- "Heh......" Cen Chi raised his eyelids and looked at Fang Wu, he wanted to smile, but at some point, his face was already numb, and his heart, which had been a little chaotic before, suddenly became empty.

The next moment, he lost consciousness, leaning against the head of the bed and swaying and slanting.

Fang Wu had already expected this scene when he noticed that the two strange blush on Cen Chi's cheeks were beginning to fade. He took a step forward in time, grabbed Cen Chi's shoulders, which had lost his mental control, and then slowly moved his body to lie down.

The power of the small red pill can not be supported for long, the effect of this medicine is to urge the human body to potential, and there is no benign effect of treatment, the harm to the human body is greater than the benefit, once the drug power is dispersed, it is easy to cause a side effect similar to fake death.

Before, Fang Wuye was vaguely aware that the purpose of Cen Chi must go to this pill was probably to keep his mind clear, so that he could carefully do the eradication of the high-potential corpses in the room without leaving a trace, plus Fang Wu himself was really not good at this, so he did not stop Cen Chi from explaining the request.

But Cen Chi made such a request that was almost a gamble, Fang Wu really didn't dare to relax his spirit and give it a second time.

Seeing Cen Chi, who was leaning on the head of the bed just now and talking well, fell into a coma without warning, and not long after arriving, Shen Jing, who had not had time to understand what had happened in this room in detail, was really taken aback.

However, before he could take the initiative to ask, Fang Wuran slowly opened his mouth to explain a few words, calming the doubts in his heart.

Shen Jing didn't say anything more and continued to be busy with the matter at hand. After Fang Wu helped Cen Chiping, who was already unconscious, to lie down, he stretched out his finger to tap his wrist pulse for a moment, and his brows were deeply locked, and he did not relax until the pulse was completed.

Sighing softly, Fang Wu stuffed the hand that was percussion back into the quilt, turned his face, and saw that Shen Jing, who was squatting on the ground, had already pulled off the clothes on the dead high dive's body, and was measuring the length of the sleeves of the clothes with a bamboo ruler at this moment.

A hesitant expression flashed on Fang Wu's face. He was about to ask in confusion: "What are you doing here?" ”

Shen Jing is half of Fang Wu's fellow disciples, and this time he came to help him with righteousness, and he may face some dangers in the future because of today's events. Thinking of this, Fang Wu almost instinctively chose to be honest with him. When you think about it, you say it.

Shen Jing was very familiar and skilled with the work he was operating, and when he heard Fang Wu's doubtful voice, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, and he almost asked rhetorically: Do you really not understand?

But the words slipped into his mouth, and he swallowed them back into his stomach. Suddenly coming back to his senses, he only sighed softly in his heart: This kind of thing that he is extremely proficient in, for those who have fallen on the path, it is really a little incomprehensible, this is like the so-called cultivation turtle breath technique that Fang Wu has been obsessed with all his life, and put it on his head. It is also impossible to comprehend.

"To erase your habits and play as someone else, you have to study the person's habits carefully, including the size of his clothes, pants, shoes, etc., and whether he is left-handed or not. What is the taste of food and drink, and what kind of soap and paste are used in bathing...... There are many trivial things that have to be mastered. Shen Jing briefly summarized, paused for a moment, then turned the conversation and said: "I will first observe this part of the record that can be seen, and there is also a part of the imitation content, and I will wait until Brother Cen is in better spirits." Inquire again. ”

Although Shen Jing's explanation was concise, the words were clearly organized, and there were no vague words, and even Fang Wu, a layman, could hear a hint of approval.

But when Fang Wu saw Shen Jing picking up the corpse on the ground naked, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and suddenly thought about something. Immediately asked, "What are you going to do with this corpse?" ”

Shen Jing said without thinking: "If you want to deal with it without leaving a trace, the only way to hide people's eyes and ears in this inn is to 'turn corpses away'." ”

The corpse is scattered, and the name is so straightforward. Even Fang Wu, an outsider, only had to listen to it once. You can probably understand what kind of substance the powder mentioned in Shen Jing's words is. For a moment, he wanted to ask, what is the path of the academic branch opened up by the nineteenth generation of the Beili School?

