The accident seemed to happen in an instant, and a burst of noise disrupted the original tranquility of the village.

An old man in a brown coat, followed by several warriors holding halberds, walked straight towards the clock.

"Hello, are you the shaman who treats the villagers here these days?" The old man's attitude was very pious

"Yes." The clock replied immediately.

"Exactly, shaman, our city lord has been feeling unwell recently. I heard that you have superb medical skills, so it happened to be a diagnosis and treatment for our city lord."

"Okay." The clock's heart was already in turmoil.

"Yeah." Seeing that the clock had a good attitude, the old man added, "Our city lord doesn't like talking too much, so don't talk too much, understand?"

"Yes." The right hand of the clock trembled a little, and he immediately held it tightly with his left hand.

After a while, I calmed down.

When we arrived at the castle, it was already afternoon, the sun was slanting westward, the clock passed by the courtyard of the castle, a tree of cherry blossoms was falling, and a few petals fell on the shoulder of the clock in a blink of an eye.

—His right hand shook uncontrollably again.

Closer, closer, closer.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

The sound of coughing due to weakness could already be heard in the distance.

"Master City Master—" The old man in brown clothes prostrated respectfully on the ground, "That witch with superb medical skills has already been brought here for you."

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... come in..."

The voice of the city lord was deep and hoarse because of his illness, but it revealed a unique magnetism.

The moment he opened the curtain and walked in, the Yindao City Lord was struggling halfway to his feet.

——The seaweed-like long black hair was tied into a bundle, half-spreading obliquely on the front and back of his neck, the dark red eyes revealed a bit of sick charm, the five fingers were slender and the thin skin above it was almost Transparent pale, blue tendons are already faintly visible.

He is beautiful and weak!

Zhong Zhong hid his right hand in the wide sleeve, clenched his upper and lower teeth firmly, and pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, trying his best to restrain his gaffe.

On the other hand, on the side of the Yindao City Lord, although he looked weak on the surface, his heart was surging

——The boy has short hair and is neat and sassy, ​​but there are a pair of familiar eyes on his smooth cheeks

——He couldn't be more familiar with these eyes, how many times he had a midnight dream that disturbed him day and night!

The author has something to say: Little Angel Feather, Little Gouqi, as a senior lazy cancer patient, feels deeply ashamed and is already looking for a piece of tofu_(:з」∠)_

Finally, Minna-san, Happy National Day (≧?≦)/

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