In the dark night, in the deepest part of the old forest in the mountains, an old man with white hair sat cross-legged in the cave.

There were many kinds of spiritual weapons around him.

Those spiritual weapons emitted a faint light, allowing the old man to show a kind of independent bearing.

Suddenly, the old man's heart beat wildly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out involuntarily.

He directly interrupted his cultivation and endured the pain of retrograde blood and entered the cave.

When he saw that the life card offered in the cave was completely dimmed, the old man instantly fell to the ground.

At this moment, he seemed to be a little older.

"Suilan, my Suilan. ”

The old man let out a sad whimper in his throat, and then he gritted his teeth hatefully: "Jian family, I will slaughter you all over the house." ”

The old man sat cross-legged, his right hand quickly pinched, he wanted to figure out who hurt Xin Suilan, but he couldn't figure it out after a long time, but he was so traumatized that he suffered a huge wound.

The old wound was not healed and new wounds were added, adding a touch of gray color to the old man's originally white hair.

He was anxious, but his injuries were not healed and he couldn't get out.

The old man could only suppress the pain in his heart, and said hatefully: "Wait, when I get better, I will avenge my son." ”

Jane's house in the capital

Qin Sang looked at Jian Xicheng and stretched out his hand to hug her, but after seeing her complexion, he retreated, and the outstretched hand hung weakly on his sides.

Qin Sang's heart was sour, and he couldn't say it.

She stretched out her hands to hug Jian Xicheng and supported his back with one hand: "You lie down first, if you can't stand the pain for a while, you must tell me, and I'll find a way for you." ”

Let Jian Xicheng lie flat on the bed, Qin Sang stood up and wanted to retreat, Jian Xicheng grabbed her hand: "Stay with me for a while." ”

Qin Sang sighed slightly, and sat down at the head of the bed: "Okay." ”

Jian Xicheng sweated again on his forehead at this time, and fine beads of sweat slid down his forehead to his cheeks, and then fell onto the sheets.

Qin Sang squeezed Jian Xicheng's hand and felt that his palms were sweaty.

She was a little worried, and touched the clothes on Jian Xicheng's body and found that the clothes were also wet.

"Does it hurt?"

Qin Sang's eyes showed a little melancholy.

Jian Xicheng shook his head with a smile: "It doesn't hurt, it won't hurt if you're by my side." ”

But when he said this, his teeth were chattering, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and his palms were even more slippery.

Qin Sang was afraid that Jian Xicheng would bite his tongue because of the pain, so he took a clean towel and folded it and handed it over: "If you can't stand it, bite this." ”

Jian Xicheng smiled, with a gentle look in his eyes: "No, as long as you are by my side, I can bear anything." ”

His body hurt as if it was about to crack, the pain of flesh and blood separation, and the pain of breaking muscles and veins made him think for a moment that he was dead or not in pain.

But when he saw Qin Sang sitting on the edge of the bed, he had infinite courage again.

The pain hit his body inch by inch, and Jian Xicheng felt that his bones were about to be stripped out of his body.

Sweat soaked his clothes, and the sheets on his body were wet.

His forehead hair had become darker and brighter from the wetness of sweat, and his original pale complexion was abnormally red at this time.

Jian Xicheng wanted to scream in pain, wanted to reach out and tear something.

It's just that Qin Sang is still sitting next to the bed.

Qin Sang looked at her quietly, his eyes gradually becoming gentle.

Her hand clasped his hand, her fingers intertwined, conveying encouragement and companionship to him.

Jian Xicheng tried to restrain and endure, when the waves of pain did not exist.

Qin Sang held Jian Xicheng's hand, feeling that his palms were already full of sweat, and the sweat made Qin Sang's hands wet.

Her heart trembled.

"Let me tell you a story. Qin Sang smiled and helped Jian Xicheng wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Jian Xicheng also laughed, and after laughing, his teeth bit his lips.

"A long, long time ago, there lived a little girl on a lonely island, there was nothing but the little girl on the island, the little girl was alone all day, she looked at the endless sea, she wanted to see what was on the other side of the sea, in order to find a way to cross the sea, she came to the depths of the island, where there was a sea of fire, and after the sea of fire, you can get a big ship......"

Qin Sang's face showed a look of reminiscence, his expression was gentle, and his voice was soft and beautiful.

"The little girl finally waded through the fire and got the big boat, and she floated on the sea in the big boat, and after a day and a night, she encountered great waves and strong winds, but she saw that after the great waves and strong winds there would be a large land with flowers, and many kind people, and all kinds of small animals. ”

A low, low-cut voice rang in Jane's ears.

Jian Xicheng smiled and said: "Your story should be changed, there are two isolated islands in the middle of the sea, far away, there is a little boy on one isolated island, he likes the little girl on the other island, he wants to find the little girl, he crossed the sea of fire and found the boat to cross the sea, he rowed over, he was not afraid of the wind and waves, ignored all difficulties, and finally found another isolated island, since then, the little girl has a companion, she and the little boy live happily together." ”

Qin Sang burst out laughing.

"All fairy tales end like this, and from then on, they live happily together, but life is not only fairy tales. ”

Jian Xicheng looked at Qin Sang affectionately: "Then will they be happy together." ”

Qin Sang hung his head and was silent for a long time.

Jian Xicheng felt that his whole body was in pain, from his heart to every part of his body.

"Yes. ”

Qin Sang finally nodded.

At this moment, at this very moment, Jian Xicheng heard the sound of spring flowers blooming and all things growing.

He wondered if he could hope for more.

"Is that little girl sincere?"

This time, Qin Sang was silent for a longer time.

Just when Jian Xicheng thought she wouldn't answer, she smiled softly, and her smile was more beautiful than the peach blossoms in March.

"Yes. ”

The two words made Jian Xicheng think that this was the most beautiful sound in the world.

Jian Xicheng slowly closed his eyes.

He had no strength to stay up, and when he heard the two words that Qin Sang spit out, he really relaxed, and at this moment, he fell asleep.

Qin Sang breathed a sigh of relief, and then his heart rose again.

The initial pain was okay, but the next illusion was not so easy to get out of.

Qin Sang let go of Jian Xicheng's hand, she leaned down and touched Jian Xicheng's forehead, feeling a cold patch, and the melancholy in her eyes deepened.

She stood up and went into the bathroom, and after a while brought out a basin of warm water.

A clean white towel was placed on the basin.

Qin Sang put the basin on the chair, put the towel in warm water and washed it, took it out and wrung it half-dry, and stood by the bed to wipe Jian Xicheng's face, and after wiping the sweat off his face, he wiped his hands very carefully and carefully.

When Qin Sang is indifferent to a person, it really makes you feel that she has no heart and lungs, which makes your heart cold.

But if she is good to a person, she is the kind of gentleness and meticulousness that makes your heart tremble.