For example, Liao Shi was a disciple of the seventeenth generation of Beili Lizi, but after nearly five generations of academic transformation, the skills of the seventeenth generation of Lizi are now classified as pharmacy, and it is difficult for outsiders to associate them with the Beili School. And as a side line of the eighteenth generation of the North Fence, he has been through academic exchanges for four generations of disciples until now, and he has actually entered the realm of Wuwei Cultivation.

As for the young man named Shen Jing in front of him, it seems that he has some skills for doing things, but he is not complete; He also has some medicine application skills, but he is obviously biased. In addition, he should also be good at disguise imitation, otherwise Xiao Kuang would not have picked him to help. It is only from these observations that this young man learned from a family that naturally blurred out.

"Shen Jing ......" Fang Wu hesitated to speak, and the few words that had been prepared in his heart were about to be said at this time, and the meaning was inexplicably blurred.

Shen Jing heard the strangeness in Fang Wu's tone, he stopped what he was doing, looked up at Fang Wu, and did not take the initiative to inquire, just waited with a concentrated attitude.

"In the future, you will have to take the place next to Gao Qiancen Chi, if you return to Beijing, this will be a dangerous task." Fang Wu touched his sparse beard, and said slowly with hesitation in his tone, "When Cen Chi's injury stabilizes, you have to ask him more about the details of Gao Qian's usual living habits." Although there is a ruthlessness in high-potential, it is rarely exposed, which seems to be quite different from your personality, and it is also one of the hardest elements to imitate a person! Gao Qian is dead, and the memory of his impression is easy to fade quickly in the hearts of those who know, so you have to hurry up. ”

Shen Jing listened to Fang Wu's words, his eyes moved slightly, as if he had something to say, but in the end, he didn't say anything, just stood up and waved his hand to thank Fang Wu.

Outside the window, there was a sudden sound of raindrops hitting the ground, and there was no precursor to wind and thunder, it came so suddenly. Shen Jing's gaze shifted, walked to the wall, pushed the built-in window panel to the side and opened a slit, his gaze passed through, and he cast it far away.

There are many sandstorms in the north, so the two types of windows in the south are not suitable for the buildings here, and maybe one day a gust of wind will directly lift the window panels out. The architecture of the Northland also relies heavily on the earth and stone structure, and does not pay attention to the elegance of the carved railings, but seeks stability, and this kind of built-in form is not only strong. The sound isolation effect is also quite good.

The window was only opened by a crack, and the soundproofing was broken, and the rain was already rumbling outside the window. The small raindrops gathered 10,000 trillion and slapped on the ground, and the sound that could be ignored suddenly seemed to have a kind of strength. Hitting people's ear drums, it suddenly makes people feel a little tight.

Fang Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and then he listened to Shen Jing look at the rain line outside the window and said slowly: "This rain came at a good time, and it came well. ”

There are two things in the world that are long in the traces of destruction, except for fire, and then water.

Fang Wu knew Shen Jing Zanyu's true intentions, he didn't say anything about it, but at this moment he was a little worried about Cen Chi who was lying quietly on the bed.

When the sound of rain outside the window suddenly came in through the crack in the window, Cen Chi, who didn't know whether to describe it as sleeping or unconscious, gradually tightened his brows again.

And at this moment, only he knows. Because of the sound of rain in the real world as a trigger, his spiritual world was gloomy, but at this moment, the rainy mountain road appeared vaguely in front of him.

This was the scene he was most afraid of saying goodbye.

- Even if he vaguely realized that what he saw in front of him was just a dream.

Under normal circumstances, people only dream when they have slept enough. Besides. It is only after the mental stimulation that I can't sleep at night and have nightmares. Like Cen Chi, who can't get rid of the old nightmare that is more than 20 years apart, it is still related to his poor physical condition at this time.

He had already been able to collect that memory well, but when his mental will was dragged down by his weak body, these memories that had been suppressed but not really forgotten came to his mind unconsciously.

