Thinking of the fake medicine, Zhao Fuling's face instantly straightened.

looked at Li Jingmo lying on the bed, and didn't know how to speak for a while.

In today's situation, you have to worry if you have a seizure, and you have to worry if you don't have a seizure.

It's a dilemma.

Zhao Fuling paced a few words in the room, estimated the time, and felt that it was still early, so she said, "I'll wait, if you have nothing to do, it's best, it's estimated that it's just a pair of medicines that won't have any effect, and I will drink two more pairs tomorrow to see the effect."

Li Jingmo was very obedient and responded well.

Zhao Fuling sat down at the table again and began to play boredly with the wick of the oil lamp.

Ying Qi can't do anything else, but the ability to store this thing is not small.

After the oil lamps burned out that night, she thought that Li Jingmo had no more lighting here, and when she didn't want to decoction the medicine, she found more than a dozen spare oil lamps by the small stove.

These oil lamps are of different sizes, old and new, and they should come from all over the place, including palace people and masters.

The amount is so large that even if you don't save a little bit, it will be enough to use it for two months. c

The wick was picked up, the flame jumped very high, and Zhao Fuling pressed it down idly.

After a few times, sleepiness struck, and she fell asleep with one hand on her cheeks.

The sound of dripping water under the eaves stopped, and the courtyard outside was quiet.

Li Jingmo didn't feel sleepy, and quietly listened to Zhao Ling's long breathing.

It wasn't until everything was silent, and the belated pain of being cut off by insects and ants struck slowly and heavily.

With a dizziness in his mind, Li Jingmo suddenly felt like a patient with a serious injury that had not yet recovered, resting on the waves, rising and falling with the storm.

The monsters of the sea were tearing at his flesh, the thunder clouds on the sea were destroying his bones, and he was forcibly pressed into the water, and countless seawater poured into it, trying to drown him in the whirlpool.

He struggled desperately, but the more he struggled, the more to no avail, only to feel that the dark clouds had fallen, obscuring his last hope of survival.

Until, a soft, warm hand, interspersed through the dark clouds of black pressure, pushed away the damp and suffocating seawater, and held him firmly.

Li Jingmo opened his eyes suddenly.

There was darkness in front of him, a familiar hollow black abyss.

But he could hear the subtle movement of the people next to him, and someone sat next to him, holding his hand tightly.

Zhao Fuling was awakened.

The rain outside the house had long since stopped, and there were rare stars hanging in the night sky, and she immediately opened her eyes when she heard Li Jingmo whispering on the bed.

As soon as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his wrist was grabbed by the other party.

Zhao Fuling reflexively retracted, but even her hands were restrained.

Li Jingmo's hands were very cold, and they touched each other suddenly, as if their palms were filled with the cold ice and snow in winter, which made people's backs numb.

Zhao Fuling looked over and saw that his slender fingers like bamboo knots were a little pale because of the force, and even the back of his hand was clearly veined.

He was like a drowning man, clutching at the last straw.

Zhao Fuling didn't move again, just looked at Li Jingmo quietly.

Sweat soaked the hair on his forehead, and even the white silk that covered his eyes was wet, as if it had been fished out of water.

The good-looking lips were pursed into a straight line, and a few traces of blood spilled from the corners of the lips unconsciously.

Zhao Fuling's pupils shrank, and before she could speak, Li Jingmo suddenly turned around and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Lingling was vigorously pulled aside by him, and the whole person almost threw herself on the bed.

Turning his head again, the dark black blood fell to the ground, splashing a circle of blood stains on the side of Zhao Fuling's skirt, like a swaying and bewitching flower dotted on the skirt.

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