"Little bit, finally the sword and mind are united, snort, congratulations!"

This is the sword spirit's voice.

Shen Zhiyue felt that her body was warm, and there were countless warm currents surging towards her meridians, making her whole person lighter, and the wound in her abdomen was also healing rapidly, it was the power of the divine soldier, she closed her eyes and felt all this carefully.

"Shen Zhiyue! Wake up! You can't sleep! ”

Shen Zhiyue felt in a daze that someone was slapping her face, very hard.

"Hey, disfigured." Shen Zhiyue opened his eyes.

Ling Yaofeng quickly withdrew his hand.

Only then did Shen Zhiyue realize that she and Ling Yaofeng were sticking together in a very ambiguous posture, and she was nestled in Ling Yaofeng's arms, and her body was still covered with his robe, so as soon as she opened her eyes, Ling Yaofeng's big face was in front of her.

She turned her head sideways and pushed Ling Yaofeng's face away with her hand, "Don't get so close to me." ”

Ling Yaofeng rubbed Shen Zhiyue's hand away and muttered, "I don't know who kept calling me by name when I was unconscious." ”

"What? Who called your name? Shen Zhiyue sprang away from Ling Yaofeng's arms in an instant.

While the two were arguing, the shepherd boy pushed open the door, holding two bowls in his hands.

Shen Zhiyue immediately picked up Chalang and looked at him with a wary expression.

The shepherd boy crooked his neck and held a broken oil-paper umbrella, which could cover the things in his hands, and when he saw Shen Zhiyue's arrows and crossbows, he stood in place and did not come in.

Ling Yaofeng walked over and looked at the bowl in the shepherd boy's hand, the soup in the bowl was slightly white, and there were a few grains of white rice at the bottom of the bowl.

"This rainstorm falls every day, the crops can't be planted, the house is collapsed, and the food is getting less and less, grandpa said that the two of us are here to save us, and we must be hungry all the way, so we got some rice out of the village, boiled rice soup, and asked me to send it to you to drink." After the shepherd boy finished speaking, he licked his mouth and looked at the two bowls of rice soup as if he were looking at the best delicacy in the world.

Ling Yaofeng said: "We're not hungry, you go eat, we rarely eat." ”

The shepherd boy put two bowls of rice soup on the ground, carefully covered them with a broken oil-paper umbrella, turned and ran.

Ling Yaofeng squatted down, looked at the two bowls of porridge under the umbrella, and did not speak.

Shen Zhiyue brought the two bowls into the house, "Let's go, let's go out and have a look." ”

Ling Yaofeng nodded, and walked out with Shen Zhiyue, this time, there was a barrier chasing waves to wrap Shen Zhiyue.

"The old man said, this soul rain will disturb people's hearts, you are already weak, how can you wake up like no one? He even ......" Ling Yaofeng saw the barrier born from the waves, and instantly understood something.

I really underestimated the woman in front of me, the situation of encountering the sword demon in the desert, was keenly caught by Shen Zhiyue, and she would encounter the last thing she wanted to face in the realm, she silently waited for her own situation to appear, the two are like the opposite realm, the so-called realm technique.

She actually used her own realm in the realm to force herself, which was really bold.

Shen Zhiyue glanced at Ling Yaofeng's knowing expression, and felt that she didn't seem to need to explain anything, so she only replied, "I'm fine." ”

She exhaled deeply, the shepherd boy in her dream was completely different from this one, and she couldn't tell which one was real.

The rain is dripping and the next one is endless, and after listening to it for a long time, people can't help but feel a little depressed, and the sky is dark, and there are no lights in this village, so that whoever walks by looks like a ghost.