Gently pushed the door into the house, and put the porridge on the small stove to warm it, this was specially prepared by Duanmu Rong for Yan Hong's warm medicine, but now he is not afraid that this porridge will be cold.

After looking at Yan Hong carefully, he found that Duanmu Rong had a long pulse, breathing steadily, obviously asleep, and did not disturb and sat cross-legged on the spot to heal his injuries, although Duanmu Rong cured Yan Hong's external injuries, but the internal injuries still depended on Yan Hong's own, especially the stubborn illness of the seventeen sword qi left by the demon spirit back then, which has always been a major hidden danger for Yan Hong.

Outside the house, Yue'er was still making medicines with all her heart, these medicines were prepared for Gai Nie and Yan Hong, Yue'er handled them very carefully, looking at Sister Rong's room, Yue'er was a little curious about Sister Rong's daily life, even if she was tired, she wouldn't rest during the day, how was it unusual today, and just a moment ago, she suddenly remembered why the unknown patient made him look kind, and when he spoke just now, he didn't seem to hesitate to call out the big brother, and he didn't ask to know that his name was Yue'er, Shaking her head, Yue'er didn't think about it anymore, let's wait a while and ask Sister Rong, but looking at the eyes of the eldest brother is really kind, like, just like when my father looked at him.

"Huh? This is a rare Flame Red Lian King Snake, this kind of snake has never been seen on the island, where did she come from? ”

A red shadow crossed in the eyes, Yue'er fixed her eyes and saw that it was a red Lian king snake, and couldn't help but follow curiously, since ancient times, snakes can be used for medicine, especially although the appearance of the red Lian king snake is fierce, but the toxicity is not great, if the snake gall is used for medicine, it is not a strong drug, but warmth is the best choice for snakes to enter the medicine, together Yue'er only heard Duanmu Rong talk, and now when she sees the living one, she can't help but be curious and follow up.

No one could have imagined that this was actually a game set up by Chi Lian, the net had been dispatched, and the quicksand would start hunting again.

In the blink of an eye, half a day had passed, and the sun was already loud and nearly noon.

Duanmu Rong's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and she woke up. The wings of her nose twitched slightly, as if she had asked a familiar smell, and when she turned her head, she saw Yan Hong sitting cross-legged and healing, with a trace of arc on her lips, and she seemed to be in a good mood at the moment.

"Wake up......" seemed to feel that someone was watching him, and Yan Hong also woke up in a trance.

"Well...... Are your injuries healing? Half leaning on the head of the bed, Duanmu Rong asked carefully.

"It's okay, as long as you take care of it carefully, you can be cured within a month, come and try my craft, I hope there is no regression." As he spoke, Yan Hong brought down the warm porridge from the small stove, took out a bowl and came to the bed and sat down.

"I'll do it myself." As he spoke, Duanmu Rong reached out and took the bowl.

Yan Hong's hands retreated slightly, but Duanmu Rong pounced, "Don't worry...... Yes! He handed the spoon to Duanmu Rong's mouth, obviously asking Duanmu Rong to open his mouth in cooperation.

Duanmu Rong's heart warmed, but she still refused to admit defeat, and said with a cold face, "I'm not a child...... but in the end, she still opened her mouth slightly and accepted it.

"Beware of hot ......" sentence, one action, Yan Hong really seems to be coaxing a little girl.

Duanmu Rong's heart became softer and softer, and his gaze gradually became less cold, "Unexpectedly, after so long, the taste still hasn't ......changed" Yan Hong got up and put down the empty bowl, and when he came to the bed again, Duanmu Rong said half a sentence without a beginning or an end.

"This craft was originally given to me by you, didn't it?" Yan Hong was stunned for a moment at first glance, but his subsequent answer was surprisingly peaceful.

"Hmm-" Taking a deep breath, Duanmu Rong responded, but a shallow smile appeared on his face, and Yan Hong's hanging heart was half of it.

"Let go ......" It turned out that Duanmu Rong was about to walk out after dressing up, but Yan Hong took his hand.

"What if I don't let it go?" Smiled and looked at Yiren, but he didn't expect a cold snort, and then Duanmu Rong forcibly broke free of his hand.

Shaking his head a little helplessly, Yan Hong could only follow later, outside the house, the two walked out side by side, but suddenly felt a strong wind rushing towards Duanmu Rong, Yan Hong instinctively raised his left hand, and the palm wind moved to block the attack, and his sharp eyes swept across the courtyard, but found that Tianming was smirking at Yan Hong with the handle of the axe, and then saw that an axe was inserted in the wooden wall next to Duanmu Rong.

Glancing at Tianming angrily, Duanmu Rong turned around and left, but the master of the class squeezed his eyebrows and said on the side, "Childe, the taste of Gentle Township is good, the whole world can taste the gentleness of Miss Rong, and you are the only one, hehe." ”

"Uh...... I said, Master Ban, is your old man called 'disrespectful for the old'? Yan Hong was stunned by Master Ban's question, and then teased.

"Hey...... My old man eats more salt than you eat, and I won't be able to see what you're thinking. Raising his snow-white eyebrows, Master Ban seemed to be extremely proud, and then turned his head to look at Yue'er, who was sorting out the medicinal materials, and said, "Go and see that girl, although she hasn't said anything all these years, I know that Yue'er feels uncomfortable." ”

"Yes...... I'm not a good brother. Hearing this, Master Ban smiled, "You can handle yours yourself, my old man can't help." ”

Although Yan Hong has never met Yue'er over the years, his attention to Yue'er has never been broken, so Yue'er's situation is clear for many years, and the only thing that is not clear may be the thoughts in Yue'er's heart, smiling self-deprecatingly, and was about to talk to Yue'er, but a white dove fluttered its wings and stopped on Yan Hong's shoulder, and after taking off the letter on the pigeon's leg and reading it carefully, Yan Hong's brows stretched slightly, and he muttered "Zixu......"

When she looked up again, Yue'er was gone, "Hey...... Let's wait for the time to talk to Yue'er. ”

Time flies quickly, and it has been half a month in the blink of an eye.

In Tianming's memory, since the fire, the most content of his life is to be displaced, no residence, no relatives, no friends, the first thing he wakes up every day is to figure out where he is, although the time in the medical village is very short, but here makes him feel more relaxed and happy than ever, although he has always been full of care, he does not think about how long such days can last.

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PS: The peaceful days are coming to an end, and the battle against quicksand is about to begin, can you have a ticket to give Jiutian a little motivation!