Slag Gong crying and begging for my forgiveness [Quick Transmigration]

Chu Jiangli opened his mouth, and a moan of unknown meaning came out of his mouth, like a desolate cry of a mute, who lost his ability to speak at this moment.

There was a sudden loud noise at the door, and the mountains shook with a bang, as if the sky had fallen.

Footsteps approached in a panic, and Fo'er ran over panting heavily.

Chu Jiangli had no way to think about why Fo'er came here, and what would happen if Fo'er came, he could only hear piercing screams in his ears.

Fo'er kicked Chu Jiangli away, looked at Nan Xing with red eyes, then gently pressed his ear to Nan Xing's chest, holding his pulse with one hand.

Immediately afterwards, Fo'er began to press Nan Xing's stomach.

One after another, as if to crush the thin and pale beauty.

Chu Jiangli finally reacted, he was furious and wanted to push Fo'er away: "What are you doing, Fo'er, you will die!"

Fo'er knelt there like a mountain, Chu Jiangli had no way to push him, he stood there firmly, pressed Nan Xing's stomach, and then pressed his chest, while sending out internal force, as if no one could stop him.

Chu Jiangli wanted to kill Fo'er like a lunatic, but the people from the punishment hall soon came, and more than a dozen top experts went into battle together, and finally detained him and took him away.

As he walked away, he kept barking like a mad dog: "Let me go! No! Let me go! Let me be here..."

Fo'er kept moving his hands and feet in an orderly manner, and soon, Nan Xing finally spit out a mouthful of water and coughed, Fo'er quickly lifted him up slightly, pressed his back, and pushed Shun Qi with his internal force.

Fo'er pressed his stomach again, made him spit out a few times, and then held him in his arms and let him breathe slowly.

"You scared me to death." Fo'er touched his cheek from his chin, looked at his eyebrows and eyes, "Why are you so misbehaving? I found blood stains on your clothes that day, and there were Gu insects in the blood stains." Smell, I thought you were punishing him."

"He killed the Gu worm..." Nan Xing coughed again, and said tremblingly, "I'm so cold."

Fo'er didn't speak, he picked him up by the waist, and carried him out of the cold cave, where a charcoal fire had already been prepared in the room.

Fo'er also changed into clean clothes for him, and wrapped him in a thick blanket to keep warm. Nan Xing asked him feebly, "Aren't you going to the cold tonight?"

"No, master is frightened, take a good rest."

Nan Xing said wearily, "Don't kill him."

At this moment, A7 has completely escaped from the energy danger warning state. Nan Xing did not expect that Chu Jiangli would tie his own destiny soul to him like a sacrifice. Entangled, his thread was not dyed red, just dots of red, but that red thread has unconsciously transported energy for him, and a sacrificial exchange occurred at the bottom of the water, A7 quickly caught the exchange and obtained a wave of energy legally, and now Chu Jiangli's line is in a strange state.

As the protagonist, he took the initiative to tie his own fate with Nan Xing, a cannon fodder supporting role. If Nan Xing died, Chu Jiangli would also die for various reasons.

This is a rare spectacle in a hundred years. Nanxing's thread has not turned red within the rules and has been tied to the protagonist, and it has become a major factor affecting one of the protagonists.

Nan Xing has benefited a lot, but he knows that the rules have vaguely discovered that he is abnormal.

He must hurry up now.

Fo Er was standing beside him, but suddenly squatted down again, his eyes fixed on Nan Xing, and asked, "Why are you pampering him so much?"

Nan Xing turned over, shrank into the deeper bed, and didn't answer him.

The room was very warm, but Nan Xing was still cold, his hands and feet were cold, and he developed a high fever in the middle of the night.

Fo'er hurriedly called the doctor in to give him a diagnosis and treatment, and kept changing the water and towels. The doctor prescribed prescriptions and was busy decocting medicine to wipe his sweat.

Nan Xing slept very restlessly, always frowning when she fell asleep, her limbs trembling as if she was haunted by a ghost and had nowhere to hide.

Fo'er held his hand and comforted him: "Master, don't be afraid, I'm here."

