Tianshui came to the uninvited guest.

The water Jiao swirled in the waterfall, its huge head leaned against the shore, and Junchen stepped on it with strength on the top of its head and landed steadily.

When he returned from giving a lecture to the wizards, he saw that there was one more person living there, and his eyes swept over his gauze legs, with an indifferent expression, "If such a small injury needs to be treated by me, then the witch doctors in Langya City should pack up their beds and get out!" ”

He thought that she had always been the same as she was during the sacrifice that day, cold, noble, silent, and inviolable, and suddenly learned her poisonous tongue kung fu, which made Jun Chen stunned.

"If you are injured, you will naturally have to heal it." He said.

Her brow furrowed deeply, as if she thought he was frivolous.

"Won't you give me a hand?" Jun Chen stretched out a hand at her, face or something, someone had long forgotten about it.

What kind of face do you want to chase your wife, and those who want face are beaten up as singles!

Forget Xi has never met such a difficult person, and said coldly, "Don't you still have a leg?" ”

He lowered his eyes and glanced at his somewhat bloated right leg wrapped in gauze, and resigned himself to jumping over with the other leg, each time he seemed to be quite struggling, and when he was about to reach Forget Xi, he suddenly fell down with an unstable center of gravity, and Forget Xi made a human flesh pad.

"Get up!" Wrapped in an unfamiliar aura, like a prey locked by a jackal, there was nowhere to escape, and a flash of panic flashed in her eyes.

When he fell, Jun Chen used his hands to support most of the weight of his body, otherwise he would have crushed his people a long time ago.

"Sorry, I didn't hold on." He laughed against his heart.

Forget Xi's expression became even colder, and he shouted, "Get up!

He said, "My leg hurts! ”

She pushed hard, and found that this person looked thin, but his body sank like a stone slab, and said in a deep voice, "It's always okay to turn over, right?" ”

He replied, "Yes." ”

If it weren't for the fact that he still had a wound on his leg, he really wanted to kick him and said, "Then you turn over and let me get up." ”

He looked a little unwilling, but reason finally prevailed, and his body forgot to the side.

Forget Xi jumped up almost instantly, looking at the person lying on the ground, and walking out without looking back, Junchen was a little confused, "Hey, you just threw me here?" ”

He lay down for a long time and didn't wait for her to come back, so he had to get up and drag a broken leg to find her.

Walking through a rockery stone gate, he saw a person who was fiddling with flower pots, he leaned against the stone door, and said a little coolly, "You are really ruthless." ”

Forget Xi planted a pot of eighteen bachelors before raising his head, "Didn't you get up by yourself?" ”

Then he lowered his head and continued to make flowers, he leaned on the edge of the stone door, quietly looked at her, his eyes were drawn in a circle, all of them were passing years.

After he finished planting the last pot of flowers and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, he remembered what he had forgotten, and looked up to look over there, only to find that he seemed to be asleep against the stone wall.

There is a cluster of grapevines entwined around the stone gate, and when you look under the porch, you can just see the green leaves and the Fuso with a large tree behind the stone gate.

The slanting light of the setting sun shone over, the light and shadow were staggered, the man lowered his head, his already handsome side face was finely outlined by the soft orange light, the broken hair that fell on his forehead covered the cold and bewitching phoenix eyes, the long hair hung down against his face, and his thin and good-looking lips were always slightly pursed, as if he was troubled.

He always liked to wear a black dress, with delicate cirrus clouds sparkling on the placket and cuffs, and inky hair cascading down his shoulders.

Forget Xi could see it, and when she realized it, she had only held a strand of his black hair wrapped around her fingertips, green and white fingertips, and the entangled black hair seemed to be a shackle that could never be broken.

Suddenly raised his head, he might as well bump into a pair of gentle, smiling phoenix eyes.

She seemed to be burned by his eyes, and shook off the hair that was wrapped around her fingertips and wanted to retreat, but she asked someone to catch her wrist first, just like before, she couldn't break free.

He said, "There is a custom in the state of Chu that only husbands and wives can pull each other's hair, in other words, the body is skinned, and the parents who receive it are not allowed to be touched by others except husband and wife." ”

His tone was always so frivolous, forgetting that he was really angry this time, a knot mark was made in his hand, breaking free from his confinement, and he was about to make a knot mark to make him suffer a little, but he found that the man's head was leaning softly against the stone wall.

She thought that he was going to repeat the old trick again, so she left angrily and walked away for a long time, but she didn't hear a little movement behind her, she stopped and turned back in a negative mood.

"Hey, don't play dead!"

There was no movement, and he lay quietly in place.

Forget Xi gently kicked his uninjured foot, "If you continue like this, I'll let people throw you out of Junshan!" ”

Still no movement.

Forgetting to frown and frowning to kill a mosquito, he squatted down and patted his excessively pale face, "Hey, wake up!" ”

When his hand touched his cheek, he realized that something was wrong, why was it so cold?

Her face changed slightly, and when she touched his forehead, it was also cold, and there were even fine beads of sweat.

Forgetfulness looked at his bloodless lips, and his heart skipped a beat.

