Chapter 034

“...... Wouldn't it, Brother Xu Gongzi, still pay attention to this?"

Lu Xiaofeng deliberately pretended to be stupid and looked at the shopkeeper Xu Gongzi with wide eyes, since the shopkeeper Xu Gongzi took the initiative to mention Ye Feiye, he planned to ask him for more information related to Ye Feiye. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"In our village, no one dares to disbelieve this. The shopkeeper Xu Gongzi let out a thick puff of smoke, looked at Lu Xiaofeng with a straight face and said.

"You just came to our village, you may not know it yet, but when you stay for a long time, you will know how evil this pure yin body is.

Regardless of men and women, as long as they touch Lu Xiaofeng's side, they will definitely invite disaster and cause trouble.

Especially the man, he killed Lu Xiaofeng's father, brother, and husband who had just finished worshipping the hall to death, Zhao family's baby Anne saw that Lu Xiaofeng was quite immortal, and helped Lu Xiaofeng twice, but died violently at home.

Originally, there were still people in the village who didn't believe it, but as a result, everyone who had spoken to Lu Xiaofeng had contact, and no one had an accident at home.

Either he is riddled with three illnesses and two pains, or he is injured in his muscles and bones.

You left in a hurry in the morning, Lu Xiaofeng forgot to tell you, if you really talked to the pure yin body in the True Martial Palace, you have been in contact.

Chapter 232

Xiao Lu Xiaofeng, it's not the uncle who scares you, you'd better be careful these days, stay at home and don't go anywhere, don't remember!"

"Ahh

"Is it really so evil? Uncle Xu Gongzi, since everyone in the village says so, Lu Xiaofeng must pay more attention these days. ”

Lu Xiaofeng sneezed again and again along the way, and his nose was not stopped flowing, and he realized that he must have fallen into evil spirits. Thinking about the words of Xu Gongzi's shopkeeper just now, Lu Xiaofeng felt a palpitation for no reason.

"Lu Xiaofeng, it can't be so evil! I haven't been sick for several years, why did I suddenly go evil, damn!"

Lu Xiaofeng definitely didn't want to believe that the evil had anything to do with Ye Feiye's legend, he remembered that Zi Die had told him when he went out in the morning, and when he came back, he was sweating profusely and pouring cold water on his head, and his wet shirt was worn for a while.

All kinds of factors add up, maybe this is the reason that induces the evil spirit, it is definitely not Ye Feiye's reason, absolutely not!

Lu Xiaofeng mentally hinted to Lu Xiaofeng while walking towards Purple Butterfly's house.

Once his mind focuses on his works, Lu Xiaofeng's mind becomes extremely clear, all the distractions in his mind are blocked by him, and his thinking and consciousness are devoted to creation.

The idea was ripe last night, and inspiration flashed from time to time, as if it was an instinctive drive.

Putting all your heart and soul into the creation, time seems to go extraordinarily fast. The story is getting smoother and smoother, but Lu Xiaofeng feels that his head is getting heavier and heavier, and his eyelids seem to be filled with lead, and he keeps pulling down.

His attention was no longer as focused as it had been, and the successive sneezes and snot made his nostrils feel hot and painful.

Then I turned my head and looked at the ground, and I don't know when, for a few weeks, there were leaves everywhere for wiping snot.

I insisted on writing for a while. Lu Xiaofeng felt dizzy and couldn't hold it anymore. I didn't even check the typo, I hurriedly lay down on the bed, pulled the quilt to cover my body, didn't take off my pantyhose, shoes and socks, and fell asleep groggily.

Purple Butterfly seems to have endless work every day, finishing the farm work in the vegetable field and boiling herbs for Baby Anne.

It wasn't until one o'clock at noon that the medicine was boiled, and the lunch was ready.

After the meal was served, Zidie shouted Lu Xiaofeng twice in the main hall, but Westinghouse did not respond, Lu Xiaofeng obviously saw that Lu Xiaofeng had already returned to the house, why didn't there be any movement?

Muttering in her heart, Purple Butterfly walked to the Westroom and pushed open the half-hidden wooden door.

The first thing that caught my eye was the manuscript on the table, but there was no one at the table, and then looking at the bed, Lu Xiaofeng didn't even take off his shoes in the quilt, and the slightly trembling quilt showed that he seemed to be trembling.

"Lu Xiaofeng, what's wrong with you?" Zidie stood at the door and anxiously shouted to Lu Xiaofeng, who was lying on the bed.

