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Those fingers were icy cold, firmly pinching his neck.

Jiang Xun's jet-black long hair slipped from his shoulders, covering Wang Sheng in an airtight manner.

He was forced to look at Jiang Xun, but found that there was only a chaotic killing intent in the other's eyes, and there was no clarity.

Something bad happened.

Wang Sheng's heart rang loudly, and he was about to resist.

Suddenly, a dazzling flash of lightning illuminated the dark room, followed by rolling thunder hidden among the clouds.

Jiang Xun's pale face suddenly changed, the red light in his eyes disappeared, and he frowned in pain.

Wang Sheng was strangled by his neck and did not dare to move. After a while, he seemed to finally calm down and released the trembling Wang Sheng.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Xun's face was a bit ugly, he looked at the faint red mark on Wang Sheng's neck guiltily, opened and closed his lips several times, but hesitated to speak.

Wang Sheng was still in a state of shock. He touched his neck. Fortunately, Jiang Xun didn't hit hard just now. Otherwise, according to the strength of his hand, he probably would have died long ago.

He coughed twice, tried to calm down his emotions, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "What's going on? Let's figure out a solution together, or have you lost your temper? I told you that you don't have to work so hard in cultivation. You have already That's amazing."

But Jiang Xun was not distracted by his clumsy words, his eyes were still fixed on Wang Sheng's neck: "It's not crazy. Next time if this happens again, you don't have to worry about me, lock the door and leave directly. That's fine, I can recover myself."

What?

Can there be a next time?

Farewell, come a few more times, I'm afraid my life will die.

Wang Sheng felt a little inexplicably irritated, but it didn't seem to be because the other party choked his neck when he lost his mind, but because the other party didn't take himself seriously.

"What if you can't recover next time? Will you just leave you here?"

Jiang Xun pursed his lips and didn't speak, but his expression clearly acquiesced.

Wang Sheng was so angry that he got up from the ground in a fit of anger and was about to leave.

Wang Sheng took only two steps, but found that Jiang Xun was still sitting there with his head down, looking a little pitiful, so he had to turn back frizzily, and stretched out his hand to pull him up.

"If you really don't want to say it, I won't force you. But I really regard you as a friend. If you can use me, you must tell me."

Jiang Xun looked down at him, his gaze was so deep that it was hard to figure it out. He was silent for a moment, but he changed the subject: "...the crucian carp soup is simmering on the stove, and it becomes fishy when it gets cold."

Wang Sheng was taken aback for a moment. He had casually mentioned this crucian carp soup at the dinner table two days ago, but he didn't expect that the other party actually made it for him.

When he got to the kitchen, he found that the charcoal fire in the stove was half-lit, but the temperature of the fish soup was just right, not too hot, but also very thick and fragrant.

According to his request a few days ago, tender white tofu and chives were added to the soup.

When the lid was opened, warm steam rushed over his face. Wang Sheng hid alone in the fireworks of this world, but his eye sockets were hot.

When Li Xiuyuan took a long time to change his clothes and came out, Jiang Xun had already returned to his usual calm appearance, and stood in front of the dining table without saying a word, laying down the bowls and chopsticks.

He was very big-hearted, and as soon as he sat down on the chair, he began to tap his chopsticks and wait for his meal.

It's just that this meal is always a bit awkward to eat. Wang Sheng has a tricky mouth and sometimes picky eaters. He doesn't eat this or that.

Jiang Xun is born to worry about his life, sometimes seeing him in such a dead state, he would use serving chopsticks to pick up food for him.

But today Wang Sheng didn't know what happened to him, he kept staring at the plate in front of him and scratching it, Jiang Xun seemed not to see it, and ate silently with his head down.

Li Xiuyuan looked left and right, and felt that his head was going to be bald.

Jiang Xun quickly and silently finished the rice in the bowl, got up and was about to leave the table, but was stopped by Wang Sheng.

Li Xiuyuan tilted his head to look, and found that this silly boy had taken a clean porcelain bowl full of fish soup and handed it over at some point, and said awkwardly: "You have stewed too much soup. , can't finish it."

Jiang Xun didn't say anything, took the bowl and drank the soup.

When it was dark, Li Xiuyuan still couldn't guess what these two were awkward about.

He couldn't think of it, and he didn't want to, anyway, he couldn't afford to mess with anyone.

Just when Li Xiuyuan was sauntering about to go back to his room to sleep, Wang Sheng suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes furtively.

As soon as he stopped walking, he squinted and saw Wang Sheng looked around cautiously like a thief, before he moved closer and said, "I want to ask you something."

Li Xiuyuan was overjoyed, and replied directly: "If you have something to say, don't do this with me. If you ask about Jiang Xun, just shut up and go back to sleep. You don't know, can I know?"

