Qinghuan only felt that her head and chest hurt unbearably, there was the sound of the wind hunting in her ears, and what voices were constantly talking to her, but she couldn't hear anything clearly, and she didn't know when she fainted.

But after all, she was faint in Nanyang's arms, and she was more at ease.

In her unconscious sleep, she could see nothing, only darkness in front of her, but there were always many voices in her ears, calling nothing more than a name:

Aluo.

Fall...... Fall...... Fall...... Fall......

It was like chanting a sutra, or like a constant curse, which made her have a splitting headache.

Why call her by that name?!

She vaguely seemed to see the shadow of her master, dressed in white, sitting upright opposite her, her eyes were shallow and faint.

She was about to rejoice, wanting to hear the familiar call from Nan Yang's mouth: "Light Huan", so that she could grab a life-saving straw.

But Nanyang turned his head, looked at her lightly, and whispered as if repeating someone's words:

"Ah Luo."

Why......

Why...... Why......

She instinctively wanted to struggle, but a hand held her tightly, very tightly, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, so that her heart slowly settled, as if the heart was going to flow through this hand to the other person's heart.

There seemed to be a faint clear voice in her ears, forcibly pulling back her sinking consciousness:

"Why does her nose keep bleeding? Why...... Why is there so much ...... flowing?"

"Don't panic, this is caused by internal breath disorder, and qi and blood are conflicting."

"What the hell happened to her? Why does the wound suddenly recur? ”

Qinghuan tried hard to open her eyes and move her fingers to take a look at Nanyang, but she didn't have any strength in her body.

“…… The inner breath burst, and the wound was torn open from the inside......"

"Inner breath bursting?"

"She already had some problems with her body, but she couldn't see it when she hid it before...... I don't know what the problem is, it seems to be the residual damage of a formation, I can't see it alone, I have to find someone with more refined medical skills. ”

"Is it life-threatening?"

"I don't know."

"Bursting within...... Could it be that her tendons were not broken when she was a child......"

……

It was hazy to listen to, and many words were not clear, but the four words of inner breath burst were clearly heard.

Her mind was still in a state of confusion, and she couldn't figure out a single idea.

I don't know how long it took, someone sat on the edge of the bed next to her, lifted her head a little, and then pressed the rim of the cup to her lips, and the other hand pinched the acupuncture points on her neck to help her drink the water.

"Ahem......" She choked on the water, and her body coughed a few times, because of this precious water, she finally had the strength to barely open her eyes.

She was lying on a large bed with a light blue tent hanging next to it, and there was a round table and a few round stools in the room. She thought about it carefully, it should be her own room in the inn.

There was a cup held up in front of her, and the hand holding the cup was very familiar, and such a familiar scene seemed to have been experienced not long ago. The thin white and beautiful wrist faintly exposed a dark red scar, like a cluster of red plums falling in the snow all over the ground in winter, delicate and pitiful.

Nan Yangqing's cold voice was close to his ears, like a breeze blowing across the lake in the spring of Jiangnan: "Awake? ”

"Hmm...... Master. Qinghuan's pale face chuckled, and the weak appearance that fell softly in Nanyang's arms was extremely cute, like a wounded fawn.

Nan Yang put the water aside, took out a handkerchief to wipe the water stains on Qinghuan's mouth, and his voice still didn't carry any emotion: "You are very disobedient this time." ”

Qinghuan lowered his head and held Nan Yang's fingers: "You too." ”

“…… I'm not like you. ”

Qinghuan chuckled and said softly, "They...... Are they all alive? ”

"All alive, alive and well, except for you."

"I ...... too Very good......" Qinghuan said bitterly.

Nan Yang hugged Qinghuan tightly in his arms behind him, his chin rested on Qinghuan's shoulder, and the two of them rubbed their equally warm side faces against each other: "I said, I love cleanliness very much, and I am very unhappy when others touch my things." ”

"But if you encounter danger next time...... You must go first......" Qinghuan's voice trembled slightly.

