The day dive who was still in doubt, just like that, he watched Lin Anlie, who was still in his arms before, nodded to Mo Yifan in a daze, and then staggered to his own and walked out of the ancestral hall.

Curiously following him, the day dive saw him go back to his room, closed the door heavily, approached and pressed the door, and soon heard a deep and even snoring from the room.

"What's the matter?" Mo Yifan had already arrived at the gate of the courtyard at this time, and asked in a cold voice, "Do you still want to stay overnight?"

"You're so ruthless!" dodged and chased after him, and the day dive grabbed him by the shoulder, and complained in a low voice, "Where did I offend you? Why are you so fierce all of a sudden?"

didn't break free of his hand, Mo Yifan just didn't turn his head and glared at him with an extremely complicated but fierce gaze, a pair of good-looking but light-colored thin lips squeezed it tightly a few times, but he didn't speak.

It was boring to talk about himself, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet, so he took Mo Yifan and took advantage of the night to embark on the way home.

In the past few nights, Mo Yifan has not slept well, he always feels that his whole body seems to be falling apart, and the continuous nightmares are like a tide, but whenever he falls asleep, he will be swept over, and the posture seems to engulf him and his son.

Struggling to sit up again, he found that not only were the dirty clothes on his body completely soaked, but even the quilt covering his body and the mattress underneath him were mostly soaked.

Turning over and getting out of bed, the foot of the bed has not touched the ground, and the person has not gotten up, and the whole person seems to be stepping on the clouds, and he is in a trance and almost fell to the ground.

"Uh-"

Fortunately, as soon as he grabbed the bed curtain, Mo Yifan couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart, and a trace of fear appeared in his heart.

He didn't know what had happened to him, whether he had changed during this time of mortal life, even when he had taken anyone's life.

There was a sudden faint pain in his chest, and a warm cavity gushed out of his chest, and a "poof" sound overflowed throughout his mouth, although he was ready to raise his hand to cover his lips, the blood still scrambled out along the white fingers, and soon dripped into blood threads on his clothes and pants.

The blood-stained hand had to cover his violently undulating chest, and Mo Yifan felt as if a fire was burning in his body, and the burning became more and more intense, as if he was about to burn himself to death.

When his breathing was finally stable, he staggered to the door with a weak gait, and as he went, he tore open his blood-stained clothes, the night wind was a little heavy, but the exposed chest that blew on him (Yiguo) made him unusually comfortable, and he walked until he walked to the vat full of water during the day, he scooped up the scoop of water and poured it from the top of his head.

The icy and biting water was pouring from top to bottom, but Mo Yifan still felt that the fire in his body was still burning, not only did it not go out, but it became more and more vigorous.

"Is it really going to be unbearable?"

In the end, when Mo Yifan couldn't support his body to scoop up the water, he sat down beside the huge water tank in a gloomy manner, looked at the starlight in the sky, and fainted in front of him.

He grabbed his unkempt hair, looked around the room, and concluded that the sound was coming from the courtyard, so he quickly turned over and got out of bed and ran out of the room.

"What's going on?"

Before he opened the door, before he stepped out, he was so stunned by the situation in front of him that he still had no sleepiness before—

I saw that the edge of the water storage tank next to the flower pot in the courtyard was already a mess, so wet that it almost formed a depression, and in the depression was a weak Mo Yifan with a disheveled face, messy hair and stained with bright red blood stains on his pants, and his lips were as white as paper!

"Mo Yifan!" hurriedly ran over to help him up, and brushed away the wet hair stuck to his handsome face, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Although he heard his concern, Mo Yifan felt so weak that he couldn't open his eyes at this time, let alone open his mouth to respond, so he frowned slightly, with a painful look on his face.

Regardless of whether he was soaked or not, or the dirt that covered him, Daydive picked him up and went straight to his room.

first boiled a basin of hot water, cleaned Mo Yifan's body, and carefully examined and found that there was not a single wound on his body, where did the blood stained on his dirty clothes and pants come from?

took a clean set of dirty clothes and pants for him to change, and let Mo Yifan lie on his bed like that, and covered him with a quilt, and he pulled a chair to sit on the edge of the bed, supporting his chin with his elbows in his hands, and by the faint moonlight, he observed the people who were still alive and well during the day on the bed, but they were haggard at this time.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

muttering to himself in a low voice, the day dive couldn't help frowning with the person on the bed. Looking back on the past few days, he seems to have noticed a slight change, if he must say that something is wrong, this Mo Yifan's face does seem to be worse day by day, and in the past few days, it has almost lost blood, could it be that he still has any old injuries and diseases on his body that he doesn't know?

touched Mo Yifan's hot forehead, and immediately changed to a cold handkerchief and covered it, he was really the first patient to encounter such a high fever that did not go away, but his face was as blue as ash.

