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Huo Zhenye was dizzy and tired, but he still held Bai Zhun's hand tightly, not allowing him to withdraw it.

Bai Zhun struggled lightly, but when he couldn't break free, he stopped struggling.

The house full of paper figures knew that the master was awake, and they all came to the bedside, looking at Huo Zhenye and Bai Zhun expectantly.

When Huo Zhenye opened his eyes again, paper figurines surrounded his head. They all opened their white eyes. Seeing that he woke up, the paper bamboo sounds kept ringing.

Although these paper figurines can't speak, but after getting along for so long, I really developed feelings for them.

Huo Zhenye chuckled lightly: "I'm fine."

There were too many paper figurines, and after looking around, they changed another batch. All the paper figurines and birds in the room had seen Huo Bai, and the room fell silent again.

Bai Zhun opened his eyes and closed them again.

Huo Zhenye tried to sit up with his hands on his hands, but Zhifei supported him, his eyes fixed on Bai Zhun, and he patted the black-faced Zhang Fei's arm with his backhand: "Thank you brother."

"How are you? Are you uncomfortable?" Huo Zhenye asked.

Bai Zhun frowned and didn't answer, his face turned paler and his lips became lighter.

Axiu immediately complained, and she told Huo Zhenye with signs that the master hadn't eaten or slept well these days.

"How many days have I slept? How many days has he slept?" Huo Zhenye's voice was hoarse, and even he felt weak. Bai Zhun's body was so delicate, how could he bear it.

Axiu gave Huo Zhenye a five, and pointed to Bai Zhun for a two.

Huo Zhenye stretched out his hand to pull out the needle, made a big movement and felt dizzy again, and said to Axiu, "Please, warm up two cups of milk."

He fell asleep longer than Bai Zhun, but after sitting for a while, he felt refreshed and tried to help the bed to stand up.

The paper servant carried Bai Zhun into the room, Axiu brought hot milk and honey, and a plate of biscuits and bread, Huo Zhenye drank a glass of milk and ate a few pieces of soft bread, and felt much better in his stomach.

Feed another cup to Bai Zhun. There are two spoonfuls of honey in the milk, which smells sweet. Bai Zhun drank half of the cup, and the remaining half cup of milk was dipped in soft bread. He ate a slice and shook it.

Bai Zhun's face was pale, and he looked much more haggard than Huo Zhenye. Huo Zhenye stood by his bed and reached out to touch his temples. He didn't know if it was because of fatigue, but he didn't dodge.

Her phoenix eyes were slightly opened, and she looked at Huo Zhenye silently, with an air of being quiet and obedient.

That gaze was quiet, but it was filled with thousands of emotions. Huo Zhenye leaned forward and wanted to kiss the corner of his eyes, but before he could touch it, he stopped again.

The skin on his mouth was chapped and peeled, afraid of scratching Bai Zhun.

Only then did Bai Zhun move, his black eyebrows frowned slightly, his eyes moved like ripples in a still lake.

Huo Zhenye chuckled, he was not happy not to kiss him, so he leaned forward and kissed him.

Bai Zhun's brows just loosened, and then he frowned deeper, and tilted his head to avoid it. Not only was the dry skin on the man's mouth cracked, but he also had a ring of stubble growing on his chin, which pinched him.

He was not happy not to kiss him, and he was still not happy after kissing him, Huo Zhenye was speechless, and touched the corner of his eyes: "It's really hard to wait on."

"Then don't wait on you." Bai Qiye turned his face away, leaned against the pillow, and muffled.

The two coincidentally, thinking of the thing they did in the dream while covered by a quilt.

"I'm happy, okay, I'm happy." Huo Zhenye coaxed him softly, "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

"I've had enough sleep." After sleeping for two full days, I was tired and didn't want to sleep.

"Then let's talk?" When he first fell asleep, Bai Zhun was sitting by the bed and guarding Huo Zhenye, but now it was upside down, and Huo Zhenye was sitting by the bed.

He put his hand under the quilt, groped around with his fingertips, and found Bai Zhun's hand.

