After the full-level boss lifts the coffin [Quick Transmigration]

Getting sick is quite rare for Wen Jiu.

Generally speaking, when he repaired the dying body of the original owner, the other party's hidden diseases and hidden injuries in the past would also be eliminated, and it just looked weak.

But today, he actually caught a cold.

Just because he sat on the windowsill for 10 minutes and watched the scumbag act?

"There is also an enhanced version of the weather card produced by the system store," Xie Xuan also did not expect that Wen Jiu would fall down because of a heavy rain, Xie Xuan poured the boiled hot water into the cup, "Excessive blood loss is weak, and you It doesn't look like a patient at all for a few days."

In the last world, it was okay when she played Lin Qing. In order to wait for the live broadcast and audition opportunities, and the professional constraints, except for a few important nodes, the other party is usually kept in the hotel.

In this world, Wen Jiu is almost never idle when he is in the hospital, moving, a scumbag, and a scumbag, beating a mistress to talk about cooperation, live broadcasting, drawing pictures, and going out to look for food.

"Of course, I also have problems." Without the habit of constantly monitoring Wen Jiu's physical condition with data, Xie Xuan took the initiative to reflect and opened a little curtain, "Next time I will find out earlier."

A certain evil spirit curled up in the quilt immediately protested: "Don't light up."

Without turning his head, he was more straightforward and delicate than usual, and before he finished speaking, a pillow flew towards Xie Xuan's face.

"call out."

Tilting his head calmly, Xie Xuan raised his hand and successfully caught the "hidden weapon" that came through the air.

Sighing silently, he closed the curtains again to make the room dark again: "It will get better sooner in the sun."

Wen Jiu groaned, "Then I'd rather be sick for a few more days."

It was probably because he had been blind for too long, and the darkness that made others fearful made him feel at ease. When the rolled quilt was lifted a little, Wen Jiu heard Xie Xuan's voice: "Take a breath."

"Where's the treatment card?" He showed a little head with disheveled hair, weakly, "Don't tell me I'm so poor that I can't even afford a treatment card."

Xie Xuan rummaged through the store: "The healing card seems to be only able to treat trauma, but there is a powerful refreshing agent, black coffee flavor, would you like a cup?"

Wen Jiu had rejection written all over his body.

His skin, which was usually pale, turned into a light pink, and he lazily complained: "I don't even have a special cold medicine, what kind of spicy chicken shop, I want to complain, send a hundred complaint letters."

Xie Xuan laughed.

For most fast-travelers, the impact of a cold is really minimal, and they can be cured without buying medicine, but he still nodded and echoed in a warm voice: "Okay, I will send it for you."

After the original owner got out of the near-death state, Wen Jiu could not use his power at will. For this, he who was disturbed by the foretelling was very satisfied at first, but now he became a little annoyed.

Sullenly, he said, "Are you coaxing the child?"

"No." Sitting on the edge of the bed with a good temper, Xie Xuan touched Wen Jiu's forehead with the back of his hand, "Fortunately, it's not hot. I ordered delivery from the pharmacy with my mobile phone. I've taken the medicine. I should be fine after I wake up from sleep." gone."

The touch from his forehead was warm and gentle, and suddenly, Wen Jiu realized the difference between Xie Xuan and other systems.

If it were 5046, the other party would use his mobile phone to help him buy medicine, and he might chat with him to make him happy, but there is one thing, the other party would never pretend to be an adult or an animal to touch him.

It's not that who is superior and who is inferior, who is superior and who is inferior, but the native system is used to data monitoring, so there is no need to do such a "redundant and imprecise" action.

But Wenjiu likes this kind of redundancy.

It made him feel alive.

Not only did he not blow his hair, he even rubbed against the warmth on the back of Xie Xuan's hand when he was about to leave: "I want to eat canned yellow peaches."