This night, day dive never closed his eyes, constantly tossing back and forth in the cold cloth and cold water, but he did not complain at all, some were only full of worry and incomprehension, and the distress of no way to heal.

"Uh-"

It seemed that after another night, Mo Yifan raised his hand and wanted to pinch his head that was a little swollen and painful, but what he touched was a refreshing and cold handkerchief.

"Are you awake?" Tianqian, who had been staring at him intently, immediately stood up, propped his hands on the side of the bed, looked down at him, and asked, "What else is uncomfortable?"

As he spoke, he didn't wait for Mo Yifan to answer, he took off the wet handkerchief that had only been changed for a long time, wiped his head a few times, and then leaned over and pasted the place covered by the handkerchief before.

"You-"

Mo Yifan watched him put his forehead together with himself, raised his eyes and stared directly at his face, which was almost distant from himself, and his heart jumped violently.

"The fever is gone. Not noticing his abnormality, Daydive still felt his body temperature seriously, and muttered as he got up, "What happened to you last night?"

"I-"

Mo Yifan, who wanted to stop talking, didn't know how to explain all this to him, would he feel that the sword immortal's face was gone? No, he knew that it was not like that, but he was afraid that he would take on some useless hearts for himself.

Seeing him like this, he shrugged his shoulders, walked to the table, picked up an empty bowl, took some porridge from the casserole that was always low on the stove, and walked back to the bed and sat down.

"Can you sit up by yourself?" he asked Mo Yifan, who was still lying flat on the bed.

Throwing his gaze away, Mo Yifan nodded, sat up with his body bracked, and leaned on the bed, his gaze wandering away and looking extremely embarrassed.

"I-uh-"

After thinking for a long time, he was about to say something, but before he could open his mouth, a spoon was stuffed into his mouth, and a warm, sweet, and slightly salty taste instantly spread in his mouth.

"Don't say anything. He took back the spoon and scooped another spoonful of porridge, and while putting it to his lips and blowing, he whispered, "My mother said that after people get sick, it is best to drink some medicinal porridge, this is the first time I boil it, if it is not delicious, there is no way!"

After eating the porridge he handed over again, Mo Yifan smacked his lips and said in a low voice: "No, it's good!"

Just feed like this, eat one by one, and soon the porridge in the small half-casserole will be gone.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing that Mo Yifan couldn't eat, Dayqian gathered the quilt for him, put on the porridge bowl before, and asked while eating the rest of the porridge, "Last night, I thought you were going to die." ”

At this, his expression seemed to show a fleeting uneasiness, and his eyes quickly dimmed.

"Don't worry. When Mo Yifan saw his lost appearance, his heart warmed, and he said softly, "I, I can't die for the time being!"

"What do you mean?" "Day Qian seemed to hear his voice, and immediately asked, "Isn't it, you sword immortals can't stay in this mortal world for too long?"

His words made Mo Yifan almost speechless, thinking about how to perfunctory the past, and sighing at such an amazing intuition.

"I—actually—"

"Is it because I took away your immortal power and immortal bones?" Putting down the bowl in his hand, he hurriedly climbed onto the bed, pressed Mo Yifan's shoulders, looked directly into his eyes, and said, "Isn't it?"

Pinning his face to the side, Mo Yifan made a noncommittal and somewhat ambiguous expression.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Daydive held his face with both hands and forcibly looked at him, and asked again, "Is it not?"

With a "snap", Mo Yifan raised his hand and opened his hand, and said coldly: "Do your own thing, I don't bother with my business!"

Looking at his weak but stubborn appearance, he felt a blank in his brain, and looked at the face of the person in front of him, and felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

"Take it, take all your things!" "Hold Mo Yifan's clothes with both hands again, and say in a loud voice, "Then, then go back to your Xuan Court alive, at least, at least don't die in front of me, yes, don't die in front of me!"

At the end of the roar, his head hung down, and big tears poured out and smashed on Mo Yifan's body with a crackle.