Wang Sheng was choked up like this, and the boss didn't like it, so he groaned for a while and said, "Whoever asked you about Jiang Xun, I just want to ask, what are the symptoms of your cultivators' madness? Is there any way to relieve it?"

Li Xiuyuan's face was serious: "Is Jiang Xun insane?"

Wang Sheng scratched his head irritably, knowing that he couldn't hide it from him: "I don't know, it seems that something went wrong, and you know his temper. He refuses to say anything, and I'm a little worried."

Although Li Xiuyuan didn't know Jiang Xun very well, but because he had indirectly saved his life, he was a little worried when he heard this.

"It's really hard to say. After all, there are all kinds of reasons for becoming obsessed. Some are because of inner demons, some are because the skills you practice conflict with yourself, and some are because your natal magic weapon is not suitable for you."

"It's very difficult to say. You have to speak up yourself to know the specific reason."

Although Wang Sheng didn't have much hope, after hearing these words, he was still a little disappointed.

Seeing his disappointed look, Li Xiuyuan patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "I thought you guys were making trouble, although I haven't known Jiang Xun for a long time, but he is bigger than the two of us combined." It's much more powerful. Whatever the situation, he can handle it by himself, so don't worry about him."

Wang Sheng didn't know why, not only didn't he feel better, but even more annoying.He took Li Xiuyuan's arm off his shoulder in grief, and went back to the room with a sigh.

Li Xiuyuan was left in a daze, not knowing what he said wrong.

Leaving aside how Wang Sheng couldn't sleep tonight, Mrs. Song and Master Song over there are completely devastated.

"What's the use of you just sighing! Look at the people you invited, the so-called experts, they don't look like Feng'er. I think you were fooled by the old fox of the Tan family! " Mrs. Song was holding a handkerchief, crying and cursing.

Master Song is just 45 years old this year, and he is well maintained on weekdays. He looks only in his forties.

But at this time, he looked sad and sighed, and he looked very close to his real age.

After a day of exhaustion, Mrs. Song made a fuss again, his forehead was buzzing, and his tone could not help showing a bit of temper: "When you were looking for a doctor before, you also quarreled with me like this, saying that doctors are unreliable , You have to find a Taoist priest for this matter."

"I really found a Taoist priest for Feng'er, and you want to say that others are liars! I am too busy to take care of my son on weekdays, and you spoil him every day, which is why he got used to such a lawless, lazy and lazy temperament. ! Now anyone dares to provoke, where to dare to go!"

"Before I said that I would be able to calm down after getting married. Well, I spent a lot of effort to find a good marriage. Net worth, appearance, character! What's wrong, he just isn't satisfied, go outside to find those dubious That's all, even the girl from a good family is not spared, now kicking down the iron plate and causing this problem, who is to blame!" Master Song also became more and more angry, and his emotions gradually became agitated.

Mrs. Song can't stand people saying that her baby is not good at all in her life. When she heard this, her face turned pale at first, and then flushed. It doesn't look like a person who can keep it! I make rules for her on weekdays, and I also look dead with suffocation. Who can bear it? If she can't hold her husband's heart, what will happen to my Feng'er? Will you go outside to have fun when you are depressed?"

Master Song was furious when he heard the words, he slapped the table, and said angrily: "Then I have found the wrong marriage? Well, well, I don't care! If he really does not recover, it will be his own life! No wonder other people!"

After that, he slammed the door angrily and left.

Mrs. Song also felt a little regretful after her unscrupulous words. Seeing that her husband left without looking back, she was frightened and cried loudly.

On weekdays, Mr. Song might be fine, but he was also angry at this time, allowing Mrs. Song to cry hard, and went straight to the small courtyard of the concubine's room on his own.Yuwan is still the most gentle and considerate, only she can relieve the distress in her heart.

Mrs. Song cried alone for a while, and seeing that Master Song had no intention of coming back, she asked in a sob, "Where is Master, have you gone to sleep in the study? What should I do? It's so cold now, I'm afraid I'm going to catch a cold. "

After finishing speaking, she called the servant girl to find someone to come back. Who would have thought that her personal servant girl would come back alone after only going out for a while.

Mrs. Song's complexion was a bit ugly, and she was about to cry again holding her handkerchief: "He won't come back? Why is he so inconsiderate of me? I'm also worried about Feng'er. Forget it, I'll go find him myself."

The maid hung her head tightly, and falteringly stopped Mrs. Song who was about to go out: "Husband... madam, master, master, he went to Aunt Sun's place."

The voice fell, and the room was silent.

The personal servant girl didn't dare to raise her head, and it took a long time before she heard her wife take a breath and say: "...that bitch, it's her again!"

Mrs. Song's face was pale, and she walked back like a ghost, and kept muttering: "Without you, I can't find anyone else in such a huge Jiangcheng? Feng'er, I'll save him...I'll save him."