"What, scared? If you're afraid, you don't go. The old man of Destiny snorted, if this apprentice didn't go, she would look down on her, how could her apprentice be a nest.

Yun Qiange also snorted coldly, her temper was as stubborn as Destiny, and an arrogant kingly aura permeated her body, and there were stars flashing in Yun Qiange's eyes: "Afraid? There is only what I don't want in this world, and there is nothing I can't get. ”

The old man of Destiny nodded with satisfaction, and sure enough, he was a good apprentice she fancied, arrogant, arrogant, and arrogant. And the princess, of course, also has these capitals!

"I'm going out tomorrow, and I don't know how long it will take to come back, well, you stay here, I've already prepared all the medicine and brought it to Zhihua, you have to take it on time." On the grass, there are still those two figures, the woman in front and the man in the back.

Hearing that she was leaving, he was a little reluctant, he nodded obediently, but he couldn't say that he would stay, nor could he let her take him with him, so he would be a burden wherever he went.

Wen Yizhi held the silver thread and held it little by little with both hands.

"Hey, you."

Yun Qiange was pulled by the silver thread and had to get close to him.

He rubbed it through the silver thread to find her hand, and his jade-clear fingertips wrote a word in her palm: Wait.

Wait? He said wait until she came back......

The flowers and branches are fluttering, and the birds are flapping their wings.

In a trance, Yun Qiange suddenly sounded, and the second brother touched her head and said to her dotingly: Wait for you to come back.

Her heart was warm, and in the midst of the peach blossoms, she took out a bag of things from her sleeve and put it in the palm of his hand, and her voice was as good as the sun: "Now that your sense of smell and taste has recovered, I am afraid that you will feel that the medicine is very bitter, this is some halva I bought when I went down the mountain to buy it yesterday, and I will eat one when I feel that the medicine is bitter in the future." “

After Yun Qiange finished speaking, he pulled the man silently with silver wire, and couldn't help but think as he walked: "Everyone hopes that their illness can be cured as soon as possible, and the only one who doesn't hope so much is you stupid." ”

It's been a year, and she and he have gradually gotten used to this way of getting along, she talks to herself, he listens silently, occasionally bends his lips and smiles, and occasionally nods his head in response.

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"Speaking of this arbutin fruit, this hundred-year-old fruit has three days to bear fruit, the last time I got this arsoside fruit is the martial arts of the world's charm, this arsoside fruit is a holy thing, charm Ji lived to be 100 years old until she died is like a flower girl-like delicate face." Still in the inn, as soon as the storyteller set up a table in the hall, he began to talk about old things again, and the audience below listened with great interest, and occasionally said a few words to his companions.

"Senior sister, can we really get arbutin fruit? You look at the inn is full of people who plan to go to Fengxia Valley, and our martial arts can't beat the iron sand gate, are you sure that we are not going to die? A good-looking woman in a white dress and veil was pulling the sleeve of the senior sister beside her, looking at the inn with dark eyes, and asked in a worried whisper.

"You don't care if you fight, but it's all the master's order, and we are good when we come." Although the woman who was called the senior sister did not look very old, she was obviously much calmer than the woman in the white dress, and she was a tolerant person.

"How many of you are going to Maple Valley?" An elegant man who was angry and bookish asked politely but politely, with a gentlemanly taste.