The colors of the icebergs and the blue sky are so beautiful and so pure that the human mind seems to be clean and light. People have a sense of insecurity about their own cleanliness and lightness, like a creature that can't fly but floats into the air, and can't wait to grab something and believe something.

Is this the function of the so-called Holy Land? As soon as someone arrived, he wept bitterly and took refuge in devotion faster than the onset of blood disease.

And Butterfly smiled and said: "God is there, and it has nothing to do with him whether people believe or not." Only a person who is empty and uncertain in his heart will care so much about whether others believe him or not. Speaking of this, he raised his eyes and asked Yun Jian, "Are you scared now?" ”

The tone was very soft, like a blade slowly skimming through the skin of water.

Yun Jian said: "Yes. You let me stay with her for a while. I'm afraid I'll never see her again. ”

Butterfly Xiaohua agreed to the request, but- "Maybe you'd rather stay with her when you see her." ”

Wanliu was unconscious. She had trouble breathing. Her face was by no means pretty. Dr. Rong is trying to treat her. The body that was treated can hardly be said to have any dignity, let alone beauty.

Cloud Sword stared at Wanliu.

Wanliu also opened his eyes and glanced at Yun Jian. No one knew if she recognized Yun Jian in this eye. Her eyelids fell again, and her whole body returned to a state of ignorance.

Yun Jian smiled at Butterfly with a long sigh: "Okay, you're right. Take me back. ”

"It's okay for you to stay together." Butterfly smiled and said, "You can also concentrate the power of the guards in one place." More convenient. ”

The sturdy room next to Wanliu became Yun Jian's prison tonight.

About an hour after Yun Jian left, there was only one chanter left by his side. There's not much that can be done for her, and it's useless to keep too many people.

A doctor walked in again and gave her a routine round. Seeing a pill of leftover medicine next to her bed, he looked at it, suddenly showed a very nervous expression, and asked the chanter, "Who gave it to her?" How long have you been eating? ”

The chantman also happens to understand medicine.

Like Beihu, the Xijon people mix medicine and divine grace together, and pay equal attention to witchcraft and medicine. It's called a witch doctor. The chanter looked at the pill. Said: "I gave it, is there any problem?" ”

The doctor said the names of the two plants in Rong language, suspecting that the pill was mismatched, which would have an impact on the patient's condition.

Chanders disagree.

The two of them had a slight brief exchange at the patient's bedside. Still no consensus can be reached. However, they are willing to show full respect and understanding to the other party on the premise of reservations. Look at "what is God's will"—in other words, to put the controversy aside and let the sick get better or worse. They don't interfere for a while.

When it's impossible to decide whose hand is inserted and how to insert it, it's a wise decision not to let anyone's hand go through.

The doctor left. The chanter was silent, still feeling that the dispute just now had an effect on his state of mind. He is not worthy of reciting the scriptures in such a mood. So he also left and went to find another reciter to replace him.

Wanliu's eyelashes trembled.

She could actually hear it.

She heard Cloud Sword coming. She even managed to open her eyes and glance at Yun Jian. But she couldn't even tell if she really opened her eyes. Or is everything nothing more than a seriously ill fantasy?

The argument between the doctor and the chanter annoyed her. She didn't think it was a fantasy. It would be ridiculous if any fantasy could be so trivial and boring - no, it should be real life, right?

She endured the noise in her ears, and felt her body gradually warm up, like a small flame licking through her body.

In fact, there was indeed something wrong with the herb ingredient in that pill. For general altitude sickness patients, this herb is like a booster shot, which can help them recover as soon as possible; But for patients with sickle-type blood disease, this herb is more like a Soul Snatcher, allowing the patient to return to the light more quickly.

Wanliu found herself full of warmth and strength. She could open her eyes again, even sit up, and was shocked to find no one around. There were some trivial things in one room, and there was a key in it.

Someone left a bunch of keys here.

Wanliu remembered that he had just seen the cloud sword, in addition to the thick rope binding, there were also locked shackles. These people are really not worried about Yun Jian! Restrained him like a lion.

Wanliu felt a light on his face.

She sat up straight and heard the commotion outside.

Somehow, the chanter still got into a fight with the doctor. Their shared devotion to God did not dissolve the hatred in their hearts.

Which is more hateful? The man who killed your ancestors and the neighbor who hit you far away? You will hate your neighbor even more. After all, the ancestors and the horizon are too far away. And here your neighbor is, hindering your eyes and breaking your heart.

The scuffle between the doctor and the chanter attracted a lot of people to run to their side.

This is probably the reason why Wanliu walked out the door and didn't run into anyone.

Cloud Sword was imprisoned in Wanliu's neighborhood.