These are memories that can put a lot of pressure on the mind. Just as the tiredness that a person stores in his body becomes profound when his body is in a state of decline.

The mountain road under the rain curtain of the Great Wilderness Mountain appeared half-illusory and half-real again, but the figure holding the dagger on the mountain road, with a long but blurred face and facial features, was gone, and the second senior brother who fell in a pool of blood was also gone, and there was silence all around, only the sound of rain was ringing.

This is only heard. But the raindrops that can't be touched are as dense as a curtain, which does not bring people the clarity of the new rain in the empty mountains, but like a somewhat moldy canvas, covering the top of the head.

Cen Chi felt depressed, and he began to run wildly on the mountain road.

He didn't know either. I ran so hard, to escape, or to find.

……

……

When Cen Chi left the town where Lin Shan was located, it was still early but noon. And when he arrived in Shakou County, he planned to kill Gao Qian, and finally at the cost of half his life, he made a ruthless move, and finally succeeded in killing Gao Qian, and outside the bloody murder room, it was not yet dark.

When it suddenly rained heavily in Shakou County, and the sky was finally dark, although the sky was dark in the remote town where the forest cedars were located hundreds of miles away, there were no lacquer-colored rain clouds in the sky.

In the afternoon, after giving detailed instructions on the matter of clearing the bandit village, Lin Shan leaned on the recliner and fell asleep unconsciously, and there was no sign of waking up until it was dark.

Although Lin Shan had said before falling asleep that he had no appetite for food, Chen Jiu still went to the kitchen to get busy and carefully boiled a cup of warm soup. However, when she came back with the tonic soup, she saw that he was sleeping peacefully, and she refused to disturb it again, but put the soup bowl aside, dragged a stool and sat next to him, tilting her head slightly and staring at his face blankly, as if she had forgotten the outside world, and refused to move her eyes for a long time.

Since his trauma had largely healed a year earlier, her chances of being so close to him had been almost cut off.

In the past two years, although she has eaten and slept with him, and in the first three months of arriving here, he often needs to sit and lie down instead of lying flat to assist in the process of large-scale scalding and desaprophytic muscle behind him, so she is his "pillow", and skin kissing is really normal...... But unlike today, when she could only be alone and guard what she loved, now this man is finally willing to open his heart to her.

It's acceptance, it's a promise, it's a treasure she's been looking forward to.

Although this love was long and hard, when she finally reaped the fruits, she did not regret it at all, she only felt full of sweetness and steadfastness. She knew that his emotions were always accumulating so slowly, but once a certain promise was made by him, it had unquestionable weight and sincerity that would last a lifetime.

It's just that...... He's going to be gone for a while......

Although he made it clear that this time he left was only about a year delayed. And her reason told herself that compared to the thirteen years she had waited before, another year was not long. But at this moment, looking at the calm and sleeping face in front of her, she still couldn't help but feel a little anxious and sad. The next year seems to be more difficult to wait for than thirteen years.

Perhaps this is because she could only look at him from afar before, not sure if she could cultivate with him in this life. No matter how much you think about it, it's just a thought. Now it's different, the love that I've been looking forward to for a long time has finally matured into her flower basket, so now she can't bear to part for a moment.

A woman's possessiveness for love is sometimes no weaker than that of a man.

I don't know how long she sat there, Chen Jiu felt a little tired, but she didn't get up to leave, but subconsciously leaned on Lin Shan's hand. There was still a hint of medicine on his sleeves, and his slender and well-proportioned fingers were half-hidden in his sleeves while holding a pen for many years. Chen Jiu stared at this hand for a moment, and couldn't help but reach out and shake it gently.

Somewhat cool.

She sat up straight again, gently grasped the wrist of the hand, tucked it into her sleeve, and tucked the blanket that the cedar had covered her in the chaise longue.

Although she moves gently. But Lin Shan, who was asleep, seemed to still feel something, and his eyebrows, which were naturally stretched out because of his calm sleep, suddenly jumped, and he quickly returned to calm.

