In this Zhuangzi, there are several separate courtyards, and there are fifty or sixty houses in total, and most of them are places to live, so Choujiu found a separate small room by himself.

He sat cross-legged on a simple maroon bed, discarding distractions, meditating and concentrating, silently running the exercises in the hope of making a breakthrough.

I don't know how long it took, boom......

Thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and the ensuing storm and rain slapped the window edges, and the movement became louder and louder.

Choujiu ran for a few days before he got up and walked to the window, looking at the torrential rain outside, and Wulan's heart was faintly impetuous.

He remembered that the place where the girl lay was under the wooden window, which was broken and old, and there was nothing to obscure it.

Chou Jiu frowned slightly, very puzzled by his thoughts, he has never been a nosy person, what does it matter to him if the girl gets drenched in the rain?

It's really full.

He sat back on the bed, but this time he could not calm down anyway, which was undoubtedly very annoying and puzzled to him.

During this time, he could only practice at night, avoiding people's eyes and ears, and he didn't want to waste a little time on other inconsequential things.

Outside the window, thunder and lightning were blowing fiercely, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky seemed to have been torn open, and the heavy rain was pouring down.

After a long time, the door to the small room quietly opened.

Choujiu slipped out of the room with a gloomy face, sneaked all the way to a room where futons and other objects were stored, turned out two futons, packed a few old clothes, wrapped an oil lamp and a few smaller utensils in the futon, and secretly left Zhuangzi and ran towards the peach grove with an oil-paper umbrella.

It's just that, it's hard to send a kind heart, and you have to send the Buddha to the West.

His medicine is indeed precious and cannot be wasted.

When he came to the peach grove, there was no light in the hut.

He pushed open the door, just as a lightning bolt flashed, and Lu Yang's drenched appearance in front of the window was imprinted in his eyes.

An indescribable anger surged up, he threw the things in his hand to the ground, strode to the bed, and wanted to pull Lu Yang down, but Lu Yang grabbed the corner of the window and shook his head.

Another flash of lightning flashed, and Lu Yang pointed to the dilapidated window and the E-Niang lying on the bed under the window, gesturing, meaning that she couldn't go away, otherwise it would fall on E-niang.

Choujiu suppressed his anger, pulled the rain-stained futon over, blocked the window, and dragged Lu Yang over forcefully.

Lu Yang fell softly in the crook of his arm, and his eyes were tightly closed, but he was unconscious.

"Damn!" Choujiu was angry and burst into foul language.

He looked at Lu Yang who had fainted, and the green tendons on his head jumped.

Dead girl, how can he get so wet?

If she doesn't change her wet clothes, she will definitely catch the cold, and with her weak body, she will probably be a corpse tomorrow.

Didn't he come for nothing?

What a fucking bad luck!

Chou Jiu was so annoyed that he couldn't bear to take off Lu Yang's clothes.

But he didn't want to look at the spring light on Lu Yang's body, so when he picked up Lu Yang's clothes, he turned his head, and pulled the wet dress with one hand so indiscriminately.

inadvertently touched Lu Yang's chest.

The thirteen-year-old girl's chest was already a little undulating, but Choujiu was very measured and did not touch a single bit, he touched something that felt and shaped very familiar.

What is it?

Chou Jiu turned his head, his eyes were clear, without any distractions, and he stared closely at a blood-colored jade bottle that Lu Yang hung on his chest with a vein.

The moment he saw the jade bottle, Chou Jiu's pupils shrank suddenly, obviously shocked.

Isn't this the jade bottle he gave to the little girl?

He went out of the mountain alone this time, in order to find this heirloom jade bottle that had been missing for seven years, why was this jade bottle on her body?

Choujiu was surprised and stunned for a long time.

Watching Lu Yang's eyes gradually softened.

It turned out to be really the same person.

It turned out that the jade bottle had been on her all along.

It turned out that she was still alive.

That's nice.

Chou Jiu's expression softened more and more.

This proves that there is no place to find when you step on iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get them.

It's just that this thread is different from the one before, if it weren't for that, he wouldn't have noticed it the last time he tore her blouse when he drugged her.

He took the jade bottle in his hand and looked at it, and under this look, he inevitably saw the scar on Lu Yang's chest, which had been left by an arrow in the chest, and also saw the skin on her body covered with acne.

How so?

He seemed to think of something, and went to look at Lu Yang's right leg again, and sure enough, he found that there was a huge scar on her right calf, and her right calf was very slender.

What has she suffered all these years, and why is she so miserable?

His people only said that she had been injured and bedridden for a period of time, and after she was healed, she was imprisoned in the nunnery as a demon girl, and he didn't say what injuries she suffered at all, could it be that this injury was caused by him leaving her behind Lingqiu?

Choujiu's breath was suffocated, and he rarely felt a little guilty.

If the current year ......

Anyway, the matter has come to this point, it is useless to think about it, and now that I have saved her and her mother, it can be regarded as compensating her.

His gaze inadvertently swept over Lu Yang's right arm, and saw that there was a large bruise and purple mark on the thin arm, which was obviously the one he had kicked her like this when she was in Liufu Villa.

She was crying all the time, she must have been in a lot of pain, right?

Choujiu is inexplicably a little blocked.

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By the time Lu Yang woke up, it was already the next morning, and Choujiu had already returned to Liufu Villa.

It's still raining outside, and it's much lighter than last night.

Lu Yang touched the forehead of the painting girl, fortunately it was not as hot as yesterday.

She lay on the bed, covered with a warm bedding, the wet clothes on her body had been changed, and she was wearing clothes that were obviously worn by adults, and the wound on her back had been rebandaged, and even the pain seemed to be much lessened.

The right arm, which couldn't be lifted, didn't have the same pain as yesterday, so it's strange.

When Lu Yang looked up, he could see a pot of water, a wooden bowl and two pieces of dry food, and a bottle of medicine placed on a wooden stake.

Although Choujiu was a little ruthless, which made Lu Yang a little frightened, Lu Yang was very grateful to him now.

Last night's wind and rain, she didn't have the strength or dare not move Eniang, and she couldn't find anything to block the rain floating in from the window for a while, so she would use her body to block it in a hurry.

At that time, it was all supported by a willpower, and his body couldn't resist it for a long time, if it weren't for the sudden appearance of Choujiu, he would definitely not be able to survive.

Fortunately, the ugly nine appeared in time.

Lu Yang was very happy that he was alive again.