As the first rays of sunlight of the morning shone into the room through the thin floor window, Ling Feng sat up from the metal bed and stretched out two fingers to rub his temples.

He didn't sleep well this night, tossing and turning in bed, and as soon as he closed his eyes, there would be a picture of Situ Yu with tears in his eyes, holding a flame machete and slashing at his body, wanting to die with the nine-tailed zero fox. In the blazing firelight, Situ Yu has infinite attachment to this world.

The sentence "If there is a next life, I want to be a real little parrot to accompany Sister Yaoyao" deeply pierced Ling Feng's heart. When he finally fell asleep groggy, the terrible scene like purgatory on earth appeared in his dream. One by one, Ling Feng's cherished people were killed by him who lost his mind.

and Mu Yan's inexplicable words, all of which bothered him.

Since it was already dawn, Ling Feng, who was not sleepy, lifted the quilt and went to the bathroom to sigh with the black skin on his upper body after being eroded by the gauntlet. The wounds on his body have completely healed, and there are not even any scars left, and the meridians in his body that were once severely damaged by the restless spiritual power have also been completely restored. Ling Feng was still mentally tired, it was only one night's time, and it was hard to imagine that the serious injuries left after the fierce battle with the Nine-Tailed Zero Fox had fully recovered.

This terrifying resilience made Ling Feng not happy at all. Everything showed that Ling Feng's body was moving in the direction of dehumanization.

Ling Feng's mind couldn't help but think of what he had seen in his nightmare. Feeling a chill, he shook his head vigorously, then turned on the faucet and used cool tap water to force himself up.

Feel free to use the arranged toiletries, and after washing, Ling Feng looked in the mirror again and again. Then he returned to the bed and picked up the long-sleeved collared shirt stained with blood and ashes, and some tattered, and quickly put it on. While wearing it, Ling Feng looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself: "I must not be seen by others, especially Xiaoya." ”

In fact, long after Ling Feng knew that the gauntlet had eroded his life, black spots would form on his body. Although it was still a hot and dry August, he began to wear some long-sleeved clothes, because he was afraid that the changes in his body would be noticed by those close to him.

It was not difficult for Ling Feng to imagine how worried Ling Ya would be when she learned that she looked like this and his current situation.

At the age of eight, he lost his biological parents and was buried in the rubble in fear of fear. After being rescued, she suffered from a headache that could not be cured, and she was still a minor, and she was tormented by the disease for only eight years to live. Even so, the kind and gentle Xiaoya always shows a cheerful and lively appearance in order not to worry about herself. There were even many headaches, and in order not to let Ling Feng know that he was alone and silently endured, he had been in pain until he fell into a coma. Xiaoya, who has endured such hardships in the past, was finally cured of her headache, and she shouldn't be worried anymore.

For this purpose, he can only try to cover it up. And now that the dark spots are all over the upper body, the difficulty of concealing them has further increased.

After dressing, Ling Feng carefully examined the mirror boy again, and then walked to the metal door. Just as he was worried about the fingerprint code-type door lock, he noticed that the metal door was slowly opening. Ling Feng took a step back, and the metal door opened, revealing Lin Yuyao in a wheelchair.

She was in a wheelchair at this time, wearing two thick gloves. Ling Feng could tell at a glance that this was a pair of gloves that were usually used to serve very hot dishes in the kitchen. Sure enough, Lin Yuyao was holding a bowl of steaming pumpkin porridge with a sweet aroma in her hand. Maybe it was because the bowl in her hand was too hot, Lin Yuyao lowered her head and carefully held the pumpkin porridge, while puffing out her cheeks and pouting her cute little mouth to blow the small bowl in her hand.

The girl's crisp and pleasant voice came from outside the door: "Sister Yaoyao, you have to be steady, it's easy to remake a bowl, but my brother hasn't eaten for almost a day, you can be careful not to spill it." ”

Lin Yuyao blew on the pumpkin porridge, shook her head impatiently and said, "I know, I know... I've said it many times. I'm getting cold, but I'm tired of this girl...... If your bad brother still has a stinky face, you don't think I'm good..."

Seeing this warm scene, Ling Feng, who was mentally tired, couldn't help but smile slightly, and all kinds of thoughts that made him entangled and annoying were left behind in an instant.

At this time, Ling Ya, who was pushing a wheelchair, saw Ling Feng, who was standing behind the door looking at herself and Lin Yuyao with a smile. The two cute little eyes narrowed into two curved crescents in an instant, and two cute little dimples appeared on their faces. She let go of her hands pushing the wheelchair, jumped on the spot and said in surprise: "Brother, you are awake!" ”

"You see I'm not good..."

Sensing that the wheelchair had stopped advancing, Lin Yuyao subconsciously raised her head and saw Ling Feng, who was looking down at her with a smile. As if she had done something bad and was caught, Lin Yuyao's beautiful face suddenly turned red. She was extremely shy, and if her leg hadn't been injured, she might have fled quickly.