When performing tasks in other small worlds before, he had read this statement from the original owner's memories. Although there was no scientific basis, he had always remembered the other party's happy and satisfied smile for a long time.

Very vividly, Xie Xuan felt that he had seen a cat, a cat that was rare to let go of its defenses and show its softness.

Or tiger.

As if to smooth the hair of the big cat, he straightened the other party's messy hair: "Okay, canned yellow peaches."

Wen Jiu: "I want a small bottle."

Xie Xuan: "Okay, a small bottle."

All the requests were answered and satisfied, Wen Jiu closed his eyes obediently, and suddenly felt dizzy, stuffy nose and limb weakness didn't seem so uncomfortable.

He even fell asleep when the waiter brought up the medicine and cans.

Mimicking the appearance of the original owner to take the things, Xie Xuan quietly closed the door, and then condensed into his own appearance again, moved a chair, and patiently stood by Wen Jiu's bed.

Obviously using Cheng Tianle's body, he was able to clearly outline Wen Jiu's appearance through this appearance.

The eye shape should be long and narrow, with the tail slightly raised. Even if you are blind, you can always give people the impression of being romantic and out of tune. The eyelashes are extremely long, with a little curl, and the eyebrows are like a famous ink painting. Sharp, like a sword out of its sheath, it neutralizes all the femininity in the facial features.

Even if I was in a good mood when I first came down the mountain, when I saw the other party for the first time, I felt wonderful.

"Xie Xuan?" Wen Jiu didn't let down his vigilance even for a moment after falling asleep, Wen Jiu grunted, and was about to wake up.

Lian Shen withdrew his overly revealing gaze, Xie Xuan leaned over, and patted the little zongzi wrapped into a ball: "I'm here."

With the familiar white sandalwood and the familiar voice, Wen Jiu relaxed, and at the same time when his guard disappeared, he stretched out his hand and dragged the heat source in front of him.

Xie Xuan who was forced to fall on the bed: ...

For a moment, he even suspected that Wen Jiu had woken up. This was actually a temptation, but it was obvious that the other party was sleeping soundly, and he only regarded him as a big warm treasure.

Still separated by a quilt.

Although it was not the first time to be hugged, but the last time it was in the body of a cat, it was somewhat different.

After thinking about it, he made a decision.

So, when Wen Jiu, who had finally had enough sleep to replenish his energy, returned to his cage, he suddenly found that there was something warm in his bed.

The room was very dark and the time was unknown, but the white sandalwood lingering on the tip of his nose allowed him to instantly identify who the other party was.

The monk's robes, which were always neat and tidy, were already messy, and his hands were still on his waist, making him look like a hooligan who molested a good housewife... a fairy man.

——It should be closed consciousness.

The mind is still a little unclear, Wen Jiu's thoughts are flying, otherwise how could the other party be so obedient.

The little devil in his heart had the upper hand in an instant, and with a movement of his fingertips, he squeezed the waist that he had peeped on a long time ago.

Well, it is really thin, not soft, but it feels very good to the touch.

His head faithfully made feedback and comments. Seeing that the person was still awake, Wen Jiu was more courageous, and stretched his claws to his eyelashes, which he had looked at several times.

very long.

so straight.

It's hard, and it's a bit prickly to the touch.

It's a pity that Xu's action this time was really too big. Before he could do anything else, the Buddha who was being played by him opened his eyes: "Wen Benefactor, is it fun?"

The evil ghost who was suddenly caught was startled, and directly pulled off one of Fozi's eyelashes.

"Enough playing." He calmly hid his hands behind his back, Wen Jiu frowned, his face was full of sleepiness, "Oh, I'm so uncomfortable."

But Xie Xuan knew that if he was willing to show weakness, the other party would be better off.

Being annoyed and amused by the young man's pretending to be a fool, he glanced at him and said calmly: "Since you're feeling uncomfortable, then take the medicine, I'll help you."

Wen Jiu, who has already forgotten this: ...