The door was locked. Wanliu tried it with the key he had picked, and the door opened. Yun Jian is inside, can he not shave or get a haircut for a few days? The whole head was unkempt, and it really looked like a lion.

Seeing Wanliu, he opened his eyes in shock, and then smiled: "Is it a dream?" ”

Wanliu wore a white hospital gown and threw it at his feet: "Is it a dream?" She repeated his words greedily. But her voice was so soft that it was like a whisper.

She was one size smaller than he had remembered. Her body was hot and shivering slightly.

She took out the keys, unshackled him, and left him with a tiny knife.

The knife is blunt. It's blunt than the eyebrow knives used by girls. It is used to scrape the remaining powder on the medicine can. The doctors carelessly left it in the room, not realizing what was important.

Wanliu didn't know if Yun Jian could really do anything with such a small blunt knife. But that's all she can give him.

She imprinted the last kiss on his feet, still hot and shivering...... And so soft.

Then she stood up and staggered back to her room. Still didn't hit anyone on the way back. It really seems like something that only happens in a dream!

People are finally back. The Chander still accuses the doctor of stealing his Eight Treasure Rings. The doctor angrily denied the insulting accusation and offered to fight the Chant to the death.

People reasonably suggested that they might as well go back to their rooms and look for them again.

They finally found the eight-treasure ring at the head of Wanliu's bed, which the chantator had attached to the key and had accidentally lost it in the corner of the room. This is the key ring that Wanliu got.

The Chander had to apologize to the doctor. Wanliu was back in bed and fell back into a coma. No one ever noticed her get up. Rong people are generally so careless. They didn't notice the position of the pattern of her blanket quilt, whether it was different from before, whether it was a sign that she had gotten up.

Butterfly Xiaohua also arrived. He harshly reprimanded the guards who had left their posts without permission, but he didn't notice that Wanliu had ever gotten out of bed. Anyway, Butterfly Xiaohua went to check the shackles of Cloud Sword.

The rope looks fine. Butterfly Xiaohua pulled the shackles, but she didn't pull it. In fact, the shackles have been opened, but the two locks are not separated. And the cloud sword secretly carried his strength to the fingers, buckled the shackles, and the butterfly smiled without pulling it, mistakenly thinking that the shackles were also intact. He walked away with peace of mind.

Wanliu didn't know how long she had been unconscious.

"People who are in a coma are really happy," in the dream, she didn't know who she was nagging with like this, "With your eyes closed and your legs extended, you don't have to worry about everything, do you say you're happy?" The people who stay are the hardest! I can't bear to think that he is working so hard! ”

The nameless stranger looked at her, and the look that was too gentle turned into sadness. Wanliu opened her eyes and found that Yun Jian was holding herself in her arms, and her appearance was too gentle, as if she was a cloud that was about to break.

"How's it going?" Wanliu asked him.

Yun Jian said: "It's all right. I saved King Rong, and he promised to let me go. You don't even see how I'm out there, more handsome than fighting. When I was fighting, I was just commanding others to fight, and I was just in charge. This time, I was all alone. ”

He said it so lightly, like he was telling a story to coax a child. Wanliu laughed uncontrollably, almost out of breath: "Yes." Be. You're the most handsome. ”

"I'll take you back! King Rong also promised to give me a large sum of gold, silver and jewelry. We're so rich! I can give you all of this, and I don't have to put it into any account anyway, it's just what we have. Yun Jian continued.

Wanliu still smiled: "Okay." Just keep lying to me. ”

"I didn't lie." Cloud Kendo.

Wanliu still didn't believe it, and the smile still remained on his lips: "You continue to lie to me." I'm dying anyway, and I can't get out of this door. Whatever you tell me, it's like it's true. It's just that you work harder than I do. However, you are more capable than me, and you can always bear more. I don't have to worry about you. ”

Her voice grew softer and softer. Yun Jian hugged her and said, "You don't have to worry. You won't die, because that's what I said. I also want to tell you that if the emperor can't save him after I go back, we won't save him. I will be the emperor and give you a queen. ”

"Okay."

"Thousands of generations have seen your name on the queen's book."

"Okay."

Wanliu smiled so happily. Laughing and laughing and dying. The wind came from outside. The sky was still blue and quiet.

Butterfly Xiaohua is also turning her head to look at the blue sky and the crystal ice peaks.

When he was a child, he also fled from the snowy mountains once. It was his faithful subordinates who fled with him in their arms.

Now that he's grown up, he's going to run away on his own legs.

How ridiculous! I thought it was a success, but it fell short. Butterfly Xiaohua is no wonder Xie Yunjian. He didn't even blame Yi Lu for gritting his teeth and trying to torture him. (To be continued......)