His hands were a little warm, and finally made Nan Xing's hands warmer again. He reached into the quilt and touched his feet, which were colder than the ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month. Warm his feet in a leather bag.

With such careful care, Nan Xing was still sick for a long time before recovering. The vitality recovered in the past two months was taken away by the illness.

Nan Xingyan leaned on the bed and asked, "Where's Ah Li?"

Fo'er's hands clenched into fists, and he panted slightly: "Master, must he be?"

"He's warm."

A few days ago Nan Xing was so cold that he couldn't help it. Fo'er came up to warm his bed at night, but Nan Xing's hands and feet were still cold all night, and he coughed continuously throughout the night.

Foer said, "Not dead yet."

Nan Xing said: "Let him heal his wounds, clean them up, and warm my bed at night."

Fo'er agreed, but he didn't intend to make Chu Jiangli feel better, and of course Chu Jiangli didn't have a better life either.

General Chu was about to die, and he couldn't scream no matter how hard he beat him, he seemed to want to die, but Fo'er was ordered not to let him die, and every time he was about to die, he would hang himself with ginseng.

Fo'er got a new order and ordered Chu Jiangli to be taken away to heal his injuries. Chu Jiangli was also very cooperative, and he also cooperated with eating, but he didn't speak again.

Fo'er didn't tell him that Nan Xing was still alive, he thought Nan Xing was dead.

That day Chu Jiangli's injury finally healed a lot, the servants washed him clean, caught all the lice on his body, put the medicine powder and washed him two or three times.Dressed in clean clothes, an attendant put him in chains.

He walked forward like a walking corpse, and suddenly saw that the surrounding environment gradually became more familiar, he finally asked: "Where are you going?"

At night when the lights come on, all the street lamps and eaves lights in Jueming Palace are lit up. In late spring and early summer, seven or eight fireflies fly around to follow him. The lights in front of him flicker, the golden bell in the palace rings softly, and Chu Jiangli is turned on to leave. He took off the shackles and pushed into Nan Xing's bedroom.

The outside door closed with a bang, and he staggered a few steps, staring at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene with wide eyes.

He opened the bead curtain smoothly, and the golden gauze curtain fluttered on his face, covering his eyes. Through the golden gauze, he vaguely saw a person sitting on the bed.

He took away the golden veil and took a few steps forward, his eyes finally became clear.

The man sat on the bed, turned his head lightly, and said, "You're here."

Chu Jiangli choked up twice, and finally burst into tears.

Nan Xing beckoned: "Come up, don't wet my quilt by crying."

Chu Jiangli wiped away his tears, took off his coat, and stepped on it lightly.

It was so cold in the bed, when he touched Nan Xing's body, it was as cold as ice, just as cold as Nan Xing lay there when he came out of the pool that night.

He lay down in a daze, unable to tell whether it was real or fake, he just hugged Nan Xing in his arms to keep him warm.

After a while, he was finally warmed up under the quilt. Nan Xing's body seemed to be melted, very comfortable. He didn't sleep well these days, and he fell asleep very quickly.

Chu Jiangli smelled the familiar fragrance from Nan Xing. Nan Xing didn't wear a mask today, he was as beautiful as a goblin. Chu Jiangli couldn't tell whether it was a ghost pulling him into his dream at this moment, and whether Nan Xing beside him was dead or not. live.

It's just that it doesn't matter whether it's life or death. In short, if I saw him again, I would be willing to be killed by him just because of this.

His heart was at peace like never before, he closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.

When he woke up the next day, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw that it was already afternoon.

He looked around and went back to the room where he was recuperating, as if last night was really a magnificent dream.

……

Nan Xing's body recovered a bit, and finally remembered Yue Jian.

The day was bright and sunny, Yue Jian was sitting under a flower vine in the yard, Wan Xiang would bring a basket of snacks from outside the door at this time every day.

It was a pastry sent by Anan, and it was his daily food.

He took a look that day for some reason.

Seeing Wanxiang taking a basket of dim sum from a person, that person's white jade hands are as beautiful as jewels, but half of his body and face are covered by the shadow of ivy.

With a thought in his mind, he hurried over to have a look, only to see Nan Xing standing there in plain clothes, he raised his eyes and saw him just in time.