It has been three days since Wen Xin was resurrected, and there is no sign of soberness, so Wei An comes over every day to use the aura to regulate her body. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Her body is better than normal, but I don't know why she hasn't woken up, Rong Ling's current situation is also very bad, and he is very confused when he asks him, so he can only wait."

After helping Wen Xin check his body again, Wei An frowned and said.

Because of Wenxin's resurrection, everyone's expressions in the courtyard were less sad and more anxious.

As long as Wen Xin doesn't wake up for a day, the heart they are carrying will not really let go.

Shangguan Ming held Wen Xin's soft and warm hand, he was willing to wait, no matter how long he could wait, he was not afraid of little hope, he was only afraid of no hope.

'Xin'er, can you hear me, I promised you that I will do it, I will use the power you gave me to protect everyone in the dark, I will take good care of the children, I will cheer up, I have worked so hard, you have to work hard. ’

Shangguan said secretly in his heart, covered the quilt for Wen Xin, and asked Wei'an. "How is Rong Ling, is the situation very bad?"

Thinking of Rong Ling Wei'an's eyebrows, he sighed: "The cold in his body is too serious, and my spiritual power can help him relieve it at first, but now my spiritual power can't play any role, and the flower god is also hateful enough, using this method to punish people." ”

In the hearts of Wei An and everyone, the power in Rong Ling's body that tortured him was the secret technique that the God of Flowers had placed on him, which was used to punish him for doing something wrong.

It's just a secret technique, and he and Wei'an don't have any way at all, if they really face the god of flowers, what chance can they have.

Xin'er passed on his abilities and cultivation to him, and he had to make good use of it, hide this matter first, and maybe he could catch the flower god off guard at a critical moment.

"I'll go see him." Shangguan Ming stood up from the side of the bed, the person who knew the situation best now was Rong Ling, but he was like this, he was just anxious and useless.

Shangguan Ming admitted that he was very selfish, and Rong Ling was punished for saving Wen Xin, and he tied all his heart to Wen Xin. Only a small amount of time was allocated to see him.

He didn't want to give Rong Ling hope, he and he were doomed to be impossible.

Rong Ling saved Wen Xin, he was very grateful in his heart, but only grateful.

Wei An nodded. After thinking about it, he said: "It's okay to go and see, maybe he sees you, the situation can get better, he is now supported by willpower, I feel that as long as he survives these few days, he will slowly get better." ”

In Rong Ling's room, Dark One and Ximen Leng were wearing thick cotton jackets. The two sat around the brazier, guarding Rong Ling, who was asleep on the bed with a frown.

Since yesterday, Rong Ling began to yell and scream in the room, and knocked things everywhere, and last night he stepped on the broken porcelain bottle on the ground and made a big hole on the soles of his feet.

As soon as the blood from the wound left the body, it turned into ice.

Rong Ling's consciousness began to blur, and many times there would be hallucinations in front of him, and he couldn't leave people.

Shangguan Ming walked into Rong Ling's room, and before he could open the door, a cold air rushed to his face.

When I opened the door and saw the brazier not far away, I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

Obviously, the brazier was burning vigorously, but when I entered the house, I couldn't feel a trace of warmth except for feeling cold. Look at Dark One and Ximen Leng again, both of them have deep internal force to protect their bodies, and their hands and feet are cold.

This was just a small part of the cold qi emanating from Rong Ling's body.

It's just that the cold air leaking out is so powerful, you can imagine how great the pain Rong Ling endured.

"I've been making trouble for a long time, I didn't sleep all night last night, and now I'm sleeping." Seeing Shangguan Ming coming in, Dian Yi stood up and told him about Rong Ling's situation.

Rong Ling had a prosperous brazier in front of his bed, and they would change the hot quilt for him every once in a while, and the bed was a hand and foot stove to warm his hands, and they would have to put it on again after a while.

Although they knew that the brazier and hand stove could not relieve the chill on Rong Ling's body, they never stopped changing.

I believe in my heart, and I bake the stove with a brazier. He's always warmer, better than doing nothing.

Shangguan Ming walked to the brazier and sat down, added charcoal to it, and was silent.

"It's not my fault. Why do you want to kill me, Master, I didn't make a mistake, I really didn't, disciple really didn't make a mistake, don't kill me. Don't kill me. ”

Shangguan Ming sat down less than a pillar of incense, and Rong Ling, who was originally quiet on the bed, began to talk in his dreams, his hands waved in the air in fear, his head swayed violently, and the cold sweat on his forehead turned into ice beads and fell on the pillow, which was crystal clear and very beautiful.

Hearing the content of Rong Lingmeng's words, Shangguan Ming sat aside and was silent.

In the dream, Rong Ling returned to when he first came to this world, he thought that he had a very respectable master, and as a cross-traveler, he had space and ability, and he would definitely be able to mix well.

But why did Master change, everyone wanted to control him when they knew that he had abilities and space, or tried their best to seize his abilities and space, and even finally knew that the robbery was fruitless, so they made up their minds to kill him.

He didn't do anything wrong at all, why put the trumped-up charges on his head, he was unconvinced and unwilling.

Everyone wants to get his ability, everyone wants him to die, why, he just got the favor of God and has the ability and space, he has always been grateful, using these powers to help everyone, but why did he end up with such a result.

"It's not so easy for you to think I'm dying, I'm definitely not going to die, I'm not going to die."

Cold sweat as big as beans broke out on his forehead, and Shangguan Ming asked the dark to call Wei'an, no matter how you look at his situation, it is not very good.

Wei An heard the secret one's complaint, and quickly came over with something, checked Rong Ling's body, and she stood by the bed shaking her head and sighed.

"I can't help it, I can only rely on himself."

The god of flowers' ability is really too strong, and just a secret technique makes her helpless, and a feeling of defeat rises in her heart.

The sky is full of silver and white, the sky and the earth are the same color, Rong Ling stood in the center of the silver white, all around was silver and white, and he couldn't see anything or people.

I wanted to talk but found that I couldn't make a sound anyway, and when I wanted to walk, I was surrounded by silver, and I didn't know where to go.

Where is he?

By the way, he should be in Shangguan Ming's courtyard now, he used a secret technique to save Wen Xin, he was ostracized by this world, is he dead?

The idea arose, but was quickly overturned by him.

This world will reject him, but it will never let him die, in other words, this world does not have the ability to let him die, even the Heavenly Dao can't do it.

"Wake up, Rong Ling."

This morning, Dark One came to tell him that Rong Ling's body temperature gradually returned to normal, and he didn't talk in his sleep last night, and slept peacefully, but Wei An came to see him, saying that he had survived this catastrophe and should be about to wake up.

Wen Xin's condition has not changed, he has not been awake, but there is nothing abnormal in his body.

He was anxious to come over and ask Rong Ling what the reason was, so he waited here for him to wake up.

The silver world slowly disappeared, and Shangguan Ming's voice called him, he went from vague to clear from hearing, and finally Shangguan Ming's voice seemed to ring in his ears. (To be continued.) )