Ordinary time always passes quickly, just sitting on the hospital bed, calming down the mind that has not been able to settle for a long time, without any entertainment, without any viewing projects, just plainly put down everything in the bottom of the heart------ the sun has gradually sunk. With a deep sigh, Qing stood up, opened the window of the ward, and sat reflexively on the windowsill. Behind you is the third floor, sitting on the edge of it, letting the cold wind blow indoors.

Although the wind was cold, it also swept away the stuffiness that had been closed in the ward all day, and swept away the eternal smell of disinfectant water. The daylight in winter is always short, and the cold wind that is about to fall into the night blows on the body, like a sharp needle piercing the back, but Qing doesn't care much. Although I hope for a peaceful life, I am not willing to live my life and think about regaining my strength all the time, so I must do what ordinary people cannot do to motivate myself------

Although Qing knows some, according to the saying of this era, he has a tendency to be masochistic. Although this statement makes me feel helpless, this method of boiling the body, although it cannot strengthen the body, can force oneself to condense more magic power, and then improve the body more effectively from the level of magic power, and at the same time greatly sharpen one's toughness. However, everything has a limit to ability, and the more you exceed the bottom line each time, the excess will cause the opposite effect.

Just like when he practiced under his mentor, it wasn't until Qing's body was so cold that he was almost unconscious, and Qing moved his frozen fingers and struggled to close the window. This time, Qing once again pulled the limit higher, but he may not have disciplined himself well and pulled the limit too high, which caused his body to become stiff. But fortunately, it is only beyond the limit of his bearing, and he can return to normal after resting for a while, but Qing still only shakes his head, and the process and the time it takes are still slow----

Stiffened and sat back on the bed, the door of the ward was knocked gently, Qing looked at the door, who was on the other side, relying on the perception that had begun to recover, Qing already understood, "Come in." Qing said calmly. The door opened, and the nurse who had been taking care of Qing entered the room with a dinner plate, and until now, Qing has reached the point where she can be discharged from the hospital, and she still comes once or twice a day as usual.

"Hey, hey, hey~! I'm a bit busy today, so I'm not coming to see you until now. This is today's dinner, just served from the cafeteria, although I have never seen you go to the cafeteria, and I don't know if you have eaten, but I still brought it to you to be on the safe side. The nurse carefully put the rice plate on the small table next to Qing, Qing looked at the little nurse with a slightly red face, and nodded to her slightly, "Thank you." ”

Pick up the chopsticks,Qing ate silently,Although the body that has begun to recover its magic power can already be canceled for Qing,This is the special feature of Qing's body structure,Fantasy species like a human form,That's why this little girl has never seen Qing walk into the cafeteria.,But this is more or less some of the other party's intentions.,If there's no enough reason to force yourself to refuse.,To be honest, Qing is not used to categorically refusing other people's requests.,And the people who are already familiar with Qing don't know how to refuse.。

Soon Qing ate the meal, put down the rice bowl softly, and according to the local etiquette, Qing bowed slightly to the little girl, "Thank you for your hospitality----- At the hour of dinner, the hour hand was already pointing to six o'clock, and it was already completely dark. Qing's room was very dim, only the fully lit light in the corridor entered the room through the crack in the door, but the little nurse did not turn on the light, because Changqing was like this in the past, and never had the habit of turning on the light, only relying on the lamp and moonlight in the corridor. It's not exactly what kind of lesion Qing is at all, only that the light of the Holy Sword has left a deep mark in his heart, and until now Qing has resisted the unnatural light.

"Hmm~ It's dark every time, and I don't understand why you don't like to turn on the lights, but I'm satisfied to be able to watch you eat well!" Saying that, the little girl got up and began to clean up Qing's rice dishes and chopsticks, and carefully walked to the door in the faint light, "The doctor still has a job assigned to me, so I can't talk to you here today---- but tomorrow I will still come to see you as usual!" I can guarantee it! Hey, hey, hey~"

Qing nodded to her silently, and the little girl left the ward with a smile on her face, and everything was quiet again. In the quiet ward, there was only the friction of the clock gears, and Qing sat silently by the bed in front of the window. Having said that, Qing understands that he is indeed giving others an illusion, as if he is suffering from mental illness, he doesn't like to move around, and he doesn't like to be in contact with too many people for a long time, but Qing understands that he just wants to purify and cultivate his body. If it weren't for this, the little nurse wouldn't have taken the time to run over, although Qing could see that there were other feelings mixed in, but the reality was destined for Qing and her to be people from two worlds, so Qing didn't pick out the words with a horizontal heart------

The snow had stopped, and the moon's rays entered the house through the thin clouds. Qing took one last look at the ruins in the distance, which were hidden by white snow, and quietly closed his eyes and crossed his legs and began to transform his life force to generate magic. Since the structure of the body is not a conceptual form of human beings, it includes the inherent magic circuits, blood vessels, muscles, bones, and nerves can all supply magic power like magic circuits, so the magic power that Qing can generate is not at all comparable to second-rate or even slightly worse magicians, but the weakness of the body also limits the magic power that Qing can transform.

When Qing opened his eyes again, the magic power that could be generated had reached the limit, and his body was much weaker in disguise. As for absorbing magic from the outside world, Qing's demonic power is not enough to awaken the origin, so it can only be put aside. Turning to look at the clock behind him, the hands were already pointing to eleven twenty in the night, and the whole hospital had fallen silent. I got up and walked to the window, looking at the moon in the sky, and the fatigue that had not yet appeared caused Qing to have no idea of sleeping.

Holding on to the window with one hand and looking at the dim patch, the fluctuation of faint magic power crossed Qing's perception in an instant, like a mosquito in an instant. If it was normal, Qing might not care, and the underground spirit veins would fluctuate like an undercurrent from time to time, but this encounter made Qing realize that what he saw was still an ordinary world, but under the shadow, there was still a remnant of the unending battle.