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A pain that went straight to the bone marrow woke Ian out of his coma. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info√ he slowly opened his eyes and saw a gray-white world.

"Where is this?"

He muttered to himself, and then remembered his current situation.

"This is the underground, the fluorescent hall under the spiral staircase. ”

"What time is it?"

"By the way, Phil!

As if remembering something important, his whole heart suddenly hung in the air, and he twisted his almost petrified neck with difficulty to look in the direction of a certain girl.

"Phil ......"

The black girl still lay there as quietly as Ian had before he fell unconscious.

Her body was still steaming. A faint glimmer of light shone out of her, imprinting the fine lines very clearly.

Ian was a little worried.

He didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but he knew that if the girl continued like this, it would definitely be extremely dangerous.

He had to wake up the girl, know the cause of the symptom, and do everything he could to alleviate it.

So, with a snort of pain, Ian endured the sharp pain like falling apart and tried to get up from the ground. But the body seemed to be completely unresponsive, let alone get up, and could not even move a finger.

"Is there a sequelae of the potion?"

Ian immediately realized why, and then, it occurred to him that there seemed to be more to it than that.

"By the way, there is also the ...... of sword intent"

With that coming to this conclusion, Ian barely knew what his expression should be. He slowly closed his eyes again, and began to rest quietly again, hoping that he could gather some strength.

After a long time, feeling that he could finally barely move his arm, Ian trembled and picked up the potion that had tumbled on his hand, bit down on the cap, and filled half of the bottle.

The potion flowed down the esophagus, and then was quickly absorbed by the thirsty body, gradually spreading throughout the body, and began to wield its proper effect. It was only a stamina-restoring potion, and it couldn't heal Ian's injuries, let alone alleviate his stubborn after-effects. But he could regain Ian's strength a little so he could crawl to Phil's side.

I don't know how much time has passed. Ian felt so much better than before. He reluctantly turned his stiff body and crawled slowly but surely in the direction of Fei'er.

When he came to the girl's side, he gently reached out and patted her cheek, trying to wake her up.

"Fei'er, wake up, you can't sleep like this anymore, wake up. ”

Perhaps his actions really played a small role, and it didn't take long for the girl's eyelids to twitch slightly twice. Then, in Ian's delightful gaze, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Yi ...... Huh?"

She looked a little dazed, but it only took a moment for her obsidian pupils to regain clarity.

"...... here?"

"Fluorescent Hall. A smile tugged at Ian's lips, "We're in the Hall of Fluorescence." ”

"I ...... How long have you been in a coma?"

"I don't know, I've just woken up. Ian replied, then asked, "Phil, can you still move now?"

Fei'er tried to move her body, and then gave the answer: "No." ”

"Drink it. Ian reached for the flask in his hand and held it to the girl's lips with difficulty, trying to feed her the remaining half of the flask so that she could regain some strength. But Fei'er didn't have the slightest awareness of opening her mouth, but instead signaled Ian with her eyes not to waste this bottle of potion on her.

"Why?" Ian frowned after reading the meaning in the girl's eyes. Obviously so weak that she refused the potion in her hand for the second time.

"This stuff doesn't work for me. ”

"So what works for you, what is your condition, and what can be done to alleviate it?" Ian couldn't help but be a little annoyed by such an answer, he was fed up with his own ignorance, fed up with the girl's secrecy about himself. He didn't want her to hide her affairs and bear it silently alone, he obviously hoped that he could bear it with her.

Because, when he led the people of the investigation team to another path, he was already vaguely aware of his own intentions, and realized what kind of feelings he had for the girl in front of him.

"You're at your limit. ”

Rather than answer his question, Phil looked Ian in the eye and clumsily tried to shift the conversation back to him. She hoped it would distract Ian so he wouldn't always focus on herself.

Phil knows her body, and she knows what she will face in the end. She didn't want Ian to think more heavily than herself and end up doing something stupid.

But Ian didn't appreciate it. If it had been before, he might have followed her wishes and pretended to be fooled. But not right now.

Knowing that he might not have much time, he was more eager to know why.

So, there was a hint of anger in his weak voice.

"Don't digress!"

"If you keep going like this, your body will collapse. ”

"I said, don't digress!"

After a low roar, the two looked each other in the eye, conveying to each other their unyielding will.

There was a long silence in the glimmering hall.

After a long time, seeing that Phil's eyes did not loosen for a minute, Ian turned around with difficulty, lay on his back on the ground, and began to make a voice like a whisper.

"Phil, do you know? Actually, I'm a very sensitive person. Whether I like it or dislike it, as long as it's something I care about, I'm sensitive to them like a psychopath. ”

"I don't believe in coincidences, I don't believe in sexual encounters, I don't believe in anything that seems illogical. Because it seems to me that everything that is born in this world has its inevitable cause. So when I first met you, when you forced me to learn the sword, I knew that you must have been hiding something from me. ”

"Let me guess, okay? Let me guess what you're hiding?"

"Fei'er, why, you were only 13 years old at that time, but you had to come out to find your inheritor?"

"Why do you want to find a disciple who can become a disciple in a short period of time, instill everything into him like a crammer, and ask him to cross the gate of the Sage in the shortest possible time?"

"Why, I care more about the affairs of the Northern Regions than anyone else, but I don't want to reveal my true identity, but deliberately let me, an impostor, take your place, so that everyone thinks that I am the 'Black Sword Saint'?"

"Why, every time I ask about your condition, you change the subject and ask me to turn my attention back to myself?"

At this, Ian closed his eyes, his mouth full of bitterness.

"If, I'm not wrong. Well, all of this is because—"

"You're running out of time, are you?" 8