ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

For seven days in a row, Xinglian barely stepped out of the room.

Jing Yuan would come every day, except for the time when she broke the purple clay pot and he never came back after leaving, he almost ran seven or eight times a day.

At first, Xinglian still drove him, but over time, he went with him, anyway, after driving him away, he came again after a while.

In the first two days, Jing Yuan also tried to talk to Xinglian, but he was viciously spoken to him back, either telling him to get out of the way, or making sarcastic remarks, and the dignified beast was never angry, but in the end it became more and more silent, and sometimes when he came, he would sit at the table by himself, or peel an apple, or pour her a cup of tea. I didn't dare to say anything more, I just quietly put it by her side.

Of course, Xinglian had never eaten the fruits he had peeled or drunk the water he poured, and after a day, the tea was cold and the fruits were not fresh, so he consciously took them away.

On this day, Xinglian was still cultivating cross-legged, his injuries healed quickly, and the Xuan Ling power in his body also recovered very quickly, and when he opened his eyes after a round of operation, he was not surprised to see Jing Yuan sitting on the side.

Jing Yuan pursed his lips, as if he had something to say, but he didn't know how to speak, Xing Lian ignored it, got out of bed by himself, and walked towards the door.

It's been seven days, and she hasn't seen Shuang Chi since that day of coma, and she doesn't know how he's doing.

As soon as she walked to the door, the door was opened from the outside, and when she looked up, she saw that it was the twin blaze she was going out to find.

Shuangchi's eyes lit up when he saw her, obviously because he hadn't seen her for a long time, and he was a little worried about her.

"Little Xing'er." He raised his hand and stroked her hair, "How's your injury?" ”

Xing Lian raised his eyebrows, patted the restless hand on his head, and glanced at him, "Although I don't know how you managed to stitch up such a big hole in my chest, but, okay, ** is not far from ten." ”

"Really?" The person at the door smiled slightly, but his expression was not very happy, "I hope you don't get better so quickly." ”

Originally, he couldn't meet with Xinglian, but this time Jing Yuan made an exception and asked him to come over, just for one thing, something that had made him obsessed with it for hundreds of years.

She was puzzled, but there was movement behind her, and the person who was originally sitting in the chair got up and slowly walked up to the two of them, "Chen'er, I have something to say to you." ”

The smile on her face disappeared in an instant, and she didn't look back, and said coldly: "I don't want to hear it." ”

"Dusty ......"

"Get out."

It was the most she had said to him in these days.

In fact, to be honest, if this beast soul bead is not in her body, maybe what will happen to this world, whether the fierce beast mirror abyss will be destroyed or not has nothing to do with her at all, she is not a compassionate person, and she is not interested in these ancient grievances at all.

But she couldn't stay out of it.

The Beast Soul Bead made her suffer a lot, from the fact that Jing Yue was knocked unconscious by Cangli in the Shengliu Academy at the beginning, to when she was targeted by the people of the Blood Flame Palace in the palace, these are all things that she can't let go. Not to mention the blood flame palace and her party at the beginning, she and Si Jingyan almost died because of the beast poison.

She can ignore whether an irrelevant person is dead or alive, but she can't bear to be hurt by someone she values, and now, the source of that injury is behind her, if it weren't for the disparity in strength, she might have killed him a thousand times.

Shuang Chi looked at the two of them, sighed inaudibly, leaned on the door frame and clasped his hands on his shoulders, what should come is always coming, but it depends on how Xinglian decides.