Later, it seemed that he knew that it was useless, so Miao Hua went directly into the quilt, hugged Wen Xien, and transferred his warm body temperature.

The color of the futon was bright red, but Wen Xien's exposed face was as white as snow, and the two extreme colors collided together, and there was a ghostly Feiyan, like a fairy who would suck people's yang energy.

She seemed to be sleepy, and her long, thick eyelashes hung low, covering half of her pretty eyes.

Just as her eyelids were about to go down, the child whispered and gently woke her up.

"Wenxien, you can't sleep ......"

"You look so bad, is there anything wrong with your body?"

The pale lips were slightly blue, and Wen Xien didn't seem to notice that something was wrong with his body, but he felt very cold and sleepy.

She pursed her lips and bent slightly, and the curvature of the hook was extremely soft: "No, there is no discomfort." ”

Of course, Miao Hua didn't believe it, he took Wen Xien's hand and slowly stretched it up, hesitated for a long time, and finally reached her pulse.

The movement of the pulse was weak, if absent, and in addition, her arterial blood pressure dropped to eight, pulse

The beat is fast and weak, and the heart rhythm is irregular.

Her health is so bad, like a magnolia flower that is about to wither.

This is also the reason why he didn't dare to look at Wen Xien's pulse before, as if his ears were blocked, and he couldn't hear the bell.

When did he also become a fool who covered his ears and stole the bell?

You can only deceive yourself.

Clearly......

Obviously, no matter how good he looked before, maybe he could wait for a few years, all because of these pariahs!

It's all because of them!

If they hadn't pushed Wen Sheen to this point, Wen Sheen wouldn't have become what he is now.

An uncontrollable emotion of resentment churned in his heart, and hatred was recorded in Miao Hua's heart like a knife.

This is not the emotion of a person who cultivates the right path, but also to a defenseless mortal.

On the path of monasticism, there is a rule that you cannot use mana against mortals.

Miao Hua has been extremely shallow since he was born, otherwise he would not choose ruthlessness.

This kind of surging negative emotions was the first time he felt it, resentment, unwillingness, anger, everything, he felt it very clearly.

But it's more of a sense of powerlessness, and now he can't do anything, he can only watch.

God seems to be trying to punish him, to punish him for being a cold bystander, and to punish him for his indifference.

Someone suddenly rubbed his head, Miao Hua subconsciously raised his head, and saw Wen Xien's pale and sickly face.

Her brow furrowed because of him, and her tone was soft and worried: "Why are you crying......"

Miao Hua was stunned, he blinked his dry eyes, and then realized that his eyes didn't know when they were red, unconscious.

The child's face was thin and black, and his eyes were scarlet, "You're not going to leave me, are you?" ”

Wen Xien didn't seem to expect him to ask such a question, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, and there was no one to accompany him to know his body better, so she couldn't guarantee it.

The long silence seemed to make the child particularly uneasy, and he couldn't help but grasp Wen Xi'an's hand as if he were grasping the moon at the bottom of the sea.

"You speak......"

Said yes, said that he would not leave me, said that he would wait for me.

Under the child's ardent expectant gaze, Wen Xien really couldn't tell the white lie, his pale lips pursed, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were like camellias that were about to bloom from spring to March, so dazzling, like colorful satin.

Her long eyelashes hid the sadness and melancholy in her eyes.

Wen Xien seemed to see the child's dependence and uneasiness, and directly pointed out the answer.

"In this world, no one can live without anyone, and the road behind must be walked on their own."

The heart was like being entangled in an invisible net, and it became tighter and tighter until it made him feel painful.

Miao Hua was not a five-year-old child, and he clearly understood the meaning of Wen Xien's words.

He was a little angry, but he magnanimously forgave Wen Xien because he would never allow Wen Xien to leave.

The child silently got into Wen Xi'en's cold arms, his small body exuded heat, Wen Xien sighed, and finally said nothing.

The man boiled the water quickly, and it didn't take long for him to get better, he poured all the hot water into the wooden bucket, and went to bring a basin of cold water while feeling the temperature inside the wooden barrel.

The weather gradually became hotter, and the man was wearing a black cloth shirt, and the sleeves were folded up, revealing strong arms, perhaps because of the boiling water just now, and the hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat.

He was tall and strong, and his big rough palms stirred the hot water that had just been poured into the barrel, as if he couldn't feel the heat, and tried to pour some cold water into it, and when it was almost time, he got up and walked to Wen Xi'an's side.

scraped off the futon on Wen Xien's body, and then he was about to help Wen Xien undress, but he paused as soon as he touched Wen Xien's clothes, and then glanced at the child with narrow dark eyes.

"You, go make porridge."

Miao Hua was about to laugh angrily, he stared at the man's rough hands, eager to chop it with a knife.

But Wen Xien just coughed again at this time, and his pale face was smeared with a sickly flush, Miao Hua looked extremely distressed, he knew that he couldn't care about these at this time, so he had to go to the stove room fiercely.

When the time comes, when he recovers his true body, he will gouge out this man's eyes and cut off his hands.

Wen Xien was in a daze, and she felt that someone was taking off her clothes, which was really a big jump.

The nerves that had been sleepy became tense, and the delicate fingers of the green onion square root grabbed the man's dark and rough hand, stopping his movements.

"I'll ...... it myself," Wen Xien said quickly.

The temperature on the man's hand was very hot, and I don't know if it was because he touched the hot water just now, but Wen Xien, who was hot, couldn't help but shrink his fingers.

She lowered her head uncomfortably, and the man's dark eyes looked at her face, and the figure was reflected in her eyes, and her dark pupils seemed to be getting deeper and deeper, like a hot fire beating warmly in it.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became very delicate.

Wen Xien's spirit was not very good, so he didn't notice it for a while, but he vaguely felt that the man's breathing had become a little heavy.

The wide, rough palm slowly swamped up, without any aggression, and controlled her neck, and the temperature was too high for her to shrink her neck.

"Brother Guo......"

Guo Zhenfei saw Wen Xien's frequently trembling eyelashes, like a remnant wing, waving his wings desperately, fragile and lovable, but it was also easier to arouse the desire to distort and destroy in human nature.

(End of chapter)