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Looking at the pot of chrysanthemums placed in the window and swaying in the wind, Wang Chan finally fainted completely.

And this was Wang Chan's last thought before he fell into a coma.

......

Faintly I could see a candlestick on the table, and at this time, a woman reached out and touched the fire knife and flint on the table, and the fire lit the candle, and the candlelight was reflected.

A woman with a thin face and beautiful eyebrows stood in front of the bed, looking at Wang Chan, her brows furrowed slightly. The hideous and terrifying wound on Wang Chan's body had already been treated with gold sore medicine and bandaged the wound, but Wang Chan was still not well. The man has not yet woken up, and the high fever has not subsided.

The woman reached out and put it on Wang Chan's forehead, shook her head slightly, got up and turned to walk outside the house.

But what the woman didn't know was that shortly after she turned around, the man who had been unconscious finally woke up. Wang Chan wanted to get up, but found that his whole body couldn't move, so he could only reluctantly turn his head.

Wang Chan looked at the room he was in, and found that there was nothing in the room except for a table, a chair, and a bed.

It seems that the owner of this room, like me now, is a bit miserable. Wang Chan glanced at the chrysanthemums that still looked shining under the dim light in front of the window, and fainted again.

And I don't know how long it took to be dizzy.

Wang Chan only knew that when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was still the pot of chrysanthemums in front of the window.

After his body recovered, his mind gradually became clearer, and he also remembered the information that was uploaded back from the little jade cicada when he crossed over.

"Is this world a city connection? If it's really you, then the mess is much worse than mine......" Wang Chan muttered in a low voice in the voice he heard. Apparently he had guessed the owner of the room, the one who had come to his rescue.

Squeak~

The wooden door was gently pushed open, and a yellow fir woman walked in from outside the door, and when she saw Wang Chan, she was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Master Gong....., you are finally awake." ”

The woman's hesitation was obviously entangled in Wang Chan's title, and the "son" who was originally on the lips finally became a "master".

Wang Chan smiled softly, nodded, and said, "Thank you for taking care of the girl these days. ”

Wang Chan knows his injuries best. Whether it was the external injury on the left shoulder that was pierced by Liu Xiong's shot, or the true qi that was wandering around in the body, it was far from being comparable to ordinary injuries. Even if the "Healing Chapter" of the Nine Yin True Scripture had the miraculous effect of treating internal injuries, if it weren't for the Buddhist True Qi that Zhizhen left in Wang Chan's body to help him at the most critical moment, Wang Chan would not have recovered so quickly anyway.

Moreover, let Shi Kang's alien true qi be so stirred, Wang Chan was a blessing in disguise, and the eight veins of the Qi Jing were successfully rushed one after another, as long as he broke through the Ren vein, he would be able to enter the second-grade realm.

And at this time, he also guessed the identity of the woman in front of him, Ling Shuanghua.

A miserable woman.

Speaking of Ling Shuanghua, I have to mention her father Ling Huisi, the former leader of the underworld Lianghu Longsha Gang, and now the prefect of Jingzhou, it was he who put Ling Shuanghua under house arrest in this silent small building, and it was thanks to this that Wang Chan was not exposed. In the end, Ling Huisi suffocated his daughter to death in the coffin. When a Jiangyang thief became an official, did he still pray that he could be a parent official who loved the people like a son?

However, Wang Chan felt that although Ling Huisi was ruthless and vicious, he was far from being smart.

You must know that with Ding Dian's love for Ling Shuanghua, as long as Ling Shuanghua wants it, and he Ding Dian has it, he will give it to her without hesitation, and finally it will naturally come into the hands of him, the old man. But Ling Huisi's logic is not like this at all, to use a very pretentious statement, that is, he has never been afraid to speculate on others with the greatest malice, including his daughter. This thing he wants is a well-deserved treasure in many people's hearts, including himself, so he naturally won't mention it in front of his daughter, who knows what Ding Dian will think of that thing, and whether it will startle the snake when the time comes, so that Ding Dian will be on guard or simply run away. Love is a fart, and family affection is a fart!

So Ling Huisi didn't do anything, and he had to be foolproof when he did it, so in order to get the secret of the "Divine Illumination Sutra" and the "Liancheng Treasure" from Ding Dian, he first used the poison of the golden wave of Xunhua to stun Ding Dian, captured him through the pipa bone and put him in prison, and then imprisoned his daughter. It's a pity that he didn't succeed until the end, and for ten years, he finally suffocated his daughter alive in a coffin with a twisted heart.

What the cold wind can't do, but the warm sun can, I don't understand such a simple truth.

Of course, in Ling Huisi's opinion, he didn't make any mistakes, because he thought that if he and Ding Dian's identities were exchanged, then he would not hesitate to deal with his father-in-law for the sake of that supreme divine skill and the treasure of the rich country. Otherwise, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is a "love letter", while "The Legend of the City" is a "bad book". "Love Letters" write all the feelings of all kinds of people in the world, and "Bad Books" write all the bad things about all kinds of people in the world.

Wang Chan looked at the tranquil and gentle woman in front of him, and sighed lightly in his heart, there was still hope and light in the darkness, and the woman in front of Wang Chan was the faint but bright light. I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate, but now that I'm here, I naturally won't let the tragedy happen.

"Something on the girl's mind?"

"Nope. Ling Shuanghua shook her head lightly and looked at Wang Chan and slowly spoke. "If the master's injuries are healed, then leave early...... It's late, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you, Master. ”

Wang Chan stood up, still wearing the shabby gray and white monk's robe, but the blood stains on it had been washed away.

"Doesn't the girl ask why the poor monk is seriously injured and why he is in your attic?"

"Does that matter? I just know you're injured and need to be treated, that's enough. As for the rest, didn't the master ask me why I was alone in this small building. Ling Shuanghua smiled, but this smile looked a little sad.

"Amitabha, then thank you girl these days, poor monk one precept. Wang Chan bowed down and pronounced a Buddha name, without the slightest drag of mud and water, got up and walked outside the house.

After Ling Shuanghua watched Wang Chan leave, he suddenly took out a dagger from his arms, smiled, and muttered words in a low voice that only he could hear.

The hand that trembled slightly just quietly held the dagger in his hand and slashed it towards his face!