Seeing him frowning, although it was only a momentary matter, Chen Jiu's mood still couldn't help but follow a trace of waves, and after a little hesitation, he finally called softly: "San Lang? ”

Lin Shan's sleeping face is still peaceful. Only with the sound of even breathing, his chest rose and fell slightly.

Chen Jiu quickly sat back on the stool, but at this moment her eyes stopped on the side of Lin Shan's face. If you don't think about it, now that his hair has changed color, just look at his face, in addition to his complexion is a little lighter, and he is also much thinner. In fact, his face is still the same as before, and there is no sign of the middle-aged man's face gradually slackening.

This may be related to the fact that he has not been able to gain weight, and most of his daily affairs are carried out indoors and do not need to go out in the wind and sun...... But at the same time, Chen Jiu is very clear that his physical wear and tear has been very strict in recent years. If she hadn't taken care of his diet and daily life for a long time, I'm afraid even she would have been deceived.

Thinking of this, Chen Jiu suddenly thought of the pair of red candles handed over to her by Wu Xue, the imperial physician who had been expelled by the Imperial Medical Bureau on the surface and actually came to the North with Lin Shan with a mission, and she couldn't help but feel a slight heat on her face.

The pair of red candles are not only used for lighting, but the mystery is actually in the wick.

The candle wick Tibetan medicine is not Liao Shi's work, but I am afraid that he is the only one in this world who dares to call the shots and give this pair of red candles to Chen Jiu.

It's just that Liao Shi was in a bit of a hurry, so before he could determine one thing, he left half a chess hand, and entrusted this plan to Wu Ze. When Wu Ze first learned of Liao Shi's plan, he was full of disbelief, but then he thought about it calmly, and he was full of admiration, and secretly raised his thumb for Liao Shi's bold but careful planning.

The most rare thing is that this plan finally has a chance to be implemented.

- Although it may seem to be in a hurry.

It wasn't until the day before parting that Wu Ze, as an outsider, was sure that his observation was correct, and quietly handed over the pair of red candles and the words left by Liao Shi with the red candles to Chen Jiu.

This is indeed the case, and it is only to this day that Lin Shan has admitted his emotional destiny to Chen Jiu.

Among Lin Shan's subordinates, there were also a few who were clear-eyed and attentive, and they saw that something was finally about to happen between their Lord Lin and Sister Jiu.

In short, when the chores in the residence were all sorted out, the night before leaving here, everyone subconsciously reached a tacit agreement that the room where Lin Shan was resting was completely left to the old wine.

What's strange is that Lin Shan doesn't actually know about this.

The sky outside was getting darker, but the room where Lin Shan was resting became quieter, and the guards and maids in the residence seemed to be nowhere to be found.

However, although she felt that she had the support of everyone, and there was a feeling in her heart, her hands in the sleeves were clenched and relaxed several times, but she couldn't make a decision.

Bear him a child without his permission?

If this were to be left to another man, he would almost nod his head without thinking, right?

But if it involves the man in front of him, Chen Jiu's mood suddenly swayed. Although he has already made a promise, to be specific, this matter is only a glimpse of the eight characters, and before he has passed the level of his master, this matter is still half empty.

If there is anything that can make him even lift this that has been put in place, it is very likely that it is the result of the burning of the red candle.

Can...... If you take a chance. Maybe it doesn't really anger him.

Maybe he will be really annoyed afterwards, but if he takes this risk, he can finally give birth to blood, even if he has no name. What is this sacrifice?

No, if it is feasible to force it, what is it if you have waited for so many years?

For a while, Chen Jiu only felt that the five flavors were mixed, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or annoyed, and he couldn't tell the difference between anxiety and sourness. The pair of red candles given by Wu Zedai Liao Shi did not carry the old wine with her, otherwise she was not sure at this time whether she would light the candles without thinking.

Although staring at the sleeping man in front of him for a long time. She was a little moved, but she was actually more hopeful that this matter could start in another way.

As a woman, maybe it's by nature, I always want to be embraced and cared for by the man I love, instead of always chasing after myself.

