I Qinghuan gl

Qing Huan only felt unbearable pain in her head and chest, there was the sound of wind blowing in her ears, and some voice kept talking to her, but she couldn't hear anything clearly, and she didn't know when she fainted.

But after all, she fainted in Nan Yang's arms, so she felt more at ease.

In a comatose dream, she couldn't see anything, and there was only darkness in front of her eyes, but there were always many people's voices around her ears, calling nothing more than a name:

Ah Luo.

Ah Luo... Ah Luo... Ah Luo... Ah Luo...

It was like chanting, or like an uninterrupted curse, which made her have a splitting headache.

Why call her by that name? !

She vaguely seemed to see the shadow of the master, dressed in white, sitting upright opposite her, with shallow eyes.

She was about to rejoice, and wanted to hear the very familiar call from Nan Yang's mouth: "Qing Huan", so that she could grab a life-saving straw.

But Nan Yang turned his head, looked at her lightly, and whispered as if repeating someone's words:

"Alo."

Why……

why why……

She wanted to struggle instinctively, but there was a hand holding her tightly, very tightly, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, making her heart slowly settle down, as if the heart would pass through this hand Hand, flow to the heart of the other party.

There seemed to be a faint clear voice coming from her ear, forcing her to regain her sinking consciousness:

"Why does her nose keep bleeding? Why... why so much..."

"Don't panic, this is caused by the disorder of internal breath, and the qi and blood are in conflict."

"What happened to her? Why did the wound suddenly recur?"

Qing Huan tried her best to open her eyes and move her fingers to take a look at Nan Yang, but she didn't have any strength in her body.

"...The inner breath burst, and the wound was opened from the inside..."

"Inner breath burst?"

"She had some problems with her body, but they were so hidden that I couldn't see them... I don't know what the problem is. It seems to be a residual injury from a formation. I can't see it alone. I need to find someone with better medical skills. .”

"Is it life-threatening?"

"I don't know for now."

"The inner breath burst... Could it be that the tendons in her tee were not broken when she was young..."

……

Qing Huan was hazy and couldn't hear many words clearly, but she could hear the four words bursting with inner breath clearly.

Her mind was still very confused, unable to grasp a clue.

I don't know how long it has passed, someone sat on the edge of the bed next to her, held her head up a little, and then pressed the rim of the cup against her lips, and that person pinched the acupuncture point on her neck with his other hand, helping her Drink the water.

"Ahem..." She choked on the water, and her body coughed up and down a few times. Because of this precious little water, she finally had the strength to barely open her eyes.

She was lying on a large bed with light blue bed curtains hanging beside the bed. There was also a round table and a few round stools in the room.She thought about it carefully, it should be her own room in the inn.

There was a cup held up in front of her, and the hand holding the cup looked very familiar. Such a familiar scene seemed to have been experienced not long ago.Dark red scars were faintly exposed on that thin white and beautiful wrist, like a cluster of red plums falling in the snow all over the ground in winter, delicate and pitiful.

Nan Yang's clear and cold voice was close to his ears, like a breeze blowing across the lake in the spring of the south of the Yangtze River: "Are you awake?"

"Mmm...Master." Qing Huan smiled lightly on her pale face, and her weak appearance lying softly in Nan Yang's arms was very cute, like a wounded deer.

Nan Yang put the water aside, took out a handkerchief and wiped the water stains on Qing Huan's mouth, his voice was still emotionless: "You are very disobedient this time."

Qing Huan lowered her head and held Nan Yang's finger: "You too."

"...I'm different from you."

Qing Huan smiled lowly, and said softly: "Are they...are they still alive?"

"They're all alive and well, except you."

"I'm also... fine..." Qing Huan said bitterly.

Nan Yang hugged Qing Huan tightly in his arms from behind, resting his chin on Qing Huan's shoulder, and the two of them rubbed each other's warm and tender faces: "I said before, I love cleanliness very much. , I am very unhappy."

"But if you encounter danger next time...you must go first..." Qing Huan's voice trembled slightly.

