating Ups and downs, the potion that sprinkled on the man began to glow with its original luster, one after another brilliant light flickered, until the voice in An Qingjue's mouth suddenly rose, those lights seemed to be knocked down in an instant, and immediately Once it passes through the middle, the damage disappears;

An Qingjue frowned, and her voice gradually softened. There seemed to be a tinge of blood on the man's sickly white skin. His mental power rushed into the man's body again. With the suppressive effect of the medicine, his mental power slowed down. It flowed across the man's eyebrows, and then through his lips, heart, palms, and feet. The potion rubbed on these five places slowly penetrated into the man's body, and An Qingjue's spiritual power carefully entered the man's body. mental layer,

The mental power of a man in drowsiness can even devour his mental power. It can be seen that the man's mental power is not bad, and because of the insufficiency of the soul, he has become greedy and addicted to food. His mental power layer is "hungry" for a day, and his attack The level of power and greed can be doubled, and An Qingjue will inevitably be more careful.

The peculiar voice that is unique to the flower demon clan came out bit by bit from An Qingjue's mouth, he suddenly pulled out a trace of his spiritual power, the curtains opened wide in an instant, and the golden light swept across the hospital bed in an instant On top of it, the warm light made the man look so popular,

A slow, deep voice flowed quietly in the quiet ward, his body almost exuded a golden light, and his mental power even surged with a little bit of white light, exuding an almost holy color,

The mental power was cut by An Qingjue to the exact point, and it was divided into equal parts bit by bit, with an error of hardly more than one millimeter. It surrounded the man's entire mental power layer in it, and all the divided spirits The small and thin lines of force moved almost at the same time, covering the man's mental power layer in an instant, and the white light became more dazzling, as if faintly suppressing the man's spiritual power layer, but in an instant, the man's mental power layer The spiritual layer launched an angry counterattack,

The words in An Qingjue's mouth did not stop at all, the spiritual power in the body continuously supported those small thin lines, trying to completely suppress the man's spiritual power layer, and then pursue the man's lost soul,

"The return of the soul..." He slowly spit out those ethereal words, and the deep black narrow phoenix eyes added a layer of rich indelible black. The feeling of loneliness described is like the son of God standing on a high platform praying for everyone,

"You've been outside for a long time, you should be back..."

"Come, come with me..."

"I'll take you home..."

"Don't you miss your family? Don't you want to go back to your companions? You are just a piece of it, it's time to come back..."

There was a familiar yet unfamiliar voice in his ears, but Song Changxiu couldn't call out his name at all. He listened to the indifferent voice with a little blankness. , so familiar, at that moment, the strength in his body relaxed,

It seems that he is very sure that this man will not hurt himself,

Want to follow the man?

He thought in a daze, but no one responded to him, his mind went blank, leaving only the dark wall, his voice echoed with countless unreal wailing, he looked at everything in a daze, but didn't want to to move

It seems that there is an unknown force, persuading him not to leave,

As if he was waiting for something.

"Come back... come to me..."

"Come to my side..."

The voice seemed to be much softer, with an inexplicable sense of familiarity, he seemed to move unconsciously, and moved in a daze;

go back?Where are you going back?Where should I be?

Should I follow him?

Wandering around the edge, behind him was a dark wall, and in front of him was a bright and bright corridor. He stepped on the edge, raised his foot, but did not fall,

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" moon white bird,

Song Jinghua reacted quickly, grabbed the moon-white bird in an instant, and slapped the woman with disheveled hair to the ground. He looked at the scar on the back of his mother's hand, and the anger in his heart burned again, "You who is it?!"

"Hahahahaha!!!" The woman lying on the ground laughed, her voice was crazy like a ghost, but she didn't say a word.

His feet fell, and he didn't know how he fell, but in an instant, the dense soft, bright and holy white light swept him in it, the sky was spinning, time and space were shattered, and in an instant, he opened his eyes,

Facing a pair of dark and narrow phoenix eyes, the rich and indelible black is very similar to the long dark night sky, as if it is a scene in his dream,

"I like you," he heard himself say in the chaos of his mind