It's hot.

The temperature is frighteningly high. It must have been that the wound was not treated in time, so it became infected.

Ling Luo's gaze suddenly became solemn, she quickly took out two life-saving pills, helped the ugly slave take them, and then began to help him peel off the dirty clothes on his body and clean his wounds.

No lukewarm water.

Ling Luo had to use the well and stove at the door to boil the water himself.

She is a fire cultivator, and if she wants to boil a pot of water quickly, it is simply at her fingertips.

The ugly slave's consciousness was in a state of confusion, his vision was extremely dim, and he felt that a person was taking care of himself.

It's a girl with very gentle hands.

Little by little, she wiped her body, washed the blood from her wounds, and then carefully applied the medicine.

Her movements were so gentle, she was extremely patient, without the slightest irritability, so that she did not aggravate his wounds, did not magnify his pain.

It's so comfortable.

It was so painful, but the ugly slave felt like a marshmallow-like cloud.

Little by little, the consciousness returned, and gradually became clearer.

The ugly slave slowly opened his heavy, dry eyelids and saw the side face of an extremely beautiful girl.

Her eyelashes are extremely long, like the soft leaves of a four-leaf clover.

Ling ...... Girl. ”

His voice was extremely hoarse, like a cracked earth.

Every time, in a desperate situation, the first thing I see is her. In the dark, it seems to have become a law.

"You're awake, that's great." A shallow smile spread on the corner of Ling Luo's lips, and her beautiful eyes were filled with joy.

After so much effort, it finally paid off.

She was smiling at herself.

The ugly slave's consciousness became more and more sober, and there seemed to be a clear spring flowing through his heart.

"I ......"

"Don't talk yet. Your throat is too dry. Ling Luo took a celadon bottle and brought it to the ugly slave's lips, "Drink this spiritual spring water first." ”

The ugly slave obediently left her at her mercy.

Whatever Ling Luo asked him to do, he did.

A bottle of spiritual spring water went down to his stomach, and his throat and stomach were moistened, and the pain in his body was suddenly alleviated a lot.

"Thank you, Miss Ling."

This time, his voice was full of gratitude, and he was not hoarse at all.

He lowered his head, looked over his body, and changed into a clean robe.

She changed it for herself?

In other words, she stripped him of his dirty clothes with her own hands, helped him wipe his body clean, and then put on new clothes?

Isn't his body ......

Thinking of this, the ugly slave's ears suddenly warmed up, and a flush spread up his cheeks.

However, he himself was infected with fever, and his face was covered with scary pink scars from burns, so he couldn't see the shy flush clearly.

Ling Luo looked at the ugly face of this thirteen or fourteen-year-old child, and couldn't help but ask, "By the way, I always forgot to ask, what is your name?" ”

Name?

The ugly slave was silent, his eyes darkened, and his whole face sank.

"How?"

The ugly slave paused, her chapped lips moved slightly, and she said in a dumb voice, "I don't have a name." ”

The ugly slave's eyes were a little abrupt, staring directly at Ling Luo, full of kindness, and even the rough voice softened: "It's okay." From the moment I became conscious, I found myself in a lotus pond, covered in sludge, with no memory and no name. ”

Ling Luo was slightly stunned: "You were thrown in?" ”

"I don't know what to do." The ugly slave shook his head, his voice slightly melancholy, "I don't have any memory at all." I don't know if I have parents or brothers. Perhaps, I just appeared out of thin air, and only that filthy lotus pond sludge can give birth to something as ugly as me. ”