Lu Xiaofeng...... Lu Xiaofeng was a little uncomfortable and ...... coldly It's so cold......" Lu Xiaofeng replied weakly.

Seeing this, Zidie quickly rushed to the side of the bed, and saw Lu Xiaofeng's face flushed, and he was trembling tightly wrapped in the quilt.

The jade hand that stretched out Bai Xixiu's hand probed Lu Xiaofeng's forehead with the back of his hand, it was so hot!, "You're sick!"

Purple Butterfly exclaimed: "Lu Xiaofeng is burning!" "Sick...... Sick, really sick, let you say ......" Lu Xiaofeng tried to squeeze out a smile, he was afraid that Zidie would worry.

"I told you, it's cold in the mountains, you wear so little in the morning, and you don't know how to change your clothes as soon as possible when they're wet, and you haven't changed your clothes, now it's okay!"

"You lie down first, Lu Xiaofeng boiled some herbs for you, Baby Anne also had a fever before, this is not a serious illness. ”

"People who burn Lu Xiaofeng are usually afraid of cold, Lu Xiaofeng will add a bed quilt for you, and then drink some medicine to sweat out and let the cold dissipate, and it will be fine. ”

Purple Butterfly helped him take off his shoes while pulling the quilt to cover him.

comforted: "You close your eyes and go to sleep first, and when it's time to take medicine, Lu Xiaofeng calls you." ”

"I'm sorry, Purple Butterfly, I'm sorry for causing you trouble. Lu Xiaofeng's heart was warm, and he looked at Zidie's delicate and beautiful face and said.

"It's not troublesome, it's not troublesome, haven't you helped Lu Xiaofeng a lot these days!"

Zidie smiled and said: "Don't talk, close your eyes and sleep, if you can't sleep, you should close your eyes and recuperate, Lu Xiaofeng will bring you some boiling water in a while, it's always good to drink more." ”

After a while, Zi Die came in with a quilt from outside and put it on Lu Xiaofeng.

Then help Lu Xiaofeng sort out the drafts on the table, and then leave lightly.

Although the nasal cavity is not very smooth through a layer of quilt, Lu Xiaofeng can still faintly smell the faint aroma emanating from the thin quilt on the sheet. He could guess with his toes that this quilt must have been used by Purple Butterfly.

Subconsciously, he pulled the quilt on top of him to his face.

Greedily feeling the faint fragrance of the virgin body that comes out of the quilt. Accompanied by a faint fragrance like an orchid and musk, Lu Xiaofeng fell asleep.

In a daze, he seemed to hear Purple Butterfly calling him.

Vaguely, he felt Lu Xiaofeng use Lu Xiaofeng's thin arm to help him up and lean against the head of the bed, and then fed him the bitter decoction with a soup spoon one bite at a time. Then help him to lie down again.

Lu Xiaofeng, who was groggy, couldn't feel the faint shyness on Zidie's face and beautiful eyes when he helped him feed him.

After all, this was the first time Lu Xiaofeng had such intimate physical contact with him.

Although Lu Xiaofeng is still young, the children of the poor are in charge early, and they are sensible and develop early, so that Lu Xiaofeng can't ignore the reserve that a girl should have, and there should be a distance between a girl and a strange boy.

Fever is not a big deal, but it is not a small trouble.

For a whole day, Lu Xiaofeng was dizzy, his limbs were weak, and his mouth was dry. Purple Butterfly fed him medicine three times, and the warm boiled water also fed him most of the thermos.

Lu Xiaofeng's meticulous care moved Lu Xiaofeng, who had always been sober.

Although Lu Xiaofeng went mad and had a fever, it was not so bedridden that it did not affect him to write out the storyline he had conceived in his mind word by word.

Of course, the speed of writing at this time is certainly not as fast as under normal conditions, but it can't be written in two hours.

Hours, six hours, even eight hours have to stick to the story.

When I think of the hard work of my own writing, I can realize how difficult it is for authors. Regardless of whether the author's work is satisfactory or not, it is the brainchild of their hard work, so why should I blame them?

You may be able to put forward different opinions and ideas to communicate with the author, but you should never attack the author!

The more he thought about it, the more Lu Xiaofeng blushed about his previous behavior.

During this period, Zidie saw that he was obviously still having a fever, but he didn't listen to the persuasion to rest and sit at the table to write a book, which was very incomprehensible, but Lu Xiaofeng said, "If you don't understand, you will understand it later." ”