Chen Jiu's eyes flickered. In the end, he didn't get up to get the pair of red candles, but lowered his head again, gently lifted one of the sleeves of Lin Shan, spread it on the edge of the chaise longue, and then lowered his face and pillowed it.

"Saburo, if I do this, will you annoy me?" His head rested on his sleeves, and he smelled the faint smell of honey locusts and wound medicine. Chen Jiu muttered.

Still unable to get a reply from him, only the sound of his even breathing in my ears.

In fact, it is good to have this kind of companionship.

However, at this time, even the wine closest to Lin Shan's aging wine is unknown, Lin Shan's surface is sleeping so peacefully, but in fact, the spiritual world is in a dark state.

The quiet night sky of the Great Barren Mountain is full of stars, and these sky elves who used to be the little junior brother would blink quietly, but tonight they seem to be frozen into dead silence by frost. lost its vitality, only rendering a cold faint glow, illuminating the outline of the grass house.

This nightmare is here again!

When you see the hazy but familiar scenery in front of you, you don't know where you are. My heart began to tighten again. The dream that belonged to Cen Chi also belonged to him.

It's just that in Cen Chi's dream, there is an inextricable rain and fog, blurring and damp the outline of a qiē scene on the mountain. In Lin Shan's dream, there was no rain, only dew that seemed colder than the rain from the sky. How many grass leaves there are on the Great Wilderness Mountain, how much of this wet and cold water vapor is drenched.

More than 20 years ago, that night of blood spilling on the grass house was a childhood shadow that could not erase and changed his heart for Cen Chi. As for Lin Shan, what happened that night was not a hole in his heart when he was young!

The pain of that night turned into a nightmare afterwards and remained in his memory. Although more than 20 years have passed, this nightmare rarely disturbs his sleep, but as soon as he re-experiences it in his dream, the feeling of falling into the ice cellar and being numb to the point of pain will be deepened again.

On the mountain road where the mountains and grasses are deep and heavy, the young man in the green shirt ran wildly in a panic.

The hem of the young man's cotton shirt has been cut through more than a dozen cracks by the thorns he encountered, and the cotton cloth has turned over the cotton threads, revealing the underwear that he is wearing closely, and then it is also torn by thorns.

Until the spikes pierced the skin, and the tiny beads of blood seeped into the plain tunics, the boy still did not care about his own body, and ran like crazy on the mountain road in the night, not to avoid any wild beast, but to catch up with the long back in front of him.

However, the boy was finally a step slower.

By the time he caught up with the long man's back, he had already reached the cottage. A long, familiar figure, with a sharp dagger in the palm of his hand, something seemed too late to stop.

The child curled up on the bed rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at the two people standing at the door, one tall and one short, and said in some surprise: "Master...... Senior brother? What's wrong with you guys? ”

The long figure seemed to smile, and then said in a calm and cold tone: "Chi'er, for the teacher to see you, are you still used to the new bed?" ”

As soon as this person finished speaking, the young man in green shirt, who was holding on to the door frame and panting roughly, suddenly roared loudly: "No! You're not a Master! ”

As soon as the young man's words fell, the long figure in the shadow of the grass hut turned his face, and the starlight that was almost frosty reflected on the person's face, and the familiar outline was indeed visible, and the young man who was panting violently was suddenly stunned.

"Shan'er, are you going to deceive the teacher?"

Although the figure's face was familiar, the tone of his voice was obviously unfamiliar and rough.

The young man looked at the man's face for a moment, and then his eyes quickly gathered again with doubt. Muttered three words: "You are not ......" At the same time, the young man's footsteps moved towards the house.

"Eventful!" The long figure seemed to be finally annoyed, and with a sharp wave of his sleeves, he dragged back the young man in green shirt who had just taken two steps from his side and approached the child on the bed in the house. Throw it into the corner.

The boy's thin back slammed against the brick and stone wall, and he couldn't stand up for a long time, and it was difficult for him to say half a word.

