Women's procrastination can't be said

The wounds all over her body were still painful, but she could feel the vitality that she was gradually replaying, and the inner alchemy in the dantian was continuously sending out internal energy to nourish the heart.

After this massive consumption of internal energy and surviving death, her body's ability to resist stress doubled, her internal energy cultivation greatly increased, and she directly broke through to the sixth level.After a little perception, the sixth inner alchemy is about the size of a thumb, but Song Yuyan was extremely surprised by the degree of integration with the meridians.

The sixth layer of inner alchemy has the ability to transform internal energy into armor, which can transform the surrounding body into armor with extremely high defensive power.In the previous desperate battle with Peng Shan, she vaguely transformed into a simulated armor, but now she has the strength to transform into a real inner armor!

Impatient and fiery colors flashed in his eyes, Song Yuyan really wanted to try it now.

Song Qingwu sat on the chair without moving, silently watching Song Yuyan inspecting her body in surprise.

"Eh?" Song Yuyan suddenly discovered something unusual in her body.

Why is her heart surrounded by a layer of white energy?Looking at Song Qingwu puzzledly, she knew he knew.

"That's Captain Zhou's inner alchemy." Song Qingwu said coldly.

When this matter was mentioned, Song Yuyan's eyes turned red, and the scene of Zhou Zhiyuan before his death still lingered in his mind.

"Master Qin shattered this inner alchemy and protected it around your heart to keep you alive." Song Qingwu said a lot, but his tone was still cool.

"Master Qin and the others are back..." Song Yuyan lowered her eyes in disappointment and guilt, feeling pain in her heart.Although she defended the wild city, she suffered a lot of losses. The ninth team was almost wiped out. How should she explain to Song Jianzhu?

"...You have tried your best." Song Qingwu saw her teardrops were faltering, hesitated for a moment, and then said comforting words. Although there was no emotion, it was enough for Song Yuyan.

Song Yuyan rubbed her face lightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the cyan staff leaning against the bed, her eyes lit up slightly, and said, "Is this 'Tianyan'?"

Song Qingwu nodded.

"You are really a mage now!" Song Yuyan was really happy for him.

Song Qingwu didn't answer, and silently handed her a few things - the shattered "Lingfeng" and the pierced "Panlong".

Song Yuyan's face froze, and she took them tremblingly. "Panlong" and "Lingfeng" have been with her for more than nine years, and their affection is as deep as that of friends. In the wilderness battle, they were all scrapped. The dilapidated appearance made Song Yuyan feel even more uncomfortable.

The mouth was tightly closed, and the nose also subconsciously stopped breathing. Song Yuyan's face was pale, and the feeling of suffocation hit the brain directly from the throat.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Song Qingwu pinched her cheeks with his hands and forced her to open her small mouth. The two lips were pressed to the middle vigorously, and they were pursed high.

Air suddenly poured into the chest cavity.

The temperature of Song Qingwu's hand was very low, and the cold feeling made Song Yuyan's whole body tremble, and she immediately woke up.

She was so sad that she forgot to breathe just now, she was such an idiot, she almost ruined the life that she finally recovered with her own hands.

"Let's go home." When she was hot all over and was so ashamed that she didn't know where her soul had gone, Song Qingwu suddenly said, with a serious and focused expression.

Song Yuyan was taken aback for a moment, and tears burst out of her eyes uncontrollably. She smiled and nodded desperately: "Okay! Go home, let's go home."

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After two more days of cultivation, Song Yuyan expressed to Song Zongzhu that she wanted to go home.

Although Song Jianzhu was reluctant, he still agreed.Song Yuyan had made great contributions in protecting the city this time, and escaped death. Before the ten-year period expired, she could go home early.

After dealing with the funeral of Zhou Zhiyuan and others, Song Yuyan bid farewell to Song Fangzhu, Qin Qing, Mo Yishan, Mo Yibai, Zhou Hege and others, got into Song Qingwu's carriage, and embarked on the road home.

Inside the car, Song Yuyan, who was still recovering from her injuries, was wrapped in a quilt, looking like a ball.

This is He Zixia's masterpiece.

She was in a slightly depressed and melancholy mood. When she came here nine years ago, she rode in a gorgeous carriage, and it was the same when she returned home nine years later.

The difference is that when she came here nine years ago, she brought a lot of things in large and small bags, but when she left, she only brought the broken "Lingfeng" and "Panlong".

And of course...

Song Yuyan quietly glanced at the indifferent Song Qingwu, feeling indescribably relaxed and sweet in her heart.

After traveling about half of the distance, Song Yuyan was horrified to find that Song Qingwu actually respected him as the prince.

"So you don't know?" He Zixia was surprised.

Song Yuyan's mouth twitched because of his appearance, she was speechless.She just woke up from a coma, how could she have the chance to know that Song Qingwu is the prince?

Seeing her weird expression, He Zixia couldn't help laughing, and Song Yuyan blushed again and reached out to hit him.After He Zixia declared his family, Song Yuyan was defenseless against him, and the two fought all the way, adding a bit of color to the long road.

While Song Yuyan and He Zixia were fighting, they couldn't help but sneak a few glances at Song Qingwu.He sat upright, without squinting, his defense was full, motionless like a statue.Song Yuyan didn't seem to be able to see his chest rising and falling.

Feeling distressed in my heart, Song Qingwu has really changed a lot, he used to be impatient but very cheerful, but now he is taciturn, with a cold temperament, and rejects people thousands of miles away.

Sighing softly, Song Yuyan really wanted to know what happened to Song Qingwu in the past nine years.

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There were three wounded in the car, which was not conducive to the bumps, so the forward speed slowed down a lot.It was five days before the feet touched the ground again.

The carriage stopped directly in front of a magnificent palace.He Zixia got out of the carriage first, and reached out to support Song Yuyan from below.

Song Yuyan had already put on the white coat that He Zixia bought for her, and walked down.

The words "City Lord's Mansion" directly hit his eyes.

Song Yuyan opened her eyes wide in disbelief. This magnificent palace is actually the city lord's mansion?her home?

The City Lord's Mansion in her memory was obviously warm and simple, but all she saw was a high-profile and cold gorgeous mansion.Daddy hates gold the most, but this mansion looks like gold from the outside, and the high-profile and luxurious decorations are all real gold and silver without exception.

Looking around, Song Yuyan found that the surrounding environment was extremely strange.Did it change a lot, or did the city lord's mansion just move to a new place?

She remembered that there was a pastry shop in front of her house. When she was a child, the owner of the shop told her that his house would never close, but she couldn't find it no matter how hard she looked...

For a moment, with a lot of thoughts, Song Yuyan hesitated, not daring to enter the door.

Seeing her delay in entering, He Zixia knew her doubts, and said, "Construction of the new city lord's mansion started two years ago. The big city lord looked around for a treasured land of geomantic omen, and finally found such a place, bought out the land, and rebuilt it." a mansion."

"What about the original one?" Song Yuyan didn't like the new home at all.

"It's on hold for now. Everything in the new city lord's mansion is new, and the big city lord spent a lot of money to buy furniture from all over the country."

Song Yuyan caressed the icy golden gate with a complicated expression. The new city lord's mansion was too gorgeous, and the eaves were all carved out of gold to look like giant dragons hovering upwards. The level of luxury might not even compare to the imperial palace.

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I find that I often miss punctuation?What's the matter? (After the exam, I am seriously revising the essay)