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The terrible bumps actually lasted for half a day during the escape journey, but the carriage had almost no shock resistance. Even if he was walking on a relatively flat road, Qu An could still feel the obvious ups and downs. It can make Qu Yan's ass hang in the air.

They traveled for three days and only rested twice at the post station. Qu Wen vomited first every time, his face was as pale as paper, and his legs were trembling and weak.

Duan Qianjue only needs to ensure that he is alive, and doesn't care about the rest.

And Qu Yan is amazed every day that he is still alive, his wound is open, his heart is in a dangerous state all the time, every second he lives now is a life-threatening moment.

Tonight they are in the suburbs, there is no post station, so they can only rest in place for an hour, Duan Qianzheng explained that they will be able to arrive at Bugui Mountain Villa during the day.

Qu Yan thought in a daze, when did Zishi come?

He was so cold that he shrank his body and unconsciously leaned towards a warmer place.

Duan Qianjun, grabbed Qu Wen by the collar to save him in danger - Qu Fan almost fell into the fire.

Qu Yan blinked, woke up for a while, and said in a vague voice: "Mr. Duan, I seem to have a fever, can I... drink some hot water?"

Duan Qianzhen had no expression on his face, and stuffed a water bag for Qu Yan.

Qu Yan opened it slowly and took a sip, then he was choked until his internal organs trembled, "Ahem! This is cough! This is wine..."

"You won't be cold if you drink." Duan Qianjun said.

Qu Fan's breathing was uneven, and he felt dizzy even more. He said in a daze, "Mr. Duan, are you underage? You can't drink..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qu Yan tilted his body and fell down.

Duan Qianjun stared at him for a moment, impatience appeared on his face, he took the water bag and drank the wine in it, then got up and looked around, raised his luck, and ran in one direction, his The figure is like a ghost, but it disappears in the blink of an eye.After half a stick of incense, Duan Qianjun came back with a water bag filled with clean water.

He checked Qu Wen's breath and saw that he was still alive, so he lifted Qu Wen's back, heated the water with his internal force, and then fed it to Qu Wen.

This hot potato is really hot at this time, and it seems that it won't last tonight. Duan Qianjun has always been on missions alone and has no experience in taking care of others, so he didn't even bring a small pot for boiling water for dinner.He couldn't rashly use his internal energy to heal Qu Wen's wounds, the young master's fragile body couldn't bear it, and it is estimated that the meridians could be broken on the spot.

Duan Qianjun remembered that Lian Xiao gave Qu Yan two packs of medicine, he went to get them, took out a small handful, and stuffed it into Qu Yan's mouth like a dead horse like a live horse doctor.

Then he took off his robe, covered Qu Wen, and sat by the fire, silently looking at the burning wood.

Qu Yan woke up in the carriage, the carriage shook slightly, but this was already the best experience.

Looks like they went into town?

Qu Wen touched his forehead, it was still hot, and he felt uncomfortable all over, which was proof of his existence.

He made it through again?

Qu Wen felt the bitterness in his mouth, spit it out and saw that it was dried lotus-heart weeping grass.It should be Duan Qianjun who saw that he had a severe fever and fed him.

There is also a piece of clothing on her body, which also belongs to Duan Qianjun.

He's actually quite nice... Qu Yan thought drowsily.

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage finally stopped. Qu Dan vaguely felt that someone was coming up to help him out, and then carried him out of the carriage. Qian Xuan, Duan Qian Xuan is talking with someone.

"Give him a place to find a job." Duan Qianjun said coldly.

"Obey, I'll tell you to go down immediately!" The person who was talking to Duan Qianjun was tall and strong, half a head taller than Duan Qianjun, but he was very humble in front of Duan Qianjun.

Duan Qianzhen was about to leave.

Qu Yan called out weakly: "Mr. Duan."

Duan Qianjun paused for a while.

"I haven't had time to say thank you...thank you..." Qu Yan passed out again.

Duan Qianchun said: "Try not to let him die." Then he left.

"Xiao Qu, you stayed up late to write, and you didn't even listen to the doctor's words, did you?"

... Aunt Luo.

"Hey, it's the last time, I will definitely be scolded by readers."

"What is more important than your body? It's really worrying."

"Good Aunt Luo, cook me a bowl of noodles, I'm hungry."

