"When Hitomi was killed, I was awakened for a moment by the sound of wild laughter. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Xu Feilong hurriedly explained, but this explanation doesn't make sense at all!

Leng Mei Shura was just about to ask, but the door was pushed open, and the big man stepped into the room and asked, "Miss Leng, is he awake?" ”

"When he woke up, he was thirsty, and I fed him a sip of herbal tea." Leng Mei Shura said coldly, his expression was not very friendly.

Dahan didn't mind, he reached out and tested the temperature of Xu Feilong's forehead, and said, "It's still hot, but it doesn't seem to be able to die!" ”

"You can go and tell the owner."

"No! The owner was waiting for someone from outside to rush in and die. You can feed him two more bowls of herbal tea, maybe the herbal tea really works! ”

The big man said as he exited the room, stretched out his hand to cover the door, and said, "If there is any problem, just say hello." ”

There was still a thin crack in the door, and Leng Mei Shura had forgotten to ask Xu Feilong at this time, and helped him support his upper body and asked softly: "Do you want herbal tea, I'll pour another bowl for you." ”

"I want to drink porridge." Xu Feilong said, struggling to sit up.

Leng Mei Shura instinctively helped him up, let him sit on the head of the bed, and then took out the porridge in the corner, filled a bowl and sat beside him, and fed him spoonful by spoonful very patiently.

This big girl, who is known for her cold arrogance, seems to have suddenly changed into a gentle and considerate housewife, and her cold and arrogant look has long since ceased to exist.

Xu Feilong was indeed extremely hungry, eating four large bowls and eating more than half of a pot of porridge.

After drinking the last spoonful, he smiled and looked at Leng Mei Shura and said, "Leng girl, thank you, you really look like a gentle and considerate wife now. ”

Leng Mei Shura seemed to have been knocked on a dull stick, and said with a straight face: "You look like this, and you are still in the mood to mock others?" ”

Xu Feilong didn't reply, but laughed more and more happily.

"You can still laugh? I really don't know how to write dead words! ”

"Why can't I laugh?"

"You didn't know you were dying?"

"Even if you're dying, you can laugh! Do you want to cry and die? ”

Leng Mei Shura put back the bowl and spoon, and sighed faintly: "You can see it, and treat life and death as if you were idle, you are still indifferent to death in the face of death, I am a little envious of you." Are you really not afraid of death, though? ”

"Whether people are afraid of death or not is actually determined by concept and environment." Xu Feilong really didn't know how to explain, so he had to say indiscriminately: "There are not many people in the world who really regard death as home, and it is human nature to cherish life." However, generally speaking, our fear of death is not as strong as that of ordinary people, because there will be more deaths in contact, and they all say that practicing martial arts to strengthen the body is actually Tama's bullshit, and practicing martial arts is not self-protection or to hurt others, so over time, the view of death will inevitably be a little extreme. Either you're scared of death, or you're not so scared. ”

"I'm just asking if you're really not afraid of death?" The cold charm Shura obviously has the unique persistence of a woman, and she grasps the theme and asks endless questions.

"What about you? Are you afraid? ”

"I ...... I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid! ”

"On the contrary, you are not afraid of death, you are very brave."

"Are you sarcastic about me?"

"Yes or no, I can give you an example to prove that you are not afraid of death."

"Nonsense. Am I afraid, I still don't understand? ”

"Then let me ask you, when you fight Kou Qunfang, are you 100% sure that you will kill him?"

"This ...... This is impossible, his martial arts are much higher than mine, he is the second master under King Ning, and his martial arts are not trivial? ”

"So, you must be the one who loses the fight?"

"This ......, it should be, right?"

"But you rushed to fight him like that, don't you know that if you lose, you are in danger of being killed?"

"It was different, it was ...... at the time"

"It's different, but the result is the same, when the two sides fight, you don't think about the horror of death, and the sword seems to be a very common thing. Therefore, whether you are afraid of death or not depends only on the concept and environment to decide. If Kou Qunfang catches you, hangs you up, and only gives you a glass of water and a mouthful of food every day, and then drags you out for ten days and half a month before you die, at that time, you will really feel the horror of death, not bad! ”

"Hmm! There seems to be some truth in your words. Leng Mei Shura finally didn't refute his opinion, and a rare brilliance appeared in his eyes.

"Do you think I'm sarcastic about you?"

"I guess I know what you mean."

"Being able to understand is not necessarily a good thing." Xu Feilong's tone at this time was stained with some cynicism. Because he didn't understand what he said, he just thought that this woman really liked him, otherwise why was he so easy to deceive?

Leng Mei Shura looked uncertain, his gaze unconsciously turned around, and finally returned to Xu Feilong, and when he came into contact with his gaze, his eyes suddenly changed, as if he had discovered something, and said, "Your spirit seems to be very good?" The fever has subsided, hasn't it? So saying, he reached out and probed his forehead.

Suddenly, there was a clear sound of footsteps outside, and the door was pushed open.

Leng Mei Shura quickly withdrew his hand and coldly stepped aside.

The person who entered the room was Ji Hui, followed by her maid.

"What's wrong? Can he speak? Ji Hui asked Leng Mei Shura.

"I just woke up and drank some herbal tea and porridge." Leng Mei Shura replied listlessly.

Ji Hui stood in front of the bed, looking down at Xu Feilong, whose expression had become aggrieved again, with an extremely complicated look.

Xu Feilong slowly opened his distracted eyes, and a wry smile suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes.

"Looks like he's past the most dangerous of times." Ji Hui's words were for Leng Mei Shura.

"Probably not going to die." Leng Mei Shura said lazily.

Ji Hui stretched out two fingers to probe Xu Feilong's forehead, withdrew his hand and said, "The high fever doesn't seem to have subsided, he must take these three taels."

Genius line. ”

Xu Feilong's lips twitched, and after a while, he said weakly: "I can't die, you can rest assured, what can you do in three or two days?" ”

"Someone who can heal you may come."

"Heal me and kill me again?"

"Not necessarily. Let me ask you, why are you teasing me in Wuhu as a powerless scholar? Ji Hui asked loudly as she pointed at him angrily.

"I ...... I ......" Xu Feilong wanted to speak and stopped, and began to inhale violently, suddenly, his eyes rolled, as if he was about to swallow!

Leng Mei Shura was taken aback, hurriedly came over to help him calm down, and said anxiously: "He's going to faint again, Miss Ji, if you want to ask, you have to wait for him to get rid of his fever, right?" ”

The maid next to him suddenly said, "Miss, I'm afraid he pretended on purpose, isn't he already able to eat and drink?" Can you eat and drink, will you faint at this time? Don't believe him. ”