Bai Zhun hid his hands in his sleeves, but Huo Zhenye couldn't find them after touching for a while, knowing that Bai Zhun did it on purpose, he simply touched his thigh recklessly.

Bai Zhun reprimanded him, "Where are you touching?"

"Where do you want me to touch you?"

After Huo Zhenye finished speaking, Bai Zhun's ears turned red, and his voice was hoarse: "Wait until you get better."

Well, do something, his eyes are clear.

As soon as Axiu came to the door, she stopped again. Sister Xi had taught her that when Master Qi and Mr. Huo were in the room, she had to knock on the door to enter.

Axiu knocked on the door, Bai Zhun quickly raised his eyes, the phoenix eyes were stained with a tinge of fat, he asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Much more majestic than usual.

Axiu timidly handed over the letter, but Bai Zhun hadn't recovered yet, unable to raise his hand, Huo Zhenye asked him with his eyes, seeing that he had no objection, he took the letter and opened it.

"It's a letter from a door." Huo Zhenye glanced at ten lines, the letter was written by Hong Sihai, he asked Bai Zhun for help, but old man Hong was unconscious.

"When was this delivered?"

Axiu thought about it, wrote it down and told them that Bai Zhun had just fallen asleep not long ago.

Hong Sihai came to invite him in person, but Axiu refused to open the door for him. He was so anxious that the fat man almost climbed the wall. He finally left a letter saying that Mr. Hong hadn't woken up for two days.

It looks like you are in a dream, but how can you not wake up after falling asleep?

"One level is the same as the other way." After Huo Zhenye finished speaking, Bai Zhun was about to get up.

"You can't go now." Huo Zhenye pressed him on the pillow without any effort at all, Bai Zhun was out of energy, and lay down as soon as he touched it.

"I have to go." He said, "The master of the Hong sect is an old man from the eight sects." If Mr. Hong is gone, the eight sects will be separated sooner or later.

He insisted on going, but seeing Huo Zhenye's disapproval, he simply called paper servants and asked them to change his clothes.

Huo Zhenye couldn't help getting angry, suppressed his anger, saw that Bai Zhun's face was as white as paper, and insisted on rushing to the door, and felt sorry for him: "I'll drive you there."

"No need." Bai Zhun's worry just showed on his brows, and he hid it again, and sneered to cover up: "You drive like this, I won't sit."

Huo Zhenye stood up and changed his clothes, ignored Bai Zhun's objection, and hired a car to go to Hong's house.

When Hong Sihai heard that Bai Zhun was coming, he went out to greet him. Mr. Hong was unconscious and begged Bai Qiye to come and see him, but he didn't come, and the whole family was very dissatisfied with Bai Zhun.

The same is true for Hong Sihai, but when he came out to take a look, he saw that both Bai Zhun and Huo Zhenye had a bad expression on their faces, and his heart skipped a beat: "Master Qi, are you... just waking up?"

The energy captured by Hongyang dissipated, so he didn't have the energy to maintain the spell. Once the nightmare was over, Old Man Hong naturally woke up.

Bai Zhun closed his eyes and agreed.

Hong Sihai was solemn, and he said in a low voice: "Go and see the old man."

It wasn't until Bai Zhun was welcomed into Mr. Hong's bedroom that Hong Sihai stepped back, looked around, and confessed to Bai Zhun: "Mr. Hong just woke up not long ago."

Just now, Hong Sihai thought that Mr. Hong was blessed with great fortune, but now it seems that he woke up because of Bai Zhun.

He bowed deeply, with a rare serious expression on his face, and he no longer squinted his eyes and smiled. In the past few days when Old Man Hong was in a coma, Fatty Hong had lost a lot of weight, and even the slits in his eyes were more open than before.

A lot of people talk a lot, and it's hard to get people together.

Mr. Hong had only been in a coma for a few days, and the people below were ready to move. They were divided into several factions, and they all began to prepare for Mr. Hong's funeral.