"I'm done cooking and you have to turn off the computer, do you hear me?"

"I heard—"

But no one thought that it was this gap, his heart rhythm suddenly became abnormal, every time the heart beat, what was pumped out was not blood, but sulfuric acid, his limbs were stiff and cold, and he fell from the seat, followed by The most serious thing is chest tightness, and other organs are also abnormally painful.

From the onset of illness to convulsions and coma, the process was very short, and the god of death no longer tolerated him, and cut off his life neatly.

He saw Aunt Luo coming in with her face upright, and saw him fall to the ground behind him.

He saw doctors perform CPR on him and eventually regrettably pronounced him dead.

He saw the obituary on the website, and his fellow editor lit a candle for him.

He saw the unbelievable comments of readers under the comments.

……

Qu Yan opened his eyes.

"Yo, Mr. Qu, are you awake?" A strange face came into Qu Fan's sight.

Qu Yanhuang was in a daze for a long time before his eyes came into focus, "You..."

The sound is so dry that it is not an exaggeration to say that it is sandpaper.

The man graciously lifted Qu Wen and poured him another glass of water.

"Thank you." Qu Yan drank it slowly. The reality he felt in the dream was ruthlessly torn apart by the real reality. This is the fourth day of his rebirth, and he still hasn't fully adapted to his identity.

The only thing to be thankful for is that he has made a will long ago, and after his death, 80.00% of his property will go to his nanny Aunt Luo. I hope Aunt Luo will not feel guilty about his death.

After drinking a glass of water, Qu Wen felt much better, and his body was not as heavy as before. Looking at the place where he was, it was a spacious and bright room. There was a soft couch in front of the window, with a tea set on it, very elegant , There is even a carpet on the ground, this environmental experience can be regarded as the best since he came to this world.

"Where is this?" Qu Wen asked, he only remembered the back of Duan Qianjun who was being memorized, and the rest was gone.

"This is the side courtyard of Bugui Villa." The person pouring water for Qu Wen said.

"Partial courtyard?" Qu Wen showed doubts.

"This is the closest place in the whole town to Bugui Villa." The man said in a very proud tone, "On weekdays, the food and clothing of Bugui Villa are sent up from here, and sometimes you can meet the adults inside! "

Another setting that the author himself does not know... Qu Yan feels helpless towards himself.

"My name is Qu Fan, a tuneful Qu, a proficient and proficient Fan." Qu Fan said, "What's your name?"

"My name is Liang Ting, Mr. Qu, you can call me A Ting!" Liang Ting said heartily.

"Then you can also call me Qu Fan, don't call me Mr. Qu." Qu Fan said embarrassingly, he is a counterfeit and cannot be called "Young Master".

"How can that be done?" Liang Ting waved his hands again and again, "You were brought back by Sect Master Duan himself, so you can't be compared with me, a servant."

Qu Yan could only smile helplessly, and asked again: "What about Mr. Duan?"

"The door master has returned to the villa." Liang Ting replied.

Qu Yan nodded, pressed his chest, and said, "A Ting, have you seen the two packs of medicine?"

"It's on the table, I'll get it for you."

"Can I trouble you to cook a bowl of medicinal soup for me?"

"This can't be trouble!" Liang Ting was very enthusiastic, and quickly found a small stove and a medicinal pot, and boiled medicinal soup.

Taking advantage of Shi Qu's acquaintance, she asked him about the matter of not returning to the villa.

Not returning to the villa, Yunze Courtyard.

Duan Qianjun, tall and straight like a restrained and sharp knife, walked straight to a room on the side of Yunze Courtyard. This picturesque, elegant and leisurely courtyard with mountain springs flowing through it does not belong to the owner of the villa. residence.

Just outside that room, stood a person.

The black robe flutters with the wind, the black hair is like black ink, the back is slender and broad, and the aura around her is peaceful, like a scabbard of gentleness and beauty.

Duan Qianjun's eyes fell on the back for a moment, and the other party said, "I'm back."

"Is the owner here?" Duan Qianjun asked calmly.

"exist."

"Then why don't you go in?"

"Wait for you." The other party looked back at him, his brows were handsome, like a fairy coming from the mountains, his eyes were clearer than the mountain springs, "I guess you will come here first when you come back."

"I don't know what the Master Xiao is up to." Duan Qianjun didn't look him in the eye.

"Of course I have something to tell you." Xiao said scoldingly.

"I'm here to see the owner." Duan Qianjuan's face was frosty, "Master Xiao has something to do, first ask your people to prepare invitations and send them to my door, I'm deciding whether to listen to your business or not."

Xiao Zhi sighed softly, "Qian Xuan, when will you and I..."

Duan Qianjun cupped his fists towards the door and bowed his head, "Master, please see Duan Qianjun from the hidden door."

Seeing Duan Qianjun's unkind appearance, Xiao Zhi's eyes flashed helplessness.

Not long after, the door opened, but it was a woman in a wheelchair. Her face was slightly pale, her appearance was beautiful, her temperament was like drizzle, slender and soft. She turned the wheel and drove out slowly.

"Miss Lou." Duan Qianjun said.

"Qian Xuan is back." Lou Wenrun smiled and said, "When drinking tea yesterday, Xiao Li still talked about you."

Duan Qianzhen pursed her thin lips slightly, and said, "Miss Lou, can the owner see me conveniently?"

"Brother Yun just fell asleep." Lou Wenrun closed the door with some difficulty, and Duan Qianjun stepped forward to help her.

"Thank you." Lou Wenrun said softly, "I don't know if it's the disturbance of chores or the bottleneck of practicing. Brother Yun has been restless these days and doesn't like to see people."

Duan Qianzhen took advantage of the opportunity to push the wheelchair for her, "Then I will report to the owner sometime later."

Passing by Xiao Zhi, the other party reached out and grabbed Duan Qianjun's arm, "Qian Xuan, it's time to listen to my business."

Lou Wenrun asked curiously, "Are you all busy?"

"Nothing." Duan Qianjun moved his arm slightly, the seemingly simple movement actually concealed his inner strength, and shook Xiao Zhi's hand away, "Miss Lou, where do you want to go, I will take you there."

"Uh..." Lou Wenrun was caught between the two of them, in a dilemma.

"No problem." Xiao Li smiled lightly at her, and then said to Duan Qianjun, "I will personally send the greeting card and wait for your reply."

Duan Qianjun snorted softly, and pushed Lou Wenrun away, followed by Xiao Zhi, and soon, Yunze Courtyard returned to tranquility, like a naturally carved fairy dwelling in the mountains, only the crisp birdsong and the gurgling sound of running water.

inside the house.

The censer emits white smoke, and it burns century-old sandalwood. The sandalwood has a peaceful Zen flavor. The gentle fragrance can make people calm down and relax unconsciously, but it is useless to the people in the house.

After making sure that everyone stayed away from Yunze Courtyard, the man lying on the couch turned over and sat up, crossing his legs with luck, suppressing the restless internal force in his body.

In the eyes of the world, the owner of Bugui Mountain Villa should be a bloodthirsty man full of blood, like a ghost like a Shura, but the man in front of him has slender eyebrows and a delicate outline that even a woman would be ashamed of. Bestowed by the gods, it is so handsome that it is not like ordinary people.

At this time, his expression was cold, even if he remained motionless, the oppressive aura around him should not be underestimated.

Seven days ago, his body became abnormal, and his internal force would suddenly go out of control, impacting his meridians, and there was a faint tendency to get out of his body.

Just like now, he tried his best to suppress it, but still let a wisp of it pour out, like an invisible rain of knives radiating around him, the porcelain was broken, the storage cabinet was pierced by random knives, and even the windows were smashed, hitting the A deep cut was left on the tree trunk not far outside the house.

But for a moment, the arrangement in the house was in chaos as if blown by a gust of wind.

"Oh!" Kong Yunluo snorted, and a pain that seemed to melt his bones suddenly invaded his whole body. His brows were tightly frowned, his face was wet with sweat, and a few strands of hair were scattered on his cheeks, as if he was suffering. gods.

Messy red marks slowly appeared on his face, as if bound and bound by countless red threads, bloodstains were drawn out, the picture was strange and gorgeous.

Kong Yunluo suddenly opened his eyes, the eye sockets were blood red, and the eyes were like dusty pearls, dull.

At this moment, the world seemed to be... enlarged in his eyes.