This city has no trees, no lakes, no flowers and plants...... It is full of dead silence, which makes people feel depressed and heavy as soon as they enter.

Such a strange city is the base of the Yan family-Bianliang.

Bianliang has existed since ancient times, and it still retains its ancient appearance, surrounded by a majestic city wall, with only one city gate.

Because of the harsh environment in Bianliang, few people will settle here.

But once settled, it is passed down from generation to generation.

In the depths of Bianliang, there is a huge building against the city wall.

Although it is not as delicate as the palace, it is full of free and easy pleasure, and perseverance is majestic in the yellow sand.

Here, it is the Yan family's house.

The forbidden place of the entire Bianliang City is forbidden for non-Yan family children to enter.

At this time, in a small courtyard in the inner courtyard of the Yan family, Gong Yu was illuminated by the scorching sun, his eyeballs rolled a few times under his eyelids, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly woke up from his coma.

The sight of the quaint carved wooden bed catches the eye.

The white sharman hangs down, blocking the harsh sunlight and adding a softer air to the earthy yellow walls.

Where is this?

This was the first question Miyaha had after waking up.

Immediately afterward, she felt herself snuggled against a strong chest, and a chill hit her, as if she was leaning on a cold, stiff corpse.

If it weren't for the regular heaving of this chest, and the familiar feeling, she would have been evacuated urgently.

"General Yan Ming?"

Gong Yu didn't rush to get up, but tentatively called out two sentences, wanting to make sure if Mu Nian had woken up.

But she waited a while and didn't get a response.

Haven't woken up yet?

How are his injuries?

The artifact sealed in his body has been settled down without the attraction of the Kunlun Mirror and the Demon Refining Pot?

With such doubts, Gong Yu sat up with his weak body.

Not only did she lean on Mu Nian's chest, but one of the palms of her hand was also clasped with Mu Nian's ten fingers.

The inseparable palm seems to have been maintained for thousands of years.

Gong Yu tried to break free, but Mu Nian still clung to it tightly even though she was unconscious, so she couldn't break free at all.

Since you can't break free, forget it.

Gong Yu let Mu Nian grasp it and turned his eyes to look.

A needle is inserted into her vein, and a drop of glucose is flowing down the tube into her body, providing her body with basic nutrients.

It's not just that she's hanging a little bit of it, Mu Nian is also like her, and even more fine.

At this time, Mu Nian was lying quietly on the bed, still wearing the clothes of that day, which were stained with blood and mud.

His shirt was slightly open, revealing the delicate collarbones and firm chest inside.

Even if he is in a coma, he still can't stop the charm of his endless male hormones, which makes women all over the world intoxicated.

Mu Nian's wounds have been treated, with instruments attached to his chest and an oxygen mask on his face, and he is breathing weakly, proving that he is still alive.

The pungent smell of disinfectant water made Gong Yu frown deeply, and turned his face to look around.

Full of earthy yellow, hot breath, scorching sun.

With just a simple analysis, Gong Yu was able to guess that they must be in the Bianliang Yan family at this time.

In the entire Yan Country, only the Bianliang Yan family would maintain such an ancient decoration in the desert.

Just as Gong Yu was thinking, the door opened.