"Creek!" Seeing An Xiruo fall forward, Huantong stepped over directly, reached out to catch An Xiruo, and dragged her into his arms.

After calling Xiaoxi a few times and not responding, Huantong put his left hand around An Xiruo's shoulder, and his right hand scooped up from her knee, picked up An Xiruo, and went directly into his room.

"Xiao Qi, quickly prepare hot water and bring it to my room."

Placed An Xiruo on the bed, covered her with a thin quilt, and lit the candle at the bedside. Then, Phantom Tong looked at her quietly, with mixed feelings in his heart.

After all, he still couldn't protect her, although he didn't know what was going on, but Phantom Tong could faintly feel that this matter would have something to do with him.

Meng Qi was never ambiguous in doing things, he boiled hot water without a stick of incense, brought it to Huantong, and thoughtfully prepared a clean hand towel.

Originally, Meng Qi wanted to stay and help Phantom Tong take care of An Xiruo, but Phantom Tong refused and let him go back to rest. An Xiruo was personally taken care of by Huantong, and wiped her face with a wet hand towel.

An Xiruo's face was a little pale, her brows were tightly wrinkled, and the cinnabar mole looked a little cramped in the furrow between her eyebrows. Phantom Tong reached out and stroked between the eyebrows of the creek, trying to flatten it and rescue the cinnabar mole. But I don't know what Xiaoxi dreamed of, and his brows just tightened tighter and tighter.

"Don't!" An Xiruo suddenly screamed and woke up from his dream.

Looking around, I found Phantom Tong sitting in front of the bed, the wet hand towel in his hand was ticking and dripping, his eyes locked on him, and his eyes were full of worry.

If An Xi was not moved by this scene, he was really taken aback, and subconsciously moved back.

Although he only moved slightly, this defensive posture fell into Phantom Tong's eyes, and some sad emotions were inexplicably born. Phantom Tong threw the handkerchief back into the basin, and suddenly felt ridiculous.

"I just saw you faint, so I carried you in, and I didn't mean anything else." Phantom Tong looked down at his hands, a little wrinkled by the blistering.

"Thank you." An Xiruo's voice was a little hoarse, and after speaking, she didn't bother to put on her shoes, picked up her shoes and forgot to run outside the house.

"Xiaoxi, don't be afraid, don't run if you slow down a little." Huantong was afraid that An Xiruo would faint again after waking up, so he chased out nervously, but before anyone could catch up, he suddenly felt dizzy.

Dizziness was accompanied by a headache, Phantom Tong leaned against the wall, gasping for breath, only to see a layer of fine sweat on Phantom Tong's forehead after a while.

Phantom Tong felt that his head was very swollen, and then his five senses gradually weakened, he couldn't see or hear, and he felt as if he was in another world. Immediately after that, a dazzling white light flickered in front of him, and the picture gradually appeared.

The content of the picture is strange, it is a place where Phantom Tong has never been, it is raining heavily in that place, and the adobe of the river embankment is somewhat loose. With a thunderclap, the river broke the embankment, and the huge waves swallowed the village, and for a time there was a lot of mourning.

Suddenly, there was another burst of white light, and Huantong's five senses gradually recovered, and in front of him was still the courtyard of Ding'anju, and beside him, An Xiruo didn't know when he stood over, and at this time he was calling his name one after another.

"Phantom Tong, Phantom Tong, what's wrong with you." The voice was a little anxious.

Phantom Tong took a few more breaths before slowly speaking, "Flood, I saw the flood." ”

"Floods? How can you see the flood? ”

Phantom Tong shook his head. The question An Xiruo asked was also a question that Huantong couldn't understand, he had never been to that place before, and why did he see it.

"Maybe I'm too tired and hallucinating." Phantom Tong rubbed his head, his voice a little tired.

"Go back and rest, what's the matter, let's talk about it tomorrow."

An Xiruo's heart was in a mess at this time, and Huantong was also baffled by this sudden hallucination, and both of them were a little tired, so they didn't "torture" each other anymore and went back to their respective rooms.

Lying on the bed, An Xiruo had no sleep all night. She kept thinking about the queen's words in her mind, she was a little afraid, afraid that Huantong was a friend of King Jin, afraid that Huantong was King Jin, and what she was most afraid of was that Huantong was involved in the tragedy of Anling's annihilation.

Suddenly, for a moment, An Xiruo felt lucky, fortunately, Phantom Tong didn't like him, it was just his wishful thinking, and he suddenly felt that it was a lucky thing to be rejected by Phantom Tong.

But every time she thinks of Huantong's nervous expression, An Xiruo tosses and turns, and fear will envelop her again, and the worry that Huantong is her enemy will come to her heart again.

An Xiruo lay down all night without closing his eyes, and Huantong fell asleep on the bed. Although it only appeared for a moment, it seemed to have spent all of Phantom Tong's energy, and after returning to the house, he no longer had the strength to fall asleep.

In the next few days, the relationship between Huantong and An Xiruo was still awkward, and when the two met, they would be embarrassed and tacit at the same time, don't look over, and quickly pass by each other.

Finally, Huantong decided not to escape anymore, plucked up the courage, and pulled An Xiruo on a sunny afternoon.

"The creek, in fact, ......"

"You don't have to care, I'm already forgetting, it won't affect my work." An Xiruo's face was relaxed, she broke off Phantom Tong's hand, and walked away without any nostalgia.

Looking at the back in the distance, Huantong felt a little regretful, he pushed people away, and now it is too late to go back to the past.

"Who else can blame, it's not that you have planted evil results." Phantom Tong sighed, a little listless.

An Xiruo turned a corner and disappeared into Phantom Tong's field of vision, and at this moment, she suddenly deflated and leaned against the wall, her face painful.

"If you are really my enemy, all I can do is not hurt your life, I'm sorry, I really can't fall in love with you."

Fate is sometimes so wonderful, when you finally let go of the mustard in your heart and want to face your sincerity, the other party is stuck in the quagmire. Encounter is fate, just a rub of shoulders can plant cause and effect, but missing is not a kind of fateful arrangement.

Although the two no longer hid when they met, they couldn't return to their original state after all.

An Xiruo got the queen's order and monitored Huantong's every move, because the queen suspected that Huantong was Teng Zijin, but An Xiruo had been silently praying that Huantong must not be the king of Jin.

Ding'anju was quiet for a while, and everyone resumed their daily training days, and Huantong also ended up with a few days of leisure.

Phantom Tong doesn't look for trouble, but things always come to the door.

It's another sunny morning, and the birds are singing on the empty branches, waiting for the cold winter to come. Winter has not yet arrived, and Ding'anju has ushered in distinguished guests again.

"Boss, outside, there's a little prince outside, and, and a princess." I saw Meng Qi running into the yard in a panic, his whole body was panting, and his sentences were intermittent.

"Princess!" Before Huantong could make a move, the others in Ding'anju exploded first, and you and I kept chatting, and Ding'anju instantly fell into chaos.