Rebirth of the doomsday lord Qinglong

After a while, Long Chongyu took back his mobile phone and came back from the balcony to breathe fresh air again. He probably explained the work in the criminal police team clearly, and his face eased a lot. Seeing Yin Jue in a daze, he laughed at himself and said, "We have to Get along for a few more days."

Yin Jue blinked, still thinking about various escape plans before being cut off.

Long Chongyu sat back on Yin Jue's bed again, and asked with some embarrassment mixed with a little expectation: "I don't know your name yet."

Yin Jue came back to his senses, his eyes became colder, and he turned his head to ignore him.

Long Chongyu waited for a while and saw that Yin Jue didn't answer, so he touched his nose and said, "Okay... you should rest for a while."

As soon as Yin Jue closed his eyes, Long Chongyu seemingly casually looked at the pages of injection notes and patient information hanging on the IV stand.

His name is Yin Jue...

Yin Jue was very uncomfortable when leaning on the pillow to sleep because of the gauze wrapped around his forehead, coupled with the constant nausea, his face was very pale, but less than an hour after he fell asleep, his cheeks turned slightly rosy, Even the eyelids were a little pink, and when Long Chongyu realized something was wrong, he reached out and touched Yin Jue's forehead—it was hot.

Having a fever at a time like this is just too bad!

Although Yin Jue's injuries in the car accident were not serious, but because of the lack of soul and other reasons, his body was a little thinner, and he was stimulated by Long Chongyu, so it was normal to have a low-grade fever.

But now is a sensitive period, Long Chongyu didn't know why he had a low-grade fever, and he was at a loss for a while.

Long Chongyu patted Yin Jue's face and said in a low voice, "Wake up."

At this moment, the hour and minute hands coincided, pointing to six o'clock with a snap.

Six o'clock every night and six o'clock in the morning of the next day belong to the time when the two halves of the soul exchange and control the body. Originally, one person, one soul, was split into two halves at birth, and half kept the purity of birth, memory It is also a blank sheet of paper, while the other half is willing to bear in mind the centuries-old grievances.

Slowly, the personality formed by the two halves of the soul began to diverge. During the day, Long Chongyu dreamed of being an excellent policeman since he was a child. proudly.

On the other hand, he who appears at night is the opposite. Although he also follows the rules of survival in this world, his upright and resolute face hides a vicious and violent temper, and he acts cautiously and viciously. Good at disguising.

Both personalities know each other's existence, but they don't interfere with each other most of the time, and in order not to affect life, the two personalities can even share each other's memories of the day, but this is only done when the personality appears at night, because Most of the time, whether it is day or night, it is the gentle Long Chongyu who controls the body, and the dark personality seems to prefer to fall into a deep sleep.

But unexpectedly today, the person in the evening couldn't wait to seize control of his body.

Long Chongyu leaned his head on the back of the chair, raised his head after a while, his eyes changed, and scraped Yin Jue up and down like an ice knife.

Wrapped in the quilt, Yin Jue blushed and swelled into a ball, unaware that he was being stared at by a beast-like gaze.

Long Chongyu's face was quite gloomy. He was different from himself in the daytime. Hundreds of years of memories and knowledge were sealed in his mind, and only he could open and use them.

Long Chongyu approached him, lowered his head and sniffed at Yin Jue's temples. In addition to the refreshing scent of strawberry shower gel, even the soul exuded a faint sweet smell, but it seemed...not very healthy...but it was this person Well, the taste of the soul is unmistakable. It was the Dragon Lord who pointed his sword at him with a determined face. His fingertips turned pale when he held the sword, but he still stubbornly questioned him, provoked him, and then... ... imprisoning him... the courage is really fat.

Thinking so, Long Chongyu stretched out his hand to touch Yin Jue's hot forehead.

It's a pity that Long Chongyu hadn't split into different personalities 500 years ago, so he was extremely contradictory at that time. He was obviously gentle in nature, but he couldn't suppress Zhu Xian's demonic nature, so he had the last sword.

Until the contradictory whole is completely torn apart, the gentle part can't bear the fact that it kills the person it likes with its own hands, and when it manages to reincarnate, it doesn't even want to remember.And even though he has shouldered everything, he is still cold-hearted and cold-blooded. Perhaps no amount of pain can change the viciousness in his bones.

Yes, at another time when he was in pain, he would be in pain too.

"Um... uncomfortable." The big ball on the bed arched, showing a red face, and the clear and shallow voice unconsciously scratched the heart.

Long Chongyu: "..."

Long Chongyu was silent for a while, and Yin Jue's low-grade fever turned serious in just such a short time.

"Water... want to drink water..."

As soon as Long Chongyu's face turned dark, his skin color was already dark, but now it makes people feel that even the blackness has begun to materialize...

In the early morning of the next day, Long Chongyu frowned and got up from the other bed. He was very surprised that he didn't get the memory of last night shared by his other half. I don't know what he did last night?

