"Ah Yan, let's find a place to live in seclusion, shall we stop worrying about the world. ”

Wangshu said while gently medicating Cen Duxiao.

His movements were gentle, like a gentle breeze, for fear of hurting her.

She bit her lower lip and stared at him, and after a few days, he seemed to have lost a little weight.

She looked at him, but he didn't meet her gaze, only his eyes hanging and his gaze on his own hands and her wounds.

She deliberately endured the power of the demon god and did not heal herself, it hurt very much when her heart was punctured, but she was a little happy, indicating that Fusang still cared about her, and his expression of pity when he saw her injured could not deceive people.

Fuso, a rotten good person, actually had a cold war with her for a few days because she killed a few inconsequential people!

I'm!

She had always had doubts about Fusang being the reincarnation of Houtu, but now there is nothing to doubt.

This man really has the disease of the Holy Father no matter how many lives he lives again!

Cen Duxiao became more and more annoyed when she thought about it, she slapped away his hand that medicated herself, grabbed her clothes and draped them over her shoulders, she turned her back to him, and pouted: "Don't you want to ignore me?

As soon as she moved, she tore the wound on her chest, and the warm and viscous blood poured out like a wave, and it hurt everywhere on her body, it hurt so much that she was almost prostrated in a cold sweat, and her head was dizzy.

"Ah...... "This is so sour......

Rao is body's healing ability is much stronger than before, and she can't help the sharp pain.

So many times, how did Fuso endure this heartache?

Wangshu hurriedly teleported in front of her, looking at the blood hole in her chest with blood gushing out, he frowned slightly, and the tails of his eyes were red, as if a layer of bright tears had sprung up, as if his heart had been stabbed by a knife again.

He said softly: "Let me give you the medicine, don't be angry, it's all my fault, I apologize." ”

Cen Duxiao's anger has not disappeared, how can the qi that has been accumulated for several days be so easy to dissipate.

The time they spent together in the real sense was too short, and it was too late to cherish it, and they actually engaged in a cold war!

This time, it really made Cen Duxiao angry.

But seeing that this guy has a good attitude in admitting his mistakes, she will make the little character forgive him again.

She endured the pain, clutched the placket of her clothes to prevent him from taking the medicine, and let the blood penetrate her clothes, she glanced at him and snorted: "What are you wrong? How can you be wrong as a god?"

"What kind of god am I? ”

Wangshu held her wrist with one hand, and with the other hand, he removed her shirt with ease, and continued to apply medicine to her, looking at her without a single inch, he didn't blush at all.

Cen Duxiao held back a smile, the little milk dog's personality has improved a lot by her!

The worry on Wangshu's face was full of worry: "I'm just afraid that you will set yourself on fire." ”

Maybe it's because you're overthinking and can't blush?

"It's unfounded. Cen Duxiao evoked a wild and uninhibited laugh, "If you set yourself on fire, he has to have the ability to burn me." ”

"But he ......"

Wangshu wanted to speak and stopped, he thought quietly alone for a few days, and he didn't come up with a reason, he still didn't know whether to say it or not, if she said that the way of heaven she hated was the Fusang she loved, would she be crazy again?

She might have doubts about life.

So, let her go on as carefree as she is now, and let him be by her side.

He loved her, even if his heart stopped beating, and out of his own selfishness, he didn't dare to tell the truth.

Last time, it was he who was negligent and was plotted, and he will definitely be able to stop her from killing again in time in the future.

Didn't Tiandao embarrass her? It's just that the thunder is loud and the rain is small.

Maybe Fusang, who has become a heavenly dao, still has inseparable feelings for her?

Cen Duxiao said with certainty: "You have something to hide from me. ”

I have to say, her instincts are accurate.

She wasn't asking about Shu, but she was pretty sure he had something on his mind.

Her dark red eyes looked straight at Wangshu, and he felt uncomfortable, as if he had done something wrong.

"I ......"

Wangshu took a breath and repeatedly told himself that there was nothing wrong with a white lie, but he always felt sorry for her in his heart.

The strength of his hand was well controlled, and her wound was cold, and the pain was much less.

Cen Duxiao picked up a strand of his long hair, braided it in his hand and played with it, and said with a smile: "Do you have other kittens outside?"

Wangshu was confused: "What?"

Cen Duxiao learned the cat "meow" in a matter-of-fact manner: "The first time we met was because of a cat, right?"

Wangshu's heart trembled, like moisturizing things silently, a brilliant spark bloomed in his heart, he looked at her in surprise and surprise, and then he was at a loss for what to do, and his eyes flashed to the side.

Cen Duxiao asked again: "Don't you remember? You should remember Wangshu's personality, right?"

Of course, Wangshu remembered that when Yi Han delivered the Wangshu sword to Cen Duxiao, there happened to be a cat passing by outside the door, and she went to catch the sword with her bare hands to save the cat, and Wangshu also recognized her as the owner at that time.

What did she mean by asking now? She always knew he was Wangshu?

Cen Duxiao shook off his hair and muttered, "I don't remember, I don't understand the amorous feelings." ”

Wangshu's eyes flashed with a blazing light: "Remember, of course remember, I am ...... So happy...... "I'm glad she has his place in her heart, she doesn't exactly think of him as Fuso."

Cen Duxiao didn't seem to understand what he was happy about, what was there to be happy about? It was just a joke that belonged to her time and space, she said casually, he couldn't understand, but how could this man be so easily satisfied.

After only a moment of joy, Wangshu fell into deep thought.

"If one day you find out that I have lied to you, will you hate me?" his voice was as light as a goose feather, and his tone was full of sadness.

Cen Duxiao shook her head: "Even if you kill me, I won't hate you." ”

She didn't want to think about it, as long as Fusang was by her side, anything would be fine. She smiled at him, sweeping away her previous unhappiness, "My life is yours." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the power of the demon god seemed to have insight into her death behavior of not caring for her body, and he hated iron for not being steel.

The black qi condensed into her wound on its own initiative, and the bloody hole in her chest healed quickly, and she herself was surprised.

She obviously didn't use the power of the demon god, she wanted to take this opportunity to sell herself miserably in front of Fusang, but she turned out to be as strong as Xiao Qiang, who couldn't be killed.

It's sad......

Fortunately, the two of them reconciled as before, and it was not in vain that she hurt for so long.

The black qi spared Wangshu's fingers and burrowed into her wounds.

Wangshu's medicinal hand paused, he probably forgot how much the power of the demon god likes to make decisions in order to keep the host safe.

Wangshu's heart hung up again: "You can't control the power of the demon god yourself, don't be tempted by them anymore, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

The wound on Cen Duxiao's chest healed in an instant, and there was no scar left.