In the dead of night, Shui Miaomiao slowly woke up, and before she opened her eyes, she could hear the unique sound of insects at night, as well as the sound of candles exploding.

Finally, it was not as dead and silent as a few nights ago, Shui Miaomiao slowly opened her eyes, and there was a candle not far away from the dim lights around her.

Shui Miaomiao sat up slowly, and realized that this was not in the east room, but in Fu Lingjun's Hongyuxuan?

In other words, what kind of taste is in my mouth.

Shui Miaomiao stretched out her tongue, and she didn't know how to describe the strange taste in her mouth, which was faint but densely covered in the entire mouth and sticky, and she couldn't have an aftertaste, and it made people sick when she tasted it.

"Vomit~~"

Shui Miaomiao patted her tongue, no, she had to find some water and wash it.

Standing up, or getting out of bed in a hurry, a little dizzy.

Shui Miaomiao closed her eyes and slowed down for a while, walked towards the coffee table, passed by the circle chair on the side, and focused on the taste in her mouth Shui Miaomiao's strange behavior took a big step.

On the couch shrouded in darkness, Fu Lingjun opened his eyes, his gaze moved with Shui Miaomiao, what did she mean by that action just now?

A pot of herbal tea was poured out by Shui Miao as a mouthwash.

But the taste in her mouth seems to be even stranger, Shui Miaomiao, who is searching for the water source again, unfastens her collar easily, and she doesn't know what's going on, she doesn't feel cold when she wakes up, but she panics hotly.

It's not the heat of sweating, it's the irritability that comes out of her heart, Shui Miaomiao simply took off her coat.

Where is the water?

In a moment of irritability, Shui Miaomiao was about to use the technique of resisting water to summon some water for herself, but as soon as she used her spiritual power, the spiritual power flowed through the meridians as if they were instantly twisted together.

fell to the ground, Shui Miao held on to the coffee table, and her body hurt from the inside to the outside, and she only broke out in a cold sweat.

She knew that even if she wasn't cold, she wouldn't be much better, and now she couldn't use her spiritual power at all.

With a sigh, Shui Miaomiao got up from the ground and walked out the door.

When the door was opened, the breeze blew through, but it couldn't take away half of the heat on Shui Miaomiao's body.

Pick up the peach blossoms that have been dropped by the wind on the steps, put them in your mouth and chew them to cover the slimy taste in your mouth.

There are so many peach blossoms, and I don't know if I can bear a few peaches.

Shui Miaomiao thought casually, and spit out the peach blossoms that were already bitter in her mouth.

She seemed to have come to relieve the shyness of the flowers, but did she seem to be unable to smell the fragrance of peach blossoms in the forest as always.

Fu Lingjun seems to say that he will drink a few more doses, and he will successfully make himself unconscious for a long time after taking the medicine. Shui Miaomiao fanned the wind with her hands.

She was still hot, hot and hot, and she felt like she was about to burn from the inside out, and for some reason Shui Miaomiao suddenly wanted to move.

Shui Miao jumped down the steps, and practiced the Xuanyi Gui Muscle Gong by the moonlight at night, only until the sweat fascinated her eyes, and the hot feeling dissipated a little.

Shui Miao Miao was unconsciously poured with so many great supplements, and it was difficult for her body to consume them for a while, but it was only a matter of time.

If Shui Miaomiao continued to faint unconsciously, those superfluous aura would dissipate with the passage of time.

But now, even if Shui Miao Miao didn't use her mental method, a large amount of movement was also absorbing, and Fu Lingjun's original intention was to waste the aura.

Lying on the ground without any image and resting for a while, after the feeling of burning up came back again, Shui Miaomiao got up.

Because she couldn't use her spiritual power, Shui Miao broke half of the peach wood branch and used it as a sword.

Holding the sword, the Qingyan sword technique has been practiced extremely skillfully on Tianyuan Peak, and today without using spiritual power, Shui Miaomiao seems to have a different understanding.

Without spiritual power, Qingyan can't appear, and at this moment, the peach branches streak across the night sky, faintly smelling of burning, I didn't expect that sometimes the practice is still quite interesting.

In order to eliminate the heat in her heart, after refining the sword technique and practicing the sword technique, Shui Miao Miao was very busy.

Fu Lingjun, who was loaded with wood on the couch, sat up straight at some point, Sanshui looked a little crazy and squeamish at first glance, but he was unexpectedly tenacious······

The sky was slightly bright, and Shui Miao leaned on the handrail on the steps, half-squinting.

She was tired and not tired, psychologically telling her that she should be tired, but physically she was extremely excited, obviously she couldn't hold the peach branch just now.

So is hyperactivity and heat also a side effect of damage to the soul?

It's better than shivering with cold.

Shui Miaomiao comforted herself, tried to summon a little water, moistened her throat, better than last night, the water fell smoothly into her mouth, although it was accompanied by a throbbing pain in her head, but she could barely bear it.

I don't know who is on the stage today, but she was already very powerless yesterday.

After adjusting her mentality, Shui Miaomiao got up and walked towards Hongyuxuan, fetched water and washed, then held back the restlessness in her heart, picked up the coat that was thrown on the ground and put it on.

She should look very dignified now, as long as she doesn't die, Shui Miaomiao won't forget her central idea.

There is a small kitchen in the Red Rain Pavilion, and there is a blackened medicine stove on the stove.

"What are you going to cook for?"

Shui Miaomiao pinched her nose and threw the medicine stove out the window, now is the time for her to show her skills, how does that sentence come to 'If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first grab his stomach'

Although Shui Miaomiao doesn't agree with this sentence very much, how does love have anything to do with laundry and cooking?

Shui Miaomiao, who was squatting next to the couch, looked too warm, and Fu Lingjun, who was pretending to be asleep, couldn't bear to slowly open his eyes, "Sanshui?"

Shui Miaomiao, who was smiling like a flower, threw herself to the side of the couch, "Fu Lingjun Zao, I really troubled you yesterday, I prepared breakfast and put it on the table, remember to eat it while it is hot." ”

"Uh, thanks. Shui Miaomiao's smile was too dazzling, Fu Lingjun didn't react for a while, and was quickly helped up by Shui Miaomiao.

"I should still have a competition today, maybe it will be more difficult, will I come later than yesterday?"

"Still coming?"

Shui Miaomiao's eyes widened, and she said suspiciously: "Baihua shame hasn't been solved yet, didn't Fu Lingjun say that you need to drink a few more doses of that medicine?"

It seems that yes, Fu Lingjun nodded, and Shui Miaomiao, who was mainly anti