Si Jun glanced at her, but did not answer, leaned over and bowed slightly, and turned to go in.

The sound of debate in the main hall continued, on the solemn hall, he half sat on the couch, listening to the sound of the disciple's debate, until Si Jun came in, sat down beside him, he opened his eyes, his black eyes were cold and cold, and said: "What are the people of the Emperor of Heaven doing here?"

Si Jun smiled slightly and replied, "Someone is sick, and the Emperor of Heaven came to ask me for a medicine." ”

He faintly withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes again, and quietly listened to the sound of the disciples' debate.

The god will get the medicine and go to the Lingxiao Palace, and then he will be ordered to bring the medicine to the demon world and send the medicine to Su Gu.

In the Demon Venerable Bedroom, the maidservant who served the lord in front of her got the medicine and immediately fed her, and after a while, the high fever on Su Gu's body subsided, and when it was midnight and three watches, the person woke up from the dream in a trance, opened his eyes, but saw a person standing in front of the bed, wearing a moon-white robe, leaning over and looking at her with concern.

She looked at the person in front of her in a trance, her vision was a little blurry, and she suddenly reached out and wanted to grab him.

Seeing this, Hua Yao, who was guarding the bedside, reached out and held her outstretched fingers, her fingers were cold, and her palms were sweat that had not yet dried.

It was just a serious illness, but it was like fighting three hundred battles with others, and she lost weight all her life, and the fingers resting on his palms were so thin that only bones remained, and they were cold and cold, which made him feel pity.

She is the god of the demon world and the lord of the demon race, but she is also a woman, so weak that it is difficult for people to let go.

He lowered his eyes to look at her quietly, and the distress in his cold eyes quietly melted.

However, she looked at him with a confused look, and her weak voice summoned the name of another person.

"Ranny"

For a moment, his hand holding her froze suddenly, and the emotion in his eyes froze, but it turned out that she was treating him as a fool.

"The Lord has recognized the wrong person. He whispered, his grip on her hand loosened.

On the bed, she fell asleep again, groggy, completely unaware of what she had done in her coma.

I slept again.

The maidservant next to her said in surprise: "The lord's body is not hot, it's great, it's finally safe, it's good."

In his ears were the joyful voices of the maid and the demon army, Hua Yao stood beside the bed, looked at her silently, retracted his gaze for a long time, and turned to leave.

The night was uneventful, the next morning, when Su Gu woke up, it was already noon, a big patient seemed to be much lighter, and the stomach was empty, the maid brought the boiled rock sugar bird's nest, she drank it in one go, and her stomach was warm, only then did she feel some strength, and the person gradually came back to his senses.

Sweaty took a bath, came out of the soup pool, she was draped in a black robe, sat quietly at the door, the maid behind her gently wiped her hair, the demon battle came, knelt down and sat down, looked at her and breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "The lord of this serious illness has caused many people to almost lose their souls, and now that the lord is safe and sound, I will wait for this to be at ease." ”

She said lightly: "A wind chill, no problem." ”

Mo Zhan laughed, looked at her quietly, Gu Yao stopped talking, and finally couldn't rest assured, and said: "Lord, I know that you feel uncomfortable, if you are not happy, Mo Zhan will accompany you out for a walk, there are Jia Luo in the Demon Realm to take care of them, and it will be fine." ”

She raised her hand, and the maidservant next to her brought the sake over, she took a glass of wine, took a sip, and said lightly: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry, it's just a cold, it won't be able to kill you, and the deity is not so squeamish." ”

(Markor Literature-)