"Enough." Nan Yang's voice was instantly cold, and he let go of Qing Huan, laying her flat on the bed, and walked away with a cold expression.

Qing Huan's eyes were sore, this was the second time she heard Master say, enough is enough.

Nan Yang walked to the threshold, stopped, turned his head slightly, and stopped talking.

"I was wrong, Master." Qing Huan whispered.

The air was silent for a moment.

"...I just thought that you were really going to die." Nan Yang's voice was faint, but it was inexplicably distressing and sad, "There was a lot of blood, a lot of blood, and I couldn't stop it. You are always like this , makes me very scared, afraid that you are going to die."

"I'm sorry..." Qing Huan's eyes were sour.

"I've never known it before, so it's what it feels like to be frightened." Nan Yang's voice was deep, as if it was about to blend into the night.

"Are you angry?" Qing Huan's voice was very soft, and her eyes were tightly locked on Nan Yang.

"Yes, very angry, even more angry than other people touching you." Nan Yang turned his head, and there was a very slight sadness in his brows and eyes.She had never seen this kind of look on Nan Yang's face, which made Qing Huan flustered.

"Then what should I do to calm you down?"

"...I don't know." Nan Yang turned her head, paused, and still stepped out of the threshold.

Qing Huan clenched her right fist, then loosened it weakly.

With a restrained expression, Nan Yang went down the stairs and walked to the backyard of the inn.It was midnight of the next day at this time, and the sky was so dark that there were no stars or moons.

A very strange situation is unfolding in the backyard.

Wuji supported the headless body of Wuming picked up, and fiddled with Wuming's neck.Wugong was holding Wuming's head, yawning and watching Wuji fiddle with it.

Nan Yang understood it at a glance.At that time, Wuming's head flew out without a single drop of blood splashing out, and Wuming was usually very silent, and he spoke in that strange tone without ups and downs, so she guessed that Wuming was actually a mecha man.

Luanhuagu's natural craftsmanship has really reached a terrifying level.

"Master Nanyang, you are here." Wuji slightly nodded to Nanyang.

"Is it repaired well?" Nan Yang asked casually as he walked.

"It's okay, a small problem. It was the thread Gu released by the woman. It was so powerful that it strangled Wuming's neck. Wuming's body was broken in half before, and we can repair it." Wuji said the creepy words, His expression was unusually peaceful.

"Where's Junqiao?"

"Master Shaogu is in the kitchen."

Nan Yang nodded, she was also going to the kitchen, and happened to meet Jun Qiao.

The Gu in Junqiao is just an ordinary Gu that temporarily makes people lose consciousness. After returning home and taking the medicine, it will be fine. Not only did it go to see Qinghuan's wound, but now he ran to the kitchen alive and well.

When Nan Yang entered the kitchen, Jun Qiao turned his back to her and was stirring something in the pot.On the belt behind her was the half-faced white jade mask with long tassels.

"Junqiao, what are you doing?" Nan Yang asked softly.

Junqiao hurriedly turned around, and said with a smile, "Qinghuan has been in a coma all day, you... you haven't eaten anything, so I'll come to the kitchen to make some meals, and I'm just idle anyway."

"She's awake now." Nan Yang walked over and glanced at the contents of Junqiao's pot, "She should be hungry."

"It just so happens that I should start cooking this dish."

"Your cooking is still not light enough," Nan Yang said lightly, "I'll do it myself."

Jun Qiao looked at Nan Yang's serious profile in surprise, and nodded in a daze.

Nan Yang picked up an egg and looked at it coldly for a long time, but did not move.

"... Nanyang?" Junqiao called her carefully.

Nan Yang glanced at Junqiao, pointed to the pot in front of him: "How to do this."

The tone of the voice was very gentle, and it was not a question at all.

Junqiao couldn't help chuckling: "Listening to what you said, I thought you were a good cook, and I was just surprised that your majestic lord can also cook."

"It's normal if you don't know how to do it, so I'm asking you how to do it." Nan Yang held the egg and said solemnly.