Meng Shu didn't say a word, and directly squatted on the ground and pulled the person up.

She herself had no idea that there would be such a huge power.

"This can't be helped, if those old demons know, but they have to make trouble every day. Aunt Mei was a little anxious.

Meng Shu didn't stop moving: "If you make trouble, you will make trouble with them, besides, this person will wait until he comes to his senses and asks who he is before making plans." She used her demonic power to slowly lift the bloodied man up in the air.

Half of his face was covered with layers of heavy dust, and half of it was black, and under the warm orange light, it was impossible to see the real thing. The man's breath was faint, and he seemed to be dying. The golden crown fell to the ground, shattered in an instant by the lightning strike. The smell of blood penetrated into Meng Shu's nose and choked her a little dizzy.

Blood soaked in damp black silk stained Meng Shu's white nails. She held her breath and carried the unconscious man into the room. It was a room for the demon clan to heal, and it was full of clouds and mist, pine and cypress mountains and stones, and it was quiet to see only the gurgling pool and koi at the door.

She placed the man on the large white bed, and some of the dried blood rubbed brown marks. Aunt Mei didn't want to say anything, but sighed a few words, her own girl has never taken these grievances and grievances between the Three Realms in her eyes, and let others talk about them. Once upon a time, he had saved a blue bird in the divine realm despite opposition.

"This injury is really bad, I don't know if I will survive. If he wakes up, this is a place where he can recuperate. However, the people who fell down from Zhuxian Terrace have all committed serious crimes, and I don't know if we will take them in...... "Aunt Mei loves to talk constantly when she is nervous.

"Go to sleep, I'll do it myself. ”

"How can this work?" Aunt Mei heard Meng Shu say this, and hurriedly went to get the ointment and some terry cloth that was smeared on the scar, and prepared to take a hand on the side.

"No, I don't. ”

Meng Shu picked up the white towel and gently wiped the man's face a little bit. Under the light of the hollowed-out lantern, I could see his appearance clearly. Speaking of which, this face is very handsome and straight, with a unique fairy aura. The tan hair reflected the light like a burning golden crow on Kunlun. Blood oozed from the wound on the man's face, and Meng Shu wiped it off for him little by little, and then gently stroked the transparent ointment. A thick layer with a faintly ripe aroma of pears.

"Scissors. ”

"Huh?" Aunt Mei hurriedly came and handed Meng Shu a handful of golden scissors, on which were carved a few woodpeckers.

She carefully cut the man's clothes, and there was an unconscious tenderness on her face. The clothes stuck to the scabbed wound and were torn so hard that it would be extremely painful. Meng Shu could only pick it apart with his fingers and small bamboo sticks little by little, and then carefully separated. By the time the clothes were all cut into tattered pieces, at first glance, the man's back was covered with scars, old and new, and there was not a single piece of good skin intact.

Aunt Mei exclaimed behind her, "My little ancestor, what a punishment this has received!" She had lived for so many years, she had never seen such a tragic situation, and she still had a trace of breath after falling from Zhuxiantai.

The man's eyes were still closed. However, the healing demonic power in the ointment gradually invaded his body from the wound, and although he did not move, he felt that his body seemed to have a warm current that gradually dispelled the cold. Meng Shu took care of his wound and covered it with a soft gauze quilt.

His body was very cold, and a few fairy grasses were lit in the room, and they were smoked warmly.

The man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and splashed it on Meng Shu, who was sitting on the side.

He muttered in a very faint voice, but unfortunately the voice was too small for her to hear.

Two days later, Meng Shu swiped an intimate candid photo of Wei Yan and Tang Yue on the website - that was exactly what he took in the car that day. Unexpectedly, Wei Yan's speed was so fast, and the comments under the post all began to "whitewash" Wei Yan. said that she was just in love and suddenly got angry, and did not mean to attack the police and insult the police. Wei Yan's entire comment improved instantly, and several official blogs also forwarded love information. The man's identity was picked up by netizens, and he didn't find anything wrong, but a handsome photo at the scene of the accident that day circled countless fans.

Meng Shu has not made any progress in controlling Weiyan in the past two days, and she has not left the man who fell from the sky. All the wounds had begun to scab over, and she changed the man into a white satin dressing gown, and then brought a chaise longue from her room to look at him and read a book.

Aunt Mei was busy cleaning up, and the inn was open to receive tourists in the past two days.

The bustling sound outside was cut off by glass, and the warm sunlight shone on the man's body. Meng Shu always had a desireless face, carefully looking at this young man. It seems that he may be younger than his own years, about less than a thousand years old. Although the childishness on his face has been removed, he can see that there is still a feeling of ignorance of the world.

His brow furrowed, the pain in the ninja's bones, and his body was weak. She did not know why she had been subjected to such a severe punishment. It's just that I don't know about the things in the divine realm.

The man's physical strength was slowly recovering, and he felt the breath of someone around him. He slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was Meng Shu, who was sipping coffee, and he also had an expensive mask of black silk lace on his face.

I wanted to shout the word "evil" in my heart, but I couldn't say it in my throat. The pain in his throat was as hot as that, and he could only scream two sentences like a wail.

"Hmm......"

"Are you awake?" Meng Shu turned his head sideways to look at him, and happened to meet his reddish-brown eyes, like a raging fire, making Meng Shu wave his sleeves and lower the temperature in the room. His eyes sparkled, and she thought of the sunset and stars on Leyou Mountain that year, the fiery red sun slowly setting from the sea, and the auspicious clouds and birds in the sky, a golden splendor.

Meng Shu asked softly on the side: "Does it hurt?"

The man closed his eyes in pain.

Where doesn't it hurt?

He was in pain!

I only remember falling from a height, and I don't know anything about the cause and effect. His mind was spinning rapidly, but he couldn't remember anything that had happened before. Half a ring, I could only look at Meng Shu again, hoping that she would give her an answer.

"Who are you?"

Meng Shu looked at his confused expression and asked thoughtfully.

He took care of him like a child, and wrapped a silk cloth soaked in fairy water around his forehead.

He shook his head, and struggled to get up, his arm feeling like half crushed by a jackhammer, and he was powerless. With another "snap", he fell on the bed. Meng Shu lifted his trembling arms and leaned on the cushion.

The man replied in a hoarse voice, "I don't know, I ...... Who is it?"