When he woke up, he saw the pale red curtains, the embroidered brocade quilt, and a faint fragrance coming from the pillow, and a woman in a floral plain dress was lying on the side of the bed, so close to him.

He sat up suddenly, his chest rising and falling slightly, and his left hand instinctively buckled, but instead of holding his own iron sword, he grasped a soft hand.

He frowned, and hurriedly let go of his hand.

"He Daxia... You're awake...",

Luo Qiyue was awakened by him, wiped her sleepy eyes, felt the residual temperature on her wrist, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

But even if he hears why not think: "My sword",

Luo Qiyue's eyes rolled, she took his sword from her side and handed it to him, saying, "Here, I have always kept it for you",

"Thank you",

Why don't you take the sword.

Luo Qiyue smiled and said, "So you will also say thank you?"

A girl's sweet smile, rarely charming.

The skirt on the body that was quite dusty was also changed, and it was replaced by a plain Liuxian skirt, thin powder, and a smile was different from before, like washing the lead.

Why don't you think about it, nod your head, and then stop talking with your fingers lightly over the sword.

There are many kinds of swordsmen, some swordsmen firmly believe that the sword is in the people, and the sword is dead, some swordsmen are obsessed with divine weapons, and some swordsmen only use the sword as a tool, just like a butcher's knife.

Why don't you think about being different from them, for him the sword is a friend, in his most painful years, it is this sword that accompanies him through those joys and sorrows, and it is this sword that accompanies him to birth and death again and again, although this is just an ordinary iron sword, but for him it has long been of great significance.

So even if Lu Hong gave him the Zhengyang Sword, he just carefully put him in the Qianyuan bag, and what he really used was this ordinary iron sword.

Luo Qiyue smiled, looked at his face, and suddenly asked, "Who is Senior Sister Cheng... You... called her name",

His fingers were clenched tightly for days in a coma, sometimes curled up and his brow furrowed, and she knew he must have a painful past, and he could suppress his feelings when he was awake, but something was wrong with him when he was unconscious.

No matter how strong your heart is, there are some things that you can't forget.

Luo Qiyue didn't know how many times she held his hand in pain, until that day, he softly called out that name in a painful voice, and her heart was like a knife.

She suddenly realized that the teenager she had known for a short time was a poison to her.

People always have a misunderstanding of feelings, people who think that they like a certain type of person will always inadvertently meet a person, and that person will make them abandon all the standards of the past, and he must be in this life.

She has changed a lot, whether it is the way she dresses or the way she speaks, anyone with eyes can see it.

But why don't you think about it, you can't seem to see it, you just said lightly: "Friend",

For him, Cheng Yaojia is a very special person.

That was the first girl who made him tempted, she was not bad to him, she took good care of her cowardly little junior brother when she first entered the Red Mansion of Baijian.

At that time, he was really bad, poor, cowardly, incompetent, and his appearance was ordinary; but Cheng Yaojia came from a wealthy family in the south of the Yangtze River, with a good family and upbringing, gentle and beautiful, and valuable kindness; he met the best of her when he was at his worst, and every time he thought of this, his heart ached and he couldn't understand it, so he could only try his best to be good to her.

But what's the use of this kind of kindness? If the relationship between men and women is good to her, she will be good to you, so simple, how can there be so many joys and sorrows in the world, and the mandarin ducks will suffer?

Girls in their prime will not like a kind, gentle but cowardly and incompetent person, the heroes they like, even if the heroes of the world have many shortcomings, they are better than those who are kind but not attractive, so when they noticed his love, Cheng Yaojia left silently.

It was the third day after his failed sword attempt, and he was ridiculed and cold-eyed in the Red Mansion of Worship Sword, which was the most painful time for him.

He can't be blamed for this incident, and Cheng Yaojia can't be blamed, no one is wrong, but in the end, it was he who was injured, even if time can heal all the pain, but it can't erase the scars left by the pain, let alone that memory.

And now, when someone asks him who Cheng Yaojia is, he can only say that he was a friend of the past.

Luo Qiyue smiled and said, "From now on, I am also your friend",

Without waiting for He Busi to answer, she stood up and walked to the table, and said, "You are not lightly injured, and you haven't eaten for a few days, I made you a bowl of curtains and some side dishes, you can eat some."

He Busi nodded, but didn't let her bring it, but struggled to get up and walked to the table, moving his arm before taking the chopsticks from her hand.

The battle with Cao Yunjiao consumed his last bit of physical strength, and he didn't eat for a few days, the hunger in his body was extremely strong, but Rao was still eating very slowly.

Luo Qiyue sat beside him and looked at him quietly with her cheeks on her cheeks, until he felt unnatural and frowned, she turned her gaze and said with a smile: "It takes time for you to recuperate, and it takes time to recover your aura, so rest with me for a few days."

Although his aura has been exhausted, his body has not been damaged, and he only needs to cultivate his body for a period of time to recover.

He Busi raised his head and glanced at her, and let out a soft "um".

Luo Qiyue showed a sweet smile on her face and asked, "Then when the injury is healed, where are you going?"

Why don't you think: "Back to Guanzhong",

Guanzhong,

Luo Qiyue said softly: "Guanzhong, it's far away from here."

He didn't answer her words again, and drank the porridge one by one.

Luo Qiyue chatted with him one after another, and he occasionally said a few words, both of which were brief and indifferent, but did not lose etiquette, and it was not until after watching him finish eating that Luo Qiyue told him a few words and walked downstairs.

When she walked downstairs, Du Hehuan and the Ghost King were there.

Cao Yunjiao is dead, he has been unable to get along with the Holy Fire Sect all these years, but he has inadvertently helped the Holy Fire Sect sweep away many enemies, the horse bandits and rogues in the desert have been swept away by him, and there are no enemies of the Holy Fire Sect in the desert except for poisonous insects and beasts, and no one in the surrounding countries dares to enter the desert, and the entire desert has been owned by the Holy Fire Sect, in the eyes of the disciples of the Holy Fire Sect, this is the time to start anew.

Now that the Flame Cult is dying, many people will be reused.

The cook and the thin man were originally from the Holy Fire Sect, so they naturally knew this, they had been waiting for this day for a long time, so when Luo Qiyue walked downstairs, the two of them bowed, and gave Luo Qiyue a Holy Fire Sect salute that had not been used for a long time, and said solemnly and solemnly: "See Lord Moon Servant."