It's a pity that she can't stand up now, and she has to take care of the pumpkin porridge that she has been busy with all morning. The hard work of the two people in the morning, if she spilled it, Lin Yuyao would never forgive herself.

But thinking of Ling Feng, who had put himself in trouble, Lin Yuyao bit her lip and raised her pointed chin, and tried to show a reasonable look and said, "What do you see, I haven't seen a beautiful woman!" ”

"Beauty? Where, where? Is it Xiaoya? ”

Ling Feng clasped his hands around his chest, not looking at Lin Yuyao who was in a wheelchair, he made a gesture of looking left and right outside the door. Smiled and walked over and rubbed Ling Ya's head, making Ling Ya's face flush.

"You! I'm so! Hiss... It hurts..."

The intimate actions of the brother and sister fell into Lin Yuyao's eyes, and Lin Yuyao, who was "ignored", was unsteady holding the pumpkin porridge. The small bowl is knocked on

The severe pain in her leg that she had just picked up made her gasp in pain. Tears flowed down the corners of his eyes. But even if she touched her injured leg, Lin Yuyao still couldn't bear to throw out the bowl with pumpkin porridge in her hand.

"Sister Yaoyao!" Ling Ya exclaimed, wanting to help Lin Yuyao, who had touched the wound.

"No... It's okay... Don't spill the porridge, it's been a busy morning..."

The severe pain made a layer of cold sweat appear on Lin Yuyao's forehead, and she didn't let Ling Ya support herself, biting her lip tightly, Lin Yuyao forcibly handed the pumpkin porridge in her hand to Ling Ya.

Seeing such a young lady, Ling Feng's heart swelled with a lot of warmth, and he secretly blamed himself for not making any jokes. Ling Feng gently pushed the wheelchair to the side, and then picked Lin Yuyao up from the wheelchair without saying anything.

"You..."

Under Lin Yuyao's shocked gaze, Ling Feng took three steps and two steps to carry her to the metal bed where he had been lying.

Gently putting Lin Yuyao on the bed, Ling Feng couldn't help but feel a pang of distress as he looked at the sweat flowing from her forehead because of the pain. So he subconsciously wiped the sweat on Lin Yuyao's forehead with his hand.

Lin Yuyao, who was lying on the bed, watched Ling Feng's actions blankly, motionless as if she had lost consciousness. Since my brother left, no one has treated me so affectionately.

Noticing Lin Yuyao's strange expression, Ling Feng thought that it was because she was in too much pain, so he said softly with guilt: "Yaoyao, are you okay, why don't I call Doctor Gu Yue to come over and have a look?" ”

"Uh... It's okay, you go and eat the porridge first, I'll just lie down for a while..."

Lin Yuyao, who reacted, immediately spoke up. Just recalling Ling Feng's previous series of actions, her pretty face was crimson, and she stammered a little when she spoke.

Ling Feng, who was not at ease when he heard this, carefully rested his hand on Lin Yuyao's injured leg, carefully sensed it with his spiritual power, and only after confirming that there was no major problem did he cover Lin Yuyao with a quilt.

Ling Ya looked at Lin Yuyao worriedly, and after getting her eyes, she pulled Ling Feng to the coffee table in the room. Ling Ya took out the prepared spoon and handed it to Ling Feng and said, "Brother, eat quickly, the temperature is just right at this time." ”

"Well, it smells good!"

Ling Feng took the spoon with a smile, then picked up the pumpkin porridge and sniffed it vigorously, looking intoxicated.

I scooped a little bit with a spoon, put it in my mouth and tasted it, nodded with satisfaction, and sure enough, the pumpkin porridge tasted very good. My sister's craftsmanship has always been excellent.

After tasting it, Ling Feng, who was so confused by his chaotic thoughts that he forgot about his hunger, suddenly moved his index finger and ate it quickly.

Ling Ya and Lin Yuyao, who were lying on the bed, smiled when they saw Ling Feng eating, especially Lin Yuyao, who endured the pain and assisted Ling Ya all morning, feeling that the sweat he had shed before was worth it.

After drinking the porridge, Ling Feng exhaled a long breath and said, "It's really delicious, Xiaoya's cooking skills are getting better and better!" ”

"Hehe, it's my brother who taught me well!"

Listening to her brother's words of praise, Ling Ya clapped her hands happily. In my memory, my brother was able to cook when he was very young, and it tasted excellent. When my parents were still there, they were full of praise for my brother's cooking skills.

"By the way, brother, what about the little one?"

After laughing for a while, Ling Ya stopped and asked with a frown.

Hearing Ling Ya's question, Lin Yuyao on the bed suddenly pricked up her ears.

She learned from the maid and the monitor that Xiao Budian was hurriedly taken out by Ling Feng. But now that Ling Feng, who was seriously injured, came back, there was no trace of Xiao Budian. She had a bad feeling in her heart.

"Ugh..."

Ling Feng's expression changed suddenly, and he sighed deeply.

Seeing the change in her brother's expression, Ling Ya's heart sank.

"It's dead..." Ling Feng said heavily.