"That's—"

"Stop nagging, heal my wounds quickly!" Yun Miao pointed to his wounds.

"Hey." As soon as Hou Xi saw Yun Miao's appearance, he couldn't help but laugh. Come and lie down."

"Oh."

"This messy bandaging isn't good, but it's a good way to protect the wound." He untied the white cloth, "Your ears have been severely traumatized, and some of the cartilage veins have fallen off and died. It must have been an embarrassing struggle for you, right? I will replace the cartilage on your ears with a black tea wood shape. After Hou Xi finished speaking, he walked to the door curtain and called the workers to order the medicinal herbs.

Yun Miao didn't listen carefully, and lay down, "Whenever I see your healer's white nails, it's very uncomfortable...... By the way, Lan is outside, I haven't seen her for a long time, so you can go see her too."

Houxi walked in and put the herbs into the medicine pot while he began to carve the small black wooden block with great skill. It's true, it's been a long time, how did you get here, or how did you meet?"

"It's complicated, but you better don't ask her," Yun Miao began to yawn.

Houxi suddenly asked, "How is Nanzhen?"

"Not optimistic, when I left, Wu Geng was trying his best to control him, but his symptoms only seemed to be worse."

Houxi put down the wooden block, held the medicine pot with a rag, and poured the medicinal soup into the bowl: "If this continues, even Wu Geng, who is called the perfect inheritance of the demon dragon bloodline, will not be able to completely suppress him, and the entire town will be destroyed by him sooner or later."

"So what, even if the town that has long been abandoned is destroyed, nothing will change."

Houxi suddenly smiled and handed over the medicinal soup. Haha, it's just a joke, my 'Dream Building Technique' has been completed, and since Bi Lan is here, he won't have to endure that pain until the three of us go back before the end of the year."

"No, don't! You're just going to ruin him! The relationship between dreams and 'obstacles', words, and even strength and skill is not yet clear in this world."

Hou Xi played with a funny expression, "It's just that I didn't expect that your habits still haven't changed.

"I want you to take care of it!" Yun Miao took it and gulped it down.

"How's it going?" asked Houxi.

Yun Miao made a disgusted expression: "Oh! It's bitter, smelly, and unpleasant."

"Hee-hee, that's right." Houxi looks like he likes to see.

"Do you need to wash your hands?"

"It's troublesome, and it's so small that only a needle is needed." Houxi proudly showed his white nails, "And my skillful hands."

Yun Miao looked at the smoke stove and sighed, "Why are you still absorbing Yinli Huatuo?"

"Because I'm already stuck in it, but fortunately, my constitution doesn't allow me to be affected by its bad side.

"Yes, when I was in Nanzhen, I made up my mind to quit," Yun Miao said, actually a little sleepy, and closed her eyes weakly.

"Really." Houxi picked up the utensils and roasted them slowly on the stove.

Yun Miao fell into a stupor, and stopped talking.

"The medicinal materials of the scarlet soup are extracted from the mountain mandala, it has the effects of fixing asthma, dispelling wind, anesthesia and relieving pain, etc., but in this effect, once you continue to smell the smell of silver Lihuatuo, there will be strange side effects, it will make people fall into the deepest part of the heart, the most unforgettable part of the best memory, have a good time, I hate your lazy, cold appearance more and more, my friend." Houxi's expression began to darken.

Some people are like that.

I'd rather worry about it for a lifetime.

I don't want to be brave once and say it out loud.

They go back and forth and always get back to square one.

They thought so much about it that they didn't even get anything done.

extremely

And now the times have changed.

Back and forth, going round and round, everything is as in the past, yesterday.

Remembering the past,

Just like back then,

Fanghua boy,

He looked far away at the clouds and the other side of the mountains,

There seems to be no end in sight.

But it feels empty.

It's like a dream.

It's just that the virtual and the real are really that important?

A loud shout.

"Ah~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!h~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!hhhhhh

The sudden and continuous shouting made the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy lose his balance and fall to the ground.

"Are you just going to stand on the embankment here and watch the view?"

When the boy heard this, he only felt that the sunlight in the sky had become so dazzling.

Breathe in the moist air.

Sky.

There are blue ones, and clouds.

It always feels like it's been a long, many years since I've looked at the sky so carefree.

The leaves of the trees at the edge of the forest swayed.The crickets chirped and danced in the grass.The breeze blew away in his ears and stroked his childish face.The light blue sky floated lazily floating clouds, and the mist gently shrouded.It seemed to be dancing a kite with a broken string.The birds in the green shade whispered, and the dragonflies under the embankment spread their wings and swayed, resting outside the turquoise water mirror.

Everything is so familiar,

There is still hope

The familiar sight in front of him touched his complex heartstrings.

Here it is—

South-South Town!

He found himself lying upside down on the dam of the reservoir,

"How come?" the young man turned his head excitedly, and hesitated towards the source of the sound.

White dress and white dress.

Like the wind.

Flying insects whisper the sound of midsummer.

His lithe figure set off her white dress that blew in the wind.

She looks puzzled, her breasts are not too protruding, her hair is knotted, and her appearance may not be beautiful enough, but she is very sweet, and she exudes an elegant girl.

"What are you talking about?

No!"Arou!?Why are you here?" Yun Miao's brows twitched slightly.

"What's wrong?" said Arou, tilting her head.

Yun Miao thought about it, and her mind went blank: "Ah! I forgot."

"The elder told me to come to you!"

Yun Miao began to yawn when he heard this, and the fat elder's rambling words directly infected his nerves.

Arou looked at him silently.

Yun Miao also looked at Ah Rou silently.

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"Don't look! you're not going?" Arou flicked his head with a laugh.

"Oh!"

"Wait a minute, get the collar around your neck."

"Trouble, forget it." Yun Miao smiled lightly, although he was smiling, he felt inexplicably sad.

"What's the trouble, are you a man?" Arou grabbed his hand and walked over to him to pull his collar for him.

His eyes were blurry." Does it have something to do with the collar?"

"Why are you crying?" said Arou, with a faint sense of sorrow.

"I don't know." The young man wiped the crystal that slipped over his cheeks, and covered it with a smile: "I don't know why? I... I suddenly want to hear you sing..."

"What's wrong with you?"

The harder he laughed, the more he couldn't stop crying." Somehow, I just want to hear it! You should sing it for me."

So she sang quietly: "Just like in the past, drunk and greedy, dreaming of returning to the hospital, wandering the gods to return to the distant hometown, just like that day, wishing the lanterns, the night smoke, and the kite hand in hand with the stars."