It is said that the old man has a long life, and he has lived to the end of his life. If he can pass away without illness and pain in his dream, it will be his blessing.

Today, I gathered around Mr. Hong's bed again, and one of them said, "Sihai, there are some things that should be prepared. We need to set up a filial piety shed, invite drums and music, and a full set of paper horses. Bai Qiye refuses to come, so we have to make a decision first." .”

The other also said: "Yes, there must be a charter for everything to be done here."

There should always be a number of house title deeds and bank deposits.

Hong Sihai was so angry that his stomach trembled: "All of you, those who eat on the official side, are famous in the rivers and lakes, which one is not in the honor of the old man, if there is no sign of the old man's "gold", you can still eat like today Wear silk with oil?"

"Sihai, what you said is really ugly. If the old man is fine, we wouldn't say such things, but now that he is lying down, if one day he ascends to immortality, we have to be prepared."

Mr. Hong woke up slowly. Before he could speak, he heard the children and grandchildren arguing about the inheritance. He simply didn't open his eyes, and only moved his fingers when only Hong Sihai was around.

Up to now, the people in the first school don't know that the old man has woken up.

Bai Zhun's wheelchair rolled to Mr. Hong's bed, and Mr. Hong opened his eyes when he heard the voice: "Master Qi is here."

Last time, he deliberately pretended to be weak and his eyes and ears were dim, but now he really lost his energy and spirit, and he raised his breath for a while before saying: "I'm making Qi Ye laugh, the older I am, the less courageous I am, Qi Ye Blame it on me."

Bai Zhun had known for a long time that the first sect was deliberately pushing him out, and that Huo Zhenye was indeed in danger. He had seen too many lives and deaths, so he just looked at the master of the first sect and did not speak.

Mr. Hong's body is weak, but his eyes are still clear: "The Eight Gates are about to fall apart, I can't stop it."

Two sects, five sects and six sects, these three sects have long been intended to be included in the first gate. Mr. Hong may have been able to last for a few years, but after wasting a few days like this, he knows that he will not live long.

He thought of those dreams where he couldn't escape, his body couldn't help trembling, he took a deep breath, calmed down and said to Bai Zhun: "Qi Ye can come to see me, it's considered a full love."

Grandpa Hong recalled that when he was young, he first set up a family of eight. At that time, everyone was just taking care of each other and eating together.

No one expected to come to this step, to be famous, and then to decline again.

The light shines on Old Master Hong's face through the carved flowers on the bed, his eyes are getting darker, and Bai Zhun can tell at a glance that the sunset will be today at the latest.

"Your descendants won't avenge you?" Bai Zhun glanced at Fatty Hong.

"I've already made up my mind about whether I want to talk about enmity or not. The land deed of the house can't be kept, so they will share the money." Mr. Hong had already closed his eyes.

Open it again, look at Huo Zhenye first and then at Bai Zhun: "Qi Ye is a man with future blessings, we can't stay here any longer."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, not having the energy to say any more.

Hong Sihai sent Bai Zhun and Huo Zhenye out, he hesitated for a moment and told Bai Zhun: "Qi Ye, the old man said that he got a divination in a dream."

Mr. Hong woke up from the dream, avoided the crowd, and wept sadly. He refused to say what he dreamed, but he said that he got a hexagram in it.

"What hexagram?" Mr. Hong had closed the mountain a long time ago, and the signboards with golden characters are still there, but most of them are for dignitaries and dignitaries. It has been a long time since he did not divination.

Hong Sihai shook his head: "The old man refused to say, he just told me to take my family and go south to avoid disaster."

Let him finish the funeral and leave immediately.

Huo Zhenye clenched the armrest of the wheelchair, is the situation so bad?

After Hong Sihai finished speaking, he returned to the mansion. There was crying in the house after a while. White lanterns were hung at the gate of Hong's house, and all the servants wore white cloths around their waists.

Bai Zhun looked at the stone lion in front of the door silently for a while, then turned around indifferently: "Let's go."

The author has something to say: Qi Ye is uncomfortable, Qi Ye will not speak today