His eyes fell on his injured leg, and he found that the bandaged gauze had long been soaked with blood.

A palm wind cut through the layers of bandaged gauze, and when he saw his bloody wound, his heart was a little wooden, is this guy stupid?

Seeing him bandaged with gauze, she thought that his wound had been treated, but now it seems that he did not treat it at all, but just wrapped the wound with gauze.

If this leg is not healed, it is estimated that it will really be useless, and it is difficult for him to look like a person who was okay before.

Forget Xi stared at the defenseless person who fainted with heavy eyes, "Since you can't ask for it, why bother?" ”

When Junchen woke up, he saw a small bamboo house, with a table and two chairs, the opposite wall was used as a bookcase, and the brick-thick ancient books were densely packed into a small space. He was lying on the bamboo couch, with a thin quilt on his body, and the medicine stove next to him was still gurgling and frying medicine, the smell of medicine was a little bitter in the air, but there was some medicinal fragrance.

Didn't see the person he wanted to see, Junchen lifted the thin quilt and wanted to stay, but found that he couldn't move one leg at all, he frowned, his eyes moved down, and then he found that one leg had been re-bandaged and put on a splint.

For some reason, the lips hooked high.

The window of the bamboo house was open, and he looked out through the half-open window, and saw a number of oval dustpans in the courtyard, which were covered with herbs that he could not name.

It seemed to rain last night, because the stone slabs in the yard were still a little wet, and the green leaves in the distance were verdant, and the red flowers that had been washed in water were even more delicate.

The weather is so good, Junchen thought, he was in a good mood today.

After a while, the man he hoped to see came into the house, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, and I don't know if he deliberately ignored him, wrapped the handle of the medicine stove with a handkerchief dipped in water, and poured out half a bowl of brown medicinal juice, until it was handed to him, and he did not say a word to him.

Junchen said, "I'm afraid of getting hot." ”

She put the medicine bowl on the low table next to her, and went out again.

Jun Chen was lying on the bamboo couch with his arms folded, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little bad, "You're hiding from me." ”

At noon, she brought another bowl of porridge, and as before, without saying a word to him, she put the bowl on the low table and was about to go out.

Junchen said, "What are you afraid of?" ”

She still ignored him.

He didn't give up and said, "I'm afraid that if you look at me more, you will like me?" ”

The person who had already walked to the door turned around, there were no outsiders present, her clothes were always extremely simple, but that kind of simple and pure white was also worn by her with the taste of the Dao Bone Fairy Wind.

Her eyes are always soul-stirring, although there is no joy or sorrow in those eyes at the moment, as if there is no difference between him in sight and the grass and trees in the mountains. "I've already taken care of your injuries, so you'll go down the mountain by yourself in two days."

The corners of Jun Chen's lips, which were originally raised, turned into a straight line almost instantly, and there was no one at the door, but he kept staring at it.

Sometimes, he himself can't tell the difference, he knows that this is Jun Xi's previous life, Gu Yue Shengzun forgets, but he always treats her as Jun Xi uncontrollably.

If one day, he and Jun Xi really become strangers like this, what should he do? What will happen to him?

He...... He doesn't know.

He hadn't closed his eyes since Junxi's accident, because as long as his eyes were closed, he would fall into a terrible nightmare. Despair flooded his mouth and nose like a tide, and what awaited him was death-like suffocation.

She was here last night, and only by Junxi's side did he rarely have nightmares.

"Heh, if you like it, grab it, nothing in the world belongs to you in the first place."

A gloomy voice sounded in his ears.

Jun Chen became vigilant almost instantly, "Who?" ”

A black mist slowly formed.

No matter how thick the black, no matter how familiar the face, the man was dressed in a black robe, neckline, cuffs, and waist seal, but he used extreme red, and the hem of the shirt was embroidered with delicate cloud dragon patterns. There was no crown on his head, and his black hair seemed to merge with the black aura around him. The corners of his thin and good-looking lips were hooked with a mocking smile, and his originally handsome facial features were terrifying.

"Are you...... Chu Ziyi? Jun Chen recognized his identity from his black and red dragon robe.

Chu Ziyi hooked himself up with a wisp of green silk wrapped around his fingertips, "Whether it's Chu Ziyi or Junchen, aren't we all one person from beginning to end?" He raised his head, as if after thousands of years, and looked at the place where he had been, "This place still hasn't changed at all......

Suddenly laughed again, "This is what it was back then, how can it change?" ”

Jun Chen's palm had already condensed a palm wind, "If you were me, why would you appear in such a form?" ”

The black gas surged suddenly, and Chu Ziyi returned to a cloud of black qi approaching Jun Chen's door, "This is a matter between me and her, naturally it is up to me to reproduce everything back then!" ”

Jun Chen only felt an irresistible thrust, and then his body became very light.

The body was no longer controlled by itself.

He saw himself lying on the bamboo couch, smiling so wildly, and the scarlet eyes were a glimmer of hope that he suddenly saw after Hell burned despair, "Forget Xi, I can finally see you again......"