The sick man did not answer, because he could not see, since he was a child his hearing was more sensitive than others, he could hear the slight sound of the wind in the air, a burst of peach blossom fragrance seemed to waft around him, dragging the woman's blessing, smell and taste were restored, not only that, he ......

Wen Yizhi's pale red lips opened lightly, and his clear and soft voice trickled like a stream: "Zhihua, I have recovered my sense of smell, taste and language, don't tell anyone." ”

Wen Yizhi tightened his slender black eyelashes, and the hand holding the peach blossom branch tightened, and the palm of the stem on the peach blossom branch hurt slightly, yes, dragging the woman's blessing, he can speak.

"Why? Can't the princess say it too? The puzzled painting spared his head.

"I can't." The man's voice was clear and light, without any ups and downs.

"What about my lord?" Zhihua looked troubled, the princess's master had already left a letter to the princess and left, so now there are only two people left on Yunling Mountain, and only he and Gongzi are left on Yunling Mountain, and only he knows about Gongzi's recovery, and it is a happy event to be cured, why doesn't Gongzi want people to know.

Wen Yizhi hooked the corners of his lips, and the smile on his lips seemed to be transparent: "It can't be." ”

Zhihua nodded confusedly, he is Childe's person, if Childe hadn't saved him from dying when he was a child, he would have been out of this world a long time ago, no matter what Childe said, he would have complied.

Zhihua walked up to help Childe, and said respectfully: "Childe, Zhihua understands, let's go, let's go into the house." ”

The shadow of the green hill wall, the vast world, leaving only the silhouette of a boy helping the man into the house.

A woman's gentle and breezy voice suddenly sounded in her ears: "Na, Yizhi, everyone has a secret, and what is your secret." ”

He paused.

"Childe, what's wrong?" Knowing the painting, he stopped with Childe, but Childe didn't answer him, and his blue eyes were still so empty.

The (Gu) (confused) sound resounded in Wen Yizhi's ears again, as mysterious and hazy as the cold moon in the dark night.

"Are you trying to cover up something, or do you simply not want to be healed?"

Wen Yizhi pursed his thin pale red lips, and his jaw line became a little stiff.

"Childe, what's wrong with you? Don't be afraid of painting. ”

When Wen Yizhi came back to his senses, there was only the anxious cry of Zhihua and the slight sound of the wind, the sick beautiful man shook his head, and the smile on the corner of his lips was clear and soft like a light rain at the end of April: "It's okay, let's go in." ”

The wind blows down, the peach blossoms fall, and the man's sick and soft back seems to be integrated with the scenery, which is beautiful and picturesque.

No one saw it, and the smile on the man's lips was fading until it was gone.

Why heal me?

I was, damn it.

Maple Valley

What do you do when there are drops of blood on TV? Will you panic? Yes.

It was the most brutal weapon of the Qing Dynasty, but who was Yun Qiange? She is the best agent of the 21st century, and after a brief moment of panic, she instantly calms down and calmly defends herself to the enemy.

Once these drops of blood are covered with heads, death is assured! If you want to get out of the predicament, you can only keep these drops of blood from getting close.

It suddenly occurred to me that there was a Haotian Enchantment in the Feng Maiden's mental method, but it was still in the third layer of force, and the Haotian Enchantment was a fourth-layer mental method, and it was not easy to break through.

Yun Qiange gritted his teeth, and pulled Shangguan Ning and Wei Ran behind him, no matter what, if you try, you will die, if you don't try, you will die, fight!