As a result, when Long Chongyu turned his head, he saw Yin Jue on the other bed.

Long Chongyu: "..."

Yin Jue was lying flat, with the quilt covering her neck tightly, and her face was squarely covered with a wet white towel.

Long Chongyu quickly went to take off the towel, Yin Jue finally breathed a sigh of relief in a daze -_-||.

The towel he bought was still icy cold, it can be seen that he had changed it many times, now Long Chongyu really didn't know what the other self was thinking, so he tried the temperature of Yin Jue's forehead helplessly, and it seemed that the fever had subsided.

Since the other self doesn't want to expose Yin Jue's fever, then he certainly won't do it, and he doesn't want to do that either.

Although he doesn't know why...

At ten past eight o'clock, there were still the same two doctors and nurses from yesterday. Obviously, they didn't sleep well, and they were mentally stressed. Even the good-tempered one didn't talk much.

After checking it once, the nurse nodded to the doctor and said, "The signs are all normal."

Another doctor said to Long Chongyu: "Wake him up and I'll ask him how he feels."

Yin Jue was still sleeping, unable to open his eyes, Long Chongyu patted him on the shoulder, but Yin Jue just hummed lightly, and then stood up.

Long Chongyu touched his nose in embarrassment.

The doctor waited for a while and finally had to give up, and said to Long Chongyu: "Don't get any water on the wound on the head, his drip is still the same today, and he may still feel dizzy, give him some light food to nourish the stomach... the sprained muscles on the waist need to be treated. Slowly recovering, after being discharged from the hospital, you can go to an old Chinese doctor to prescribe medicine and hot compresses, and there is a private Wang's clinic on Pantao Road in the northern suburbs of the city, which is quite good."

Long Chongyu didn't know the use of other more professional terms after hearing them, so he just carefully wrote down what he could do.

Finally, the doctor said: "This afternoon, the hospital will arrange for someone to receive items for the quarantined personnel at the reception area on the first floor. Although it only takes a few days, if you need anything, you can call your family and let them send over."

Long Chongyu nodded, thank you.

Not long after the doctor left, a special person came to deliver breakfast, including porridge, flatbread, and boiled eggs.

Because Yin Jue didn't bring a special lunch box for eating here, Long Chongyu had to use the disposable plastic bowl provided by the hospital. There were two big bowls of porridge with an egg on each side.

Long Chongyu took five or six mouthfuls of the pancake with oiled paper and ate it. At this time, Yin Jue sat up slowly, because his body hurt everywhere, he gasped as soon as he straightened his back, and grabbed the white quilt corner for a long time to relax. However, there were horrible bruises under the slightly raised hospital gown.

Long Chongyu quickly helped the leader come over to help.

Yin Jue finally felt comfortable with two pillows stuffed behind his back, and stared expressionlessly at Long Chongyu's hand on his shoulder.

Long Chongyu was stunned for a moment, only to find that his fingertips were still stained with oil, so he retracted his hand and wiped it embarrassedly, then took one of the bowls of porridge, and passed the spoon for eating apples to Yin Jue in front of.

Because there was no table, it was obvious that the man wanted Yin Jue to use his hand as a table.

The man's hands are broad and strong, with well-defined joints and slender knuckles. In fact, Yin Jue's attention was not on You Xing at all just now. He just felt that they were too close and close, but the man even tried to wipe his hands after touching him = =! ?

Yin Jue glanced over Long Chongyu's hand coldly, took the spoon and started to eat.

The bland porridge was not delicious. Yin Jue frowned, but still swallowed it without pickiness. Although he was wearing sapphire now, he couldn't go into the blessed place to heal his wounds in front of outsiders, and the point on the surface of the jade A touch of spiritual energy can't provide him with enough nutrition, so he has to eat some food in this world.

Seeing that Yin Jue had a good appetite, Long Chongyu tried to talk to him: "Is there anything you want your family to bring?"

"Huh?" Yin Jue paused for a moment, a look of blankness flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head. When Xie Yu came to take care of him, he brought him a bunch of things and put them in the cabinet.

Yin Jue opened the cabinet, only to find a bag of clean clothes and a laptop inside.

Long Chongyu carried the bowl, and there was still a whole egg in it. He watched Yin Jue take out the notebook from the bag speechlessly and asked, "Don't you want to eat?"

Yin Jue nodded.

"Where's the cake?"

Yin Jue shook his head in silence for a while, and looked at Long Chongyu in surprise for the first time, but Long Chongyu felt that those clear and cold eyes actually wanted to express: "Why do you talk so much?"

Long Chongyu gave a dry cough, got up and walked to the balcony of the ward without being obnoxious, he probably also felt that his concern was obviously inappropriate for a person who hadn't met a few times.

Long Chongyu's figure was lean and straight, and it was exaggerated to say that he had big arms and a round waist, but it was indeed solid and solid, like a thick sharp blade hidden in a scabbard.

Yin Jue looked at Long Chongyu's back, and his whole person became more and more silent and cold.