However, when the child curled up in the quilt on the bed saw this scene, he had only felt a little surprised when he saw the sudden arrival of the master at night, and the surprise in his eyes had been replaced by shock.

"Master? What are you doing! ”

The child rolled out of bed and ran towards the boy who was sitting in the corner of the room, trembling from the sharp pain in his back like a cracked bone.

"Chi'er, if you are willing to be obedient, you can bear less pain." The long figure spoke again, and there was an exhortation in his words. But his tone of voice was still unemotional, "Don't move, Master will send you over there soon......"

The child who ran towards the corner with his back to the door not only did not understand the hidden danger in these words, but also did not see the long figure standing in the doorway not far behind him walking towards him.

At this time, this kid was full of worries, and they were all senior brothers who fell into the corner and couldn't get up.

"Senior brother? Are you alright......" the child asked carefully. In the dimly lit interior, groping his way to the corner.

However, just as he was about to reach the corner, he suddenly felt himself pushed away by an oncoming force and fell a few steps away......

Immediately, the boy's roar came again, repeating two words in fragments:

"Let's go!"

……

The sharp, cold dagger flashed with a silver glow, and at first it seemed to rub only a little bit of skin. But in an instant, it was halfway into it, nailed to the chest.

The warm chest suddenly invaded an ice thorn, and there was no blood spilling, but the feeling of weakness that the piercing coldness blocked the blood flow, which made people almost suffocate. That cold, that chill. It was as if the entire body was frozen in an instant.

It was as if every drop of blood from the limbs had condensed into ice beads, so the body did not feel the slightest pain, but could not stop trembling...... If you are covered in ice, why can you still tremble?

In the deep and blurry night, Lin Shan first watched the dagger in his master's hand pierce his chest. I was terrified, but soon the horror turned to surprise.

The wound did not bleed, and the feeling of death was not painful, but the piercing coldness embedded in the warmest part of the body seemed to produce a feeling that was more unbearable than pain.

He struggled to shake off the boreary sensation of his chest, but he soon realized that it was in vain. He saw himself lying in a pool of blood more than twenty years ago, his body twitching slightly, and his life seemed to be coming to an end.

The fact that "oneself" can see one's whole body from the perspective of a bystander seems to prove a certain fact.

But the strange thing is that at this time, he still has a clear consciousness in his mind, remembering that although he was severely injured by his master when he was thirteen years old, he did not die at that time. Although he was able to sit up for a month in bed due to the extremely dangerous trauma in this position, he was finally saved by the master's skill.

So when Lin Shan saw Master hugging him tightly and shedding tears, he wanted to shout out loud and persuade Master not to be so sad.

But he couldn't shout.

It was as if something was stuck in his throat, and he felt like his breathing was getting harder.

However, although he felt that his breath was stuffy and his throat was congested, the warmth in his body seemed to be drained of most of it, and this complex uncomfortable experience almost broke his mind and made him faint. But for some reason, he was able to maintain a sense of consciousness at the same time, teaching him that he couldn't dodge, and could only endure this kind of painless but uncontrollable trembling cold to the bone.

"Shan'er ......"

It was Master's call.

Lin Shan had experienced such a treacherous dream more than once in the past, so he knew very well in his heart that when he could hear someone calling him at this time, it was when the dream would end.

As long as he can answer.

But it was extremely difficult to speak in a dream, because at this time he only felt that every inch of his body seemed to be numb, including his lips and eyelids, which usually had to move almost effortlessly, all of which became heavy and difficult to move because his breathing became stuffy.

Master's call didn't last long before it faded away and disappeared into nothingness.

There was a complete silence all around. And the bone-chilling chill that pierced his chest had completely spread in his body, and Lin Shan felt in a trance that he was like a stone abandoned into a cold pool, which had sunk to the bottom of the pool.

If this dream does not wake up. Is it the silence of the moment that is eternal?

After a person dies, he will indeed lose his body temperature, lose his hearing, hearing, speech, and so on.

Lin Shan's heart suddenly had a trace of fear—no matter who it is, it is inherently afraid of death—but this fear in Lin Shan's consciousness did not linger for long, and was replaced by a sense of relief.

