Happy?

Burning worries were asked, looking at the senior brother in the sky, free from suffering, naturally happy, but looking at the senior brother like this, the heart is very uncomfortable.

"Not happy."

The shoulders of burning worries collapsed again in an instant, and he was really not happy at all.

“……”

Su Nuo couldn't help but shake his head when he looked at the burning worries like this, he was really a little child, and he didn't know when he would be as mature as himself.

"However, I think talking to you makes me feel much better."

Burning Worry wiped his tears, looked at the peony flower, and suddenly made a decision.

Senior brother is usually so good to himself, if he says to him and asks him to give this peony flower to himself, he must be willing!

After thinking about it like this, his eyes lit up, wiped a handful of tears, and went out.

Seeing that the burning worries left, Su Nuo continued to close his eyes and recuperate, so that he could recover quickly.

Strange to say, she originally felt that she was afraid that she would have to cultivate for a long time before she could continue to transform into a human form.

But!!

Staying in this temple, listening to the Buddha's name, smelling sandalwood, the mood is always very natural and peaceful.

Su Nuo felt that he would soon be able to transform into a human form.

Thinking like this, soon, Su Nuo fell asleep.

Until, there were some noises in the room, and in the haze, Su Nuo looked at a few little novices and carried Xuan Lin in.

There was no good piece of clothes on Xuan Lone's body, and the clothes were whipped open, dripping with blood, and it was shocking to look at.

A group of small novices helped Xuan Lin use scissors to cut through the ragged clothes, and the gold sore medicine was sprinkled on it as if they didn't want money.

After waiting for it to be almost, he was covered with a thin quilt.

"I hope senior brother, soon, Amitabha."

The little monk holding the gold sore medicine had a heroic face, but his eyes were wet.

"Absolutely."

A few little monks glanced at each other and left.

Soon, in the room, there was a mysterious silence like a gossamer.

Su Nuo: ??

She turned the flowers, facing herself to the silence.

Seeing him lying on the bed, his eyes were closed, and even in a comatose state, his brows were still tightly wrinkled.

The smell of blood permeated the room.

Su Nuo looked at Xuan Lonely who was lying there, suddenly, a trace of distress flashed in his heart, inexplicably, he felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and he had a feeling that he couldn't breathe.

She swallowed her saliva and fluttered, and the clay pot fell to the ground, and in an instant she transformed from a peony flower into a human form.

Su Nuo was surprised for a while, lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and looked at his hands in disbelief.

He became human so quickly.

She looked at herself undressed, looked around, and finally on the couch, took one of his monk's robes and put it on herself.

Su Nuo walked barefoot on the ground, approaching the bed step by step, standing on the side, looking at Xuan Lian's face, which was already covered with beads of sweat, it was obvious that he was very uncomfortable now.

Su Nuo stretched out his white and tender little hand and gently touched his forehead, it was very hot, obviously he had a high fever.

She carefully lifted the thin quilt and looked at his bronzed upper body, which was muscular, very strong, and exuded a male hormone.

It makes your face blush and your heart beats, and your ears get hot.

However, the bloody wound on it made Su Nuo feel distressed.

She didn't understand why she was distressed, and why she felt uncomfortable when she saw it.

A heart seems to be clutched in the palm of a hand, completely choked, and there is no way to move.

There is no way to breathe, and there is a sense of belonging that wants to be close to him.

Su Nuo stood beside the bed, surrounded by a shallow layer of light and mist, and the sporadic light had already enveloped her in an instant.

Su Nuo opened her mouth slightly, and suddenly a glowing bead was caught in her teeth.

Su Nuo leaned down, her soft lips were slightly closer, and when her lips and teeth were close to each other, the bead also entered Xuan Nuo's mouth from Su Nuo's mouth.

The beads entered his mouth, quickly vanished, and finally disappeared between his lips and teeth.

After this magical bead was swallowed by him, his body was not so hot, and even the hideous wounds on his body looked better.

Su Nuo's body staggered, her face was pale, and her soft lips were also a little chapped.

She had just regained her human form, and it was naturally impossible for her to heal.

But that's fine, and it doesn't make people suspicious.

Su Nuo's body staggered, and he walked to the clay pot on the side, stepped on it, and was instantly beaten back to its original shape and turned into a peony flower.

Even if it becomes a peony flower, the leaves are not as smooth as jade before, on the contrary, they are a little dull, and even the fragrance is a little lighter.

Fortunately, as the moonlight outside the window sprinkled in and shone on the peony flowers, Su Nuo gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Xuan was silent in bed, woke up quietly, and as soon as his narrow eyes suddenly opened, he found that the wounds on his body were not painful.

Sitting up and taking a look, he found that the wounds were already healed.

Does this secret gold sore medicine really have such a miraculous effect?

Xuan Lone's frowning brows loosened, and suddenly, he felt that there was some strange fragrance on his body, and he sent his hands to his nose and sniffed lightly, it was the fragrance of peony flowers.

Peony flowers, not far from the bed, the room is not big, and the fragrance of peony flowers is soaked in their bodies, which is also natural.

Xuan Xiao slowly lowered his hand, turned his head to the side, and looked at the peony flower.

Just let go of his brows, and involuntarily frowned again.

The peony flowers seemed to be dying, the leaves were shriveled down, and the flowers were also depressed, as if they had been completely sucked out of water.

Xuan Lin looked, lifted the thin quilt, stood by the bed, looked at his undressed, and hurriedly pulled the monk's robe hanging on the side and put it on his body.

Stepping on shoes, holding peony flowers out to re-cultivate the soil and plant.

The soil was replaced, and the mountain spring water was watered, although the peony flowers were still dying, but the panic in Xuan Lone's heart was slightly reduced.

"Senior Brother Xuan Lone, how are you?"

Burning Worry originally came over worriedly, full of worry, after all, from the mouths of others, Senior Brother Xuan Lin didn't seem to be very good.

But!! Now that I look at it, it seems to be fine.

"Hmm."

Xuan Xiao responded lightly, bowed slightly, and just held the peony flower and was about to go in, but was stopped by the burning worry.

"Senior brother, I have a request!"