"What's wrong? I said ......"

I would like to ask, is there anything strange about what I said?

Don't you like to sit in a tree? I really like the way you sit in a tree. When you sit on a tree www.biquge.info you always wear a long skirt, which hangs down and floats gently in the wind.

And your long black hair.

At the moment of my questioning, my voice was hoarse in my throat, for I felt as if I had once again fallen into a hallucination.

"You can't sit on it this time, can you?"

"Oh, that doesn't look like you're saying it! Or is it ...... Are you a little different from before? ”

It was Liqing's voice. Her voice was a little low, but her tone seemed pleasant.

"I ...... Is there any difference? The man's voice asked.

"You're never joking! And it doesn't matter if I go to the tree or not. But what is so hard about this tree? ”

Hu Liqing, dressed in a long white dress and ancient costume, stood lightly on the branch of a tree, looking down at me condescendingly.

I seemed to look up at her from the perspective of a person under the tree.

Her clothes change almost every day, and they are always glamorous, but I have never seen her long dress.

The trees were covered with small white flowers, clusters, very dense, and the shape of the branches and leaves of the tree gradually and inexplicably coincided with the Aralia in front of them.

I think she looks good, and looking at her, there is a faint joy in my heart.

This trance was for a moment, and when I suddenly came back to my senses, I clearly saw that there were no flowers on the tree, and there was no her. Now is not the flowering period of Aralia at all.

Liqing stood beside me, looking at me with a strange expression.

In that weirdness, there is also a faint resentment.

Then I realized that I couldn't get rid of him at all, whether he was here or not. I have that person's blood in my body, and perhaps because of this, I can always see some memories that don't belong to me at all.

"Sister Liqing, am I a little like him?" I suddenly turned around and asked, stunned.

Li Qing was stunned. I thought about it, probably this was the first time I had mentioned the White Dragon to her. And how much does she know about what I know? We always deliberately don't talk about this kind of topic, because many things, probably in vain.

"Not really." Li Qing suddenly turned away angrily.

"I think so." I laughed.

I wanted to ask her, "If one day he became a little bit more like me — I mean, more like a human — would you like it a little more?" ”

However, I still didn't ask this sentence.

I want her to feel happy. I don't know what happiness looks like for a demon, but her joys and sorrows seem real, just like us.

And I know she's been unhappy for so long that I can't even understand it.

But for some reason, I just wanted her to be truly happy. I just want to protect her like this.

Perhaps, she took me in in the first place and allowed me to enter her world precisely because she smelled the blood that was gradually resurrecting in me. However, now I wonder more and more, is there a natural force in my body that is pushing me closer to her, and I can use my life that is too short for her to become her guardian?

The process of finding medicinal herbs was interesting, and everywhere we went was inaccessible, so there was an illusion that there were only the two of us left in the huge world.

It is said that ten kinds of white boiled white black chicken soup or duck soup to drink, has the effect of dehumidifying and drying, and strengthening the body, but I didn't expect to drink the ten kinds of white soup that I finally collected, and I fell ill that day.

It should be said that he was still very sick, with a high fever and a sore body, and he couldn't get out of bed at all. So, I had to stay on bed rest again.

This indisputable body doesn't look like a human with special abilities at all, but like a sick man who can't even compare to ordinary people.

However, I knew in my heart that this illness had nothing to do with the "Ten Kinds of Whiteness" at all, but it happened to be at this moment, but the risk factors accumulated in the body had formed a scale step by step, and finally broke out.

This sudden attack of "disease" comes from the demon spirit that is stored more and more in my body, but there is nowhere to vent, and I don't know how to channel.

I tried every day, trying to connect with the vanished white dragon, especially when I learned that he was at the bottom of the River Styx, and I did a lot of experiments in the seventh lunar month, trying to transmit a wisp of my consciousness to that unknowable world. But practice has proved that every attempt I have made has been futile, and that effort seems to have a lot of backlash on my body.

So now, I finally can't hold it anymore and collapse.

Isn't it really possible?

I wasn't bothering about myself, I was just vaguely worried - what if I really couldn't find him?

Sure enough, being weak is a frustrating thing, and I fell into a deep sleep in such frustration.

Falling asleep, I felt someone pour something into my mouth little by little.

It's a liquid, a little sticky, sweet, and tastes great. The liquid was slightly cold, but as it ran down its throat, it created a hot current along the esophagus.

It seems to be ...... The taste of wine?

I slowly opened my eyes and found that it was late at night. I don't know how long I've been in this daze.

There was a man sitting on the edge of my bed with a bowl in his hand and spooning the contents of the bowl into my mouth.

Beginning of winter?

But I have this problem, Li Dong saw it, and said that there is no special medicine, so he can only wait and let it slowly improve. Of course, I didn't want them to see my problems too thoroughly, so it was just perfunctory at the time.

So there should be little reason for him to come into my house in the middle of the night, let alone feed me something strange.

Moreover, the silhouette of a human sitting in the darkness next to my bed looked much more slender than the human form that Ritsu was used to.

Now, my eyesight is better than before, so when I concentrate, I can see everything around me clearly, even in the dark.

I was taken aback when I saw it clearly. I was so surprised that a mouthful of liquid that had just been fed to my mouth squirted out, and I sat up sharply.

When I sat up, I was surprised to find that my body temperature was not so high anymore, and my whole body felt much more relaxed.

"How rude!" A voice that I was already "familiar" sounded, even with a hint of resentment.

The man put down the bowl, stood up, pulled a few tissues from the bedside table, and rubbed his clothes vigorously.

The mouthful I squirted just now was almost impartially sprayed on his body.

"You, why are you here?!" I asked, surprised.