"That's enough." Nan Yang's voice was cold in an instant, let go of Qinghuan, put her flat on the bed, and left with a cold expression.

Qinghuan's eyes were sour, this was the second time she heard the master say, enough.

Nanyang walked to the threshold, stopped, turned his head slightly, and stopped talking.

"I was wrong, Master." Qinghuan whispered.

The air was silent for a moment.

“…… I thought you were going to die. Nan Yang's voice was faint, but inexplicably revealing a distressing sadness, "There was a lot of blood, a lot of blood, I couldn't stop it." You're always like this, and I am afraid that you are going to die. ”

"I'm sorry......" Qinghuan's eyes welled up with sourness.

"I never knew it before, and I was scared like that." Nanyang's voice was deep, as if he was about to blend in with the night.

"Are you angry?" Qinghuan's voice was very soft, and his eyes were locked on Nan Yang.

"Yes, I'm angry, even more angry than anyone else touching you." Nan Yang turned around, and there was a very shallow sadness in his eyebrows. She had never seen this kind of look on Nan Yang's face, which made Qinghuan panic.

"Then what am I going to do so that you can get rid of your anger?"

“…… I do not know. Nan Yang turned his head, paused, and still stepped out of the threshold.

Qinghuan clenched his right fist and released it weakly.

Nan Yang looked introverted, went down the stairs, and walked to the backyard of the inn. It was midnight the next day, and the sky was dark, and there were no stars or moons.

There's a very strange scene going on in the backyard.

Wuji held the headless body of the nameless person he picked up, fiddling with something at the nameless neck. Wu Gong was holding Nameless's head while yawning while watching Wu Ji fiddle.

Nanyang knew it at a glance. At that time, Nameless's head flew out, not a drop of blood was spilled, and Nameless was usually very silent, and his mouth was also in a strange tone without inhibition, so she guessed that Nameless was actually a mecha man.

The Heavenly Craftsmanship of the Valley of Troubled Flowers has really reached a terrifying level.

"Nan Yangzun, you are here." Wu Ji bowed his head slightly to the south.

"Is it well repaired?" Nanyang asked casually as he walked.

"It's okay, it's a small problem, it's the thread Gu that the woman put it, it's very powerful, and she broke the nameless neck alive. Before Nameless, his body was broken in half, and we can repair it. Wuji said these creepy words, but his expression was unusually peaceful.

"Where's Junqiao?"

"The young valley master is in the kitchen."

Nan Yang nodded, she originally went to the kitchen, and she happened to meet Junqiao.

The one in Junqiao is just an ordinary Gu that temporarily makes people lose consciousness, and after coming back and using the medicine, he will be fine, not only did he go to see the injury to Qing Huan, but now he also ran to the kitchen alive.

When Nanyang entered the kitchen, Junqiao had his back to her, stirring something in the pot. On the belt behind her, there was the half-faced white jade mask with a long tassel pendant.

"Junqiao, what are you doing?" Nan Yang asked softly.

Junqiao hurriedly turned his head and said with a smile: "Qinghuan has been in a coma all day, you ...... You didn't eat anything, so I'll cook some food, and I'll be idle anyway. ”

"She's awake now." Nan Yang walked over and glanced at the contents of Junqiao's pot, "She should be hungry." ”

"It just so happens that it's time for me to cook this dish."

"You're still not cooking light enough," Nan Yang said lightly, "I'll come personally." ”

Junqiao looked at Nan Yang's serious side face in some surprise and nodded in a daze.

Nan Yang picked up an egg, looked at it coldly, and looked at it for a long time, but there was no movement.

“…… Nanyang? Junqiao called her carefully.

Nan Yang glanced at Junqiao and pointed to the pot in front of him: "How do you get this." ”

The tone was so smooth that I couldn't hear it as a question at all.

Junqiao couldn't help but chuckle: "Listening to what you said, I thought you were a good kitchen hand, and I was surprised that your dignified lord could also cook things." ”

"It's normal not to know how to do it, so I'll ask you how to do it." Nanyang held the egg, a serious way.