Death, for most people, is the destruction and pain of life, but for others, it is a complete liberation from oneself.

If Lin Shan's longevity is today, it will end at the age of thirty-five. Then these thirty-five years of life have given him nearly half of his life both physical and mental suffering. People who are afraid of death may be lucky that they know the benefits of being alive. But in recent years, Lin Shan has become more and more obscure about the meaning of his life, and living like this may have many responsibilities to others. Only the role of himself is vacant.

Can people really live in the world without desires and desires?

If you ask for something, what do you ask for?

This is really an issue that is too complicated, and the wealth, wives and concubines, reputation, and power that all living beings want...... It seems that I can easily get it, but when I think about it, these things are not so important to me that I must have them. You can give up at any time.

It seems that a life that has no meaning should continue in such a painful and tormenting way, so it is better to abandon it!

As this thought became clear in his consciousness, Lin Shan felt that his heart began to sink, and his body gradually sank.

This feeling faintly hints at an extremely unkind result.

But he wasn't flustered at all. I chose to bear calmly.

Sleeping in the realm of silence does not seem to be a very difficult thing, it is nothing more than that the world is completely quiet......

However, just when Lin Shan felt that his world was about to freeze and stand still. Suddenly there was another call in my ears:

"San Lang!"

It's a woman's voice.

It's Chen Jiu shouting.

Lin Shan's heart suddenly stirred, and he suddenly realized that what he was thinking just now was so decadent that he didn't even feel strange to himself for some reason.

Qingchuan's affairs are about to start, and the affairs of the master have been put on hold, and that woman, how can she ignore the promise she gave so quickly? And that child, at least two or three more years of attention will be needed before he can completely withdraw his hand......

These thoughts, although they seem to be all other people's business, once they are mentioned, they all turn into thousands of threads and entanglements.

Lin Shan suddenly felt that his sinking body and mind suddenly began to pull upwards again, and the body feeling brought to him by this sharp turn in this direction was half-illusion and half-real, but it also quickly returned to reality.

If the glimmer of the morning light peels off the dark fog inch by inch, the light also seems to carry the temperature of the morning sun, dispelling the cold that has soaked the body layer by layer.

When the master's call also dispersed, and Lin Shan thought that he was about to fall into silence forever, a woman's cry penetrated his ears, instantly shattering the barrier of silence, and at the same time, a warm hand clenched tightly.

With a breath of stagnant breath in his chest, Lin Shan finally broke free from the illusory and boundless dream. This dream was a calamity for him.

After a heavy breath, his vision gradually got rid of the fog that seemed to be caused by suffocation, and the things in front of him gradually became clear, and Lin Shan realized that the room was full of people, remembering that he was originally leaning on the chaise longue for a nap, but now he was lying on the bed.

Chen Jiu sat on the edge of the bed, closest to her, her eyes were slightly red, and her face was full of anxiety.

Lin Shan, who calmed down his cough, did not ask Wu Ze about his sudden illness, nor did he want to say anything to comfort Chen Jiu, he just looked sideways at the guards in the room who always kept a three-step saluting distance, and asked slightly out of breath, "What time is it?" ”

Most of Lin Shan's guards, both old and new, quickly developed a habit of being able to control time with great precision, not to mention that the few guards who stayed in the house were all personal servants that he relied on and often paid attention to cultivating. Jiang Chao, who was the leader, quickly replied, but just after replying, he hesitated for a moment, and finally failed to suppress the anxiety that was jumping in his heart, and reminded in a slightly lower voice: "It's less than an hour before dawn, my lord...... Are you considering rescheduling? ”

As soon as Jiang Chao said this, the faces of the other two guards who were standing side by side a little half a step behind him changed. Although what Jiang Chao said was also the construction that they considered and agreed with, they knew better that this kind of construction would definitely violate a certain principle of Lord Lin.

However, at this time, among the people in the room, I am afraid that Jiang Chao is the only one who dares to anger the persuasion like this