It felt like a long time had passed, as if it had been a short time ago, in the dreary air, in the boundless darkness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, a glimmer of light came, and Xuan Qing was like a drowning man, rushing towards the only place of life. When the light hit his eyes, a sharp pain hit his chest, "Ah! Xuan Qing suddenly suffered severe pain, and then gritted his teeth, trying not to let himself cry out, but the severe pain became more serious, especially in his head, as if something wanted to pull him back into the darkness. Xuan Qing desperately opened his blurred eyes and let himself feel the light he hadn't seen for a long time.

The sunlight outside the window shone through the green leaves on the table where a few books were placed, and there was a little bit of dust. To the left of the desk was a simple bed, which was supposed to be the place where the owner of the room rested. At this time, there was a man lying on the bed who was covered in plaster cast and bandaged, motionless.

A little breeze came in from the window, accompanied by a dead leaf, which fluttered down on the eyelids of the plaster man, who trembled slightly, as if he was about to struggle to wake up. After a while, the plaster man trembled more and more, as if he was enduring something, or breaking free from something, and suddenly, the bandages of the plaster man's hands broke apart, and the ten fingers of the two pale hands were slightly bent, and the green tendons were exposed. The heaving chest tends to be calm, and the slightly open eyes are confused, just stubbornly spit out from the chapped lips:

"Hehe, I'm still alive! I Xuanqing's life, you Hades can't accept it! ”

The curtains rolled slightly, and the door was quietly pushed open. The person who claimed to be Xuan Qing on the bed immediately noticed it, but the severe pain all over his body made him unable to do anything, so he could only lie down obediently. Immediately, an old man dressed in ordinary clothes appeared in front of Xuan Qing's eyes, with a dry cane in sackcloth, gray hair hanging down his shoulders, a white beard flowing down, a clear face, a pair of eyes that were indifferent, and his broad shoulders had an invisible momentum, as if he could resist a thousand troops.

"Little brother, don't move, your muscles and bones have just been connected, and the injuries on your body have just stabilized," the old man hurriedly persuaded when he saw Xuan Qing struggling and wanted to get up. The old man continued: "Don't think too much about it now, we'll talk about it when you're better, I'll send Xiao Tietou to take care of you later, there have been a lot of things in the academy recently, and Xiao Tietou will arrange your daily life and diet." I will tell the little iron head to let people change the medicine on my body. ”

Then, the old man checked Xuanqing's body, pondered for a moment, and only said "It's okay" and went out of the room and disappeared. Even if Xuan Qing was confused in a thousand ways at this time, he couldn't ask, so he could only lie on the bed and be silent.