“…… His Royal Highness the Hades King is still worried about his life, but because of the digging of the Yuan Baby, the relationship between Yuan Dan and the abolition of cultivation, he is still weak and must be recuperated. ”

"And now His Highness has a special physique, huh...... It's best not to do that thing again recently, if Emperor Yin can't help it, he can find someone else...... But His Highness Hades...... If it is stimulated again in the future, I am afraid that it will not be able to heal. The medical saint Yao Han knelt on the ground respectfully, his head could not be lowered, and he tried not to look at Emperor Yin Yingpu who was sitting in the chair.

Ying Pu was wearing a Xuanyi at this time, with a handful of hair tied back at will, one hand supporting his chin, and the other hand playing with his brother's natal weapon to punish the gods and ghosts, and asked slowly: "Do you mean that if the deity continues to toss, my brother will die?" ”

"Exactly."

Ying Pu stretched out his hand to make a cup of spiritual tea, shook it a few times slowly, and said: "I remember that although my brother's body was not very good by me before, it has not yet reached this point, and besides, haven't you also seen my brother before?" The deity remembers that what you said at the beginning was that it was okay, just recuperate a few times! ”

Suddenly, Ying Pu's eyes changed, and he had a killing intent: "Now! You tell my brother something's wrong again! Medicine Cold! Are you playing with the deity? ”

"This ......" Yao Han opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

Ying Pu: "Heh! Then he said, "Just say it, the deity listens." ”

"For some reason, His Highness Hades' soul is suddenly in turmoil!" Yao Han frowned at this time.

"Soul turmoil?" Ying Pu raised her eyes and stared straight at the man lying on the bed.

"Well, yes."

"Got it." Ying Pu smiled thoughtfully and said, "You go down first." ”

"Yes." Although Yao Han responded like this in his mouth, the whole person did not move, and his eyes stared at Ying Pu as if he was out of bounds.

"What's wrong?" Ying Pu didn't like people staring at him, but the smile he maintained on the surface became even brighter, but he looked at Yao Han's line of sight......

Only then did Ying Pu realize that when he heard that his brother's soul was in turmoil, he unconsciously crushed the teacup, and the squeeze was too tight, and the fragments had sunk deep into the flesh, making the flesh and blood of the entire palm of his hand blurred.

Although, this is just a flesh wound, but after all, Ying Pu is also a human being, just a living person, where will it not hurt.

But Ying Pu didn't know it. Is it because all the thoughts are already on the unconscious person in bed, or is it because ...... The pain in my heart is far greater than this??

Ying Pu disdained a light "tsk", and also felt that he was too out of shape today, but the other uninjured manual used spiritual power to simply restore the original.

Yao Han saw that Ying Pu's expression was often cloudy and uncertain, and he couldn't help but be startled in his heart, and he didn't wait for Ying Pu's instructions, he had already hurriedly ran out.

However, Ying Pu didn't care, just sat on the chair, a slight smile was hooked between the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of a cold air that seemed to be a smile rather than a smile, like a deep icefall, but it seemed to hide an unknowable deep affection and uneasiness, no one could understand.

Ying Pu stared at the man on the bed, as if he had made up some kind of determination in his heart, and his expression was fleeting, and he returned to his previous careless tone.

He left the chair and stepped over to the bed.

On the bed, the white cotton brocade quilt lay quietly a man as pale as paper, as if he would disappear in the next moment, his long black hair covered the whole bed, his brows were gentle and comfortable for a while, and he was frowning for a while, even in his sleep, he was undulating.

Ying Pu sat on the edge of the bed, looking at this person, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he couldn't help but reach out and press his eyebrows, gently smoothing the folds that turned from calm to restless.

Ying Pu called softly: "Brother...... What are you dreaming again? It's him? Or me? ”