What kind of medicine, does it taste good?

"Shuanghuanglian Granules," got up, took the medicine bag, Xie Xuan said every word, "dispelling the wind and relieving the exterior, clearing away heat and detoxification."

Wen Jiu: ...

Is it too late to glue that lash back on?He didn't throw it away!

The white mist curled up, and bitterness evaporated along the steam overflowing from the thermos. Seeing Xie Xuan walking towards him with a bowl and a spoon, Wen Jiu closed his eyes and looked at death as if at home:

Well, well, he also hates the feeling of being sick, and it hurts early and early...

quick?

Eh?

How sweet.

"Pediatric paracetamol Huang Namin granules," Xie Xuan deliberately chose a flavor that a certain evil spirit would like when placing the order, Xie Xuan chuckled, "I just lied to you, Zai Zai."

Inexplicably, her cheeks became a little hot, and Wen Jiufeng stared: "Monks don't lie."

Xie Xuan: "I went wrong in my practice."

……

Unable to think of a rebuttal for a while, Wen Jiu had no choice but to give the other party a new nickname: "Fake monk, fake prudence."

Coexisting in two worlds, how could this person learn bad things so quickly.

"Close to ink is black," Xie Xuan could fully guess what the young man was complaining in his heart, and raised his spoon, "Do you still drink?"

Drink, why not drink.

He has to be in good shape to have the energy to torment people.

Finally remembering a certain scumbag that he had left behind, Wen Jiu said sullenly, "Where's Wei Yang? It must be worse than me."

Otherwise, wouldn't he have lost his wife and lost his army?

"Don't worry, he's already in the hospital. He has a high fever, 38 degrees five." The porcelain spoon rested on the young man's lips, and Xie Xuan patiently said, "Open your mouth."

Hearing that the scumbag had suffered, Wen Jiu finally felt relieved, and drank the granule much more happily.

Unexpectedly, the original owner's phone rang before the bottom of the bowl of medicine was filled.

The flashing note on the screen is "Mom".

Although there was nothing abnormal on the surface, Xie Xuan noticed that Wen Jiu's Adam's apple swallowed twice more.

"Hey," imitating the original owner's tone of voice vividly, Wen Jiu called people, "Mom."

There was a kind female voice on the other side of the phone, seeming to be thinking about her words, and she seemed a little hesitant: "Hey, I heard from the mother of your high school classmate Xiao Zhang that you seem to have resigned?... Is it because you are unhappy at work? Life in a big city is so difficult. Tired, why did you pay us so much money this month?"

As soon as the words fell, a more stern male voice also joined in: "All the money sent in the past has been returned to your card, and I will come back when I can't hold on. Can I still miss your meal?"

Cheng's mother whispered: "Why are you talking, my son's voice seems to be hoarse."

Cheng's father: "I'm not..."

Silently, mixed with the lingering obsession of the original owner, Wen Jiu blinked, and Dou Da's tears rolled down one by one: "I'm fine, I have a new project in my hand recently, and I resigned to go out and do it alone."

But Cheng's mother heard the choked sobs: "... Lele? Did that kid bully you?"

"No, how can it be? I have a cold and just finished taking the medicine." Shaking his head, the almond-eyed young man smiled, "Did you miss me? Then I'll go back next week, don't shut me out this time. "

……

Leaving all reactions to the remaining instinct of the original owner, by the time Wen Jiu hung up the phone, almost 10 minutes had passed.

He had already controlled the tears of the original owner's broken thread beads, and he sat on the side of the bed, neither crying nor fussing, lazily, but making people feel lonely for no reason.

Cursing her lips, Wen Jiu turned the phone up and down: "To be honest, I still envy him a little bit."

"Well," forked the plump and juiciest piece of yellow peach and handed it to the young man. Xie Xuan bent his knees and squatted halfway. He didn't give much comfort, but said softly, "You are also fine, and you will get better and better."

He promises.

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