Everyone came to the big tent in the middle, and the guards opened the curtain of the tent, and the strong smell of Chinese medicine wafted out from it.

"Dharma Protector, will you drink saliva?" Someone inside is trying to persuade you.

Luo Xiaoye walked in and saw a person lying on the couch, even if he was sick, it was extremely demonic.

How so? Just talking about the feeling, it gives people a feeling of being like flowing water and like an immortal like Shuyun.

According to her previous experience, this lying man has more fairy wind bones than a fairy, no wonder Zhou Le'an will never forget him, just lying so casually, it is like a picture of a beautiful man sleeping and sleeping.

"Song, Song Yu, it's really you!"

Zhou Le'an walked over slowly, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, the lover who had been separated for several years was now lying in front of him.

But he looked so uncomfortable.

Zhou Le'an tugged at his clothes, hoping that the poisoned person was not Song Yu, but himself?

Hearing the voice, Song Yu's closed eyes slowly opened, and when he saw Zhou Le'an's face, he shook slightly.

"Young master." His voice was soft, slow, breathing.

"You say." Mu Yuanshan gave Zhou Le'an a gesture not to disturb Song Yu.

Zhou Le'an was also obedient, stood obediently, and didn't say anything.

After Song Yu changed the word "young master", he was silent for a while before he slowly spoke again:

"Young master, I see, have you seen Zhou Le'an? It's not ...... Not my hallucinations, right? ”

Listening to his tone, it seemed that every word he said was very laborious.

Mu Yuanshan glanced up at Zhou Le'an and asked softly, "If this is not an illusion, what will happen to you?" ”

"Not a hallucination?"

Song Yu's eyelids moved, as if there was a trace of excitement, but soon, this excitement was covered by sadness:

"If it's not a hallucination, then when I'm well, I must take his head and avenge my parents!"

The voice is not loud, but the words are heart-wrenching.

No one spoke, just silently looked at the person on the bed.

After speaking, Song Yu closed his eyes again and shook his head slightly: "But, I can't do it, young master." ”

"Why?" Mu Yuanshan asked again.

"Why?"

Song Yu gently repeated Mu Yuanshan's question:

"Why? I don't know myself. That person was obviously the one who hurt me, but I couldn't do it. ”

Song Yu coughed violently, thinking that he was just the two times, but he couldn't stop coughing, and even his body kept shaking because of the cough.

The corners of his forehead were covered with cold sweat, and he saw that Zhou Le'an was about to die.

Why? Why did Song Yu suffer this sin? Why not let him suffer this sin for him? If he could, he really wished it was the person who suffered.

Mu Yuanshan helped him sit up, let him lean on his shoulder, stroked his chest for him with one hand, and held the water cup handed by his subordinates with the other hand:

"Take a sip. Zhao Gongzi said, if you cough like this again, your throat will be wasted! ”

Song Yu frowned, resisting the desire to cough again.

Luo Xiaoye saw that his eyes were full of bloodshots, and even the whites of his eyes were slightly blue, as if he had not slept for many days.

He looked at the tea cup handed over by Mu Yuanshan, and finally nodded reluctantly.

His lips were visibly chapped, and he swallowed a mouthful of water to moisten them slightly.

Zhou Le'an watched from the sidelines, even more frightened.

After drinking the water, Song Yu's condition seemed to be better, Mu Yuanshan helped him lie down again, took a hand towel to dry his cold sweat, and then tucked the horns tightly.