reverse spirit

Liguo Huancheng.

Feng Chen walked into a guest room with his body covered in dust, and without taking off his clothes, he flung himself onto the bed with a "bang", and fell into a drowsy sleep.

The green smoke curled up like a cloud, and in the middle of the empty and quiet temple, the statues of the twelve main gods were lined up one by one, overlooking the common people on the earth from behind the faint green smoke.

In the setting sun of streams and mountains outside the hall, the screen windows in the hall reflect the curtain.

Li Xiruo lifted up her robe and knelt gently in front of the statue. Her white clothes were dyed with the shadow of the ever-burning lamp, exuding a bit of majesty.

He bent down and touched his forehead to the back of his hand.

The twelve gods lowered their eyes, as if they were looking at him, or just watching the three thousand worlds with cold eyes.

A figure ran quickly between the pavilions and corridors, with twelve crowns on his head, shaking constantly as he ran, making rustling noises when colliding.

He was out of breath from running, but he still refused to stop for a moment.

"Dang!" A bell rang.

The willow branches sway gently, and the rustle echoes.

He stopped suddenly and stood in the corridor blankly.

"Dangdangdang..." The sound was transmitted for several miles, resounding through the world, and even people's hearts seemed to be hit hard.

He fell to his knees on the ground with a "bang".

"don't want......"

A howl of despair and pain popped out of his throat, echoing in the empty Nine Layers Palace, and could not dissipate for a long time.

Feng Chen was lying quietly in the dark guest room alone, his heavy breath was blowing out from his nose with fiery breath, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, but his body temperature was as high as scalding hot water.

"Boom", there was a burst of thunder, and countless birds shook their wings and rushed to the sky in a panic, as if they were frightened by the thunder, and seemed to feel something more ominous.

Feng Chen tightly grasped the quilt under his body, as if he was trying his best to endure the great pain, his hands became tighter and tighter, his knuckles turned white, as pale as his lips.

There were bursts of thunder, lightning and thunder, and black clouds overwhelmed the city. At first glance, the entire sky seemed to have collapsed.

Feng Chen got up from the bed in a dizzy state, the originally clean bedding was pressed by him for two whole days and two nights, and it was covered with a layer of dust.

Feng Chen shuffled out of the room as if sleepwalking, when the waiter saw him, his face was worried and relieved, as if he was always worried about whether he could not sleep in the room for a long time.

Feng Chen was still very tired, he didn't want to explain anything, he just threw some silver taels to the waiter in the shop, and then asked him to prepare a wooden bucket and hot water for him, and change the sheets and bedding by the way.

After taking a comfortable bath and changing a piece of clothes, Feng Chen didn't even eat, and went back to his room to continue falling asleep.

The last ray of afterglow faded, and the bright moon climbed up the treetops.

Feng Chen's whole body was in pain. He turned over uncomfortably, but felt as if a fire was burning inside his body. After burning for a while, it suddenly turned into thousand-year-old ice, making him almost trembling from the cold. Gasping, consciousness is confused and fuzzy.

His forehead suddenly seemed to be covered with something cold, and the coolness penetrated deep into his skin, completely like a stream of sweet spring in a scorching hot day, which instantly relieved most of the discomfort. After a while, a faint fragrance broke into his body. The nasal cavity quickly turned into a breeze and dew, wiping away the remaining pain.

Feng Chen breathed out comfortably, and his consciousness became clearer. He raised his hand and touched his forehead, and he touched something like cotton cloth.

"Are you awake? Feeling better?"

a voice asked.

Feng Chen's heartbeat stopped for a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his whole body froze.

Li Xiruo sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him, with a faint smile on her face, and the candles in her eyes were filled with deep autumn water.

It's like a dream, like smoke and clouds, and like a nine-day illusion.

Feng Chen looked at him motionlessly, without blinking his eyes, as if he wanted to see him carefully, afraid that he might miss something if he blinked, but he didn't dare to blink as if he was looking at a phantom , not daring to make any movements, for fear that any slight movement of his would break everything in front of him.

Li Xiruo lowered his head, looked into his eyes, and asked with a smile: "I came all the way to look for you, but you ignored me, why, don't you welcome me?"

Feng Chen opened his eyes slightly, and the expression in his eyes changed again and again - surprise, doubt, surprise, disbelief.

There is even sadness.

Li Xiruo's figure was reflected in his pupils, like the immortal deeds on the stone wall, and like a black stone in a sinking pool, so thick and deep, it was firmly imprinted in it and never faded.

The light and shadow of the candle flame kept turning in his eyes, making one feel that he was about to cry at any moment.

Li Xiruo couldn't laugh anymore, Feng Chen's eyes were like countless silver needles, piercing his heart one by one, he bent down and hugged Feng Chen gently.

"Feng Chen." Li Xi Ruo leaned against Feng Chen's ear, softly called his name, then turned her face and kissed his hot face due to high fever: "I'm back." He said.

Feng Chen's hands trembled slightly.

Li Xiruo closed her eyes, lowered her head and kissed his shoulder.

The warm breath brushed over his shoulders, and the all-too-familiar clear fragrance finally lingered on the tip of his nose again. Feng Chen slowly raised his hand, paused in mid-air, and carefully landed on Li Xi Ruo's shoulder. superior.

As if probing, Feng Chen called cautiously: "Xi Ruo?"

Li Xiruo kissed his face, then pinched his face lightly, and said, "Finally believe that I am not dreaming?"

Feng Chen still stared at him blankly.

Li Xiruo looked at him as if he was completely at a loss, and as if he was too excited to react, and really didn't know whether to feel sorry for him or laugh at him.

Feng Chen still seemed to be frozen, looked at him motionless, looked at him, suddenly closed his eyes, and frowned, as if a little uncomfortable.

Li Xiruo immediately reached out to touch his face, then lifted the cotton cloth from his forehead, and touched his forehead.

Feng Chen opened his eyes and looked at him.

"You've only been separated from me for a few days and you've become so ill. Can't you take good care of yourself?"

Li Xiruo poked him on the head while complaining, then stood up holding the cotton cloth.

Feng Chen immediately grabbed his arm and looked at him nervously.

Li Xiruo was stunned for a while, then patted Feng Chen's hand, and said softly: "The cloth is not cool enough, I'll change another one for you, don't worry, I won't leave."

Feng Chen hesitated for a long time, and finally let go.

The author has something to say: Happy Children's Day everyone ↖(^ω^)↗, Xiao Li and Feng Chen also met again, it's really a double blessing, gratifying to congratulate, it would be even better if I had a double, haha.