Zhenlong Gluttonous Feast

"Oh?! It doesn't matter to me. It's just..."

"only?"

"It's just that if it can't be cured, what crime should that person be punished?"

"I don't care about that either."

In the charade-like dialogue between you and me, each of them enjoyed it, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed.They shrugged their shoulders vigorously against each other, as if just to prove who was worse.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Qin Xinyue immediately withdrew her smile and turned her face towards the door.I flicked my forehead hair, and followed suit.

"Come in."

After Rao Luanyun entered the room, he saluted as a daily routine, "My lord, the king's messenger has arrived and is waiting downstairs at this time."

Qin Xinyue frowned, with obvious displeasure in her tone, "Didn't I tell him that I won't go back for now?"

"This... this subordinate doesn't know why, but it seems that there is something urgent to report."

"Well, let's bring him up."

"Yes."

Rao Lunjun bowed again and was about to leave, but Qin Xinyue stopped him suddenly.

"...I'd better go down." His words sounded more like he was talking to himself.

The door closed again in front of me, and the room suddenly returned to silence.

The neck that had been raised all the time felt a little sore, so she lay down on her back again, and when the morning light leaked into her eyes from the window, tiredness came up little by little.

Fang closed his eyes, and suddenly heard the sound of the door moving slightly, and opened it suddenly.

The door was pushed open silently, casting a faint shadow on the ground in front of the door.

The person who appeared on the threshold had a pair of exquisite peach blossom eyes, a fragrant apricot yellow brocade shirt, and soft shiny hair that was casually tied half behind his head.

I opened my mouth and blurted out the words, "It's you..."

It's him.

It was indeed Ruan Xiangrong who came.

Naturally recalling the last time we were separated, his limbs were bound and he watched me blankly rummaging through boxes and cabinets in his small hut, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

He closed the door with his backhand without saying a word, and then gradually approached me. The process was extremely difficult and heavy, as if he was carrying a jack on his shoulders.Since the head was lowered so that the temples were hanging down, it was impossible to see his expression clearly.

What is the current situation, silence, retribution, or vendetta?

At first, I just stared at his approaching movements, until he stretched out his bony hand and grabbed my wrist hanging on the side of the couch, I immediately wailed out in an extremely stern way, "Don't!"

His hands trembled and he almost let go of me.

Seeing his overly serious reaction, I unconsciously covered my face with one hand, and a chuckle escaped from my lips, "It's just a joke, just kidding, just kidding."

Immediately, I felt the strength between my wrists increase again, shaking me to a point where I was in a mess, he lifted my arm and pulled it vigorously towards his chest.

It was only then that the room was truly quiet. He took my pulse for a while, and then stuffed my hands back into the bedding.

I squinted my eyes and asked, "Genius doctor, how many days do I have left?"

"I can't survive today."

"...Really." It seemed to be expected, but when I really heard a definite answer, I still felt lonely.

He straightened up and glanced at me, then turned his back, and at the same time seemed to be saying something vaguely.

"It's just a joke."

Hello, this guy!

... The temperament of pennies and pennies really hasn't changed at all.

He stood by the door far away from me, maintaining the posture of leaning his hands on the wall behind him, and asked casually, "You have lost your internal strength?"

I hesitated for a moment, thinking that I probably couldn't hide it from him, so I answered in the affirmative.

"When did it start?"

I thought about it, and said, "It's been more than a month."

"Over a month?" He tilted his head slightly in surprise.

I know what he is thinking, a month ago happened to be the day I reunited with him.

In order to remind him of this fact more clearly, I also deliberately mentioned things about that time, "Speaking of which, what are the five thieves doing now?"

He was stunned for a moment as if he didn't hear my voice, and after a long time he answered as if he had just woken up from a dream, "Ah, ah, they are all downstairs."

"Oh, this is very good." I replied, and there was a little silence after that.

When he spoke again, it was he who spoke first.

He asked, "Lin Cheng, do you know what this disease is called?"

He was unhappy with the title before the words, but later, he still answered him, "It must have been poisoned by something."

"Poisoned?"

I sighed and went on to say, "It's white and powdery, maybe it has to be mixed in tea for people to drink."

His eyes widened, and the surprise he showed at this time was no less than the previous one.

Then he took the outer clothes and took out something from his waist bag that he had been carrying since then and threw it to him, then slowly adjusted his posture and lay down again.

He reached out to catch it, glanced at me and stopped asking me why I was so sure, and buried his head in opening the paper bag.

For the white powdery thing on the kraft paper in front of him, he temporarily used various simple methods to identify it, and then frowned his beautiful eyebrows and fell into deep thought.

"Lin Cheng, maybe..."

I raised my eyebrows.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes met mine straightly, "This time maybe it's true...it can't be cured."

"So, you have a clue."

"It is recorded in medical books that there is a strange poison in the Western Regions. Because it is extracted from the unattractive mountain weeds, it is named Lihuojue Changsan by the locals."

Chenopodium Huojue free? !

"According to legend, this kind of poison can't harm life, but it can directly damage the true energy in a person's body. Although I haven't been lucky enough to see it myself, but combined with your illness right now, I probably can't go wrong."

That's why I can't use my internal strength at all.I was thinking this way, but he didn't finish his words.

"However, I think it's more than that."

Hearing this, I looked back at him in surprise.

"As I said just now, this poison will definitely not kill people, and you, it seems that you have not only lost your internal strength."

It seems to be true. When I first left Prince Zhu Li's mansion, the pain in my consciousness couldn't be worsened, but my body was not injured at all. The old man Qin Xinyue invited at that time couldn't see why. This situation has not improved until today.

Ruan Xiangrong continued, "Lin Teng, it is very likely that you have been given two kinds of drugs. It is really difficult to distinguish the two kinds of drugs by grinding them into powder and mixing them together. Give me more time, and I will be able to investigate clearly."

"Really..." I was lost in thought for a while before I said, "Actually, it doesn't matter."

"Huh?!" He made an unidentified monotone.

I raised my chin and smiled slightly, "Even without martial arts, I am number one in the world."

If he hadn't been lying down all the time, the effect of these words might have doubled.

But at this time, he was only stunned for a moment, and then immediately sneered.

"Lin Teng, you are still so easy to imagine."

I couldn't help being depressed, and looked back at him when my mind calmed down.

It seems to be perfectly normal, but I still feel...something is not right.

When Qin Xinyue came in, Ruan Xiangrong backed out immediately, and the moment he passed by, there was lightning, flint, wind and sand.

I stared blankly at the changes in this scene, and felt the discord between the two people's auras.

Qin Xinyue seemed to cover up the bed for me intimately, and then sat down beside me voluntarily, then turned half of her body and looked down at me, saying, "That guy must have bothered you."

Seeing his pupils glowing with strange light, I couldn't help turning my head speechlessly.

...What exactly is this person expecting?

He asked again, "Is there any progress?"

"Ah...probably."

"perhaps?"

I turned around, and casually interrupted his question, "Speaking of which, why is King Miao so eager to invite you back?"

He paused, then said, "No big deal."

"Oh, yes." He responded lightly, so he stopped talking.

There was wind blowing in from outside the window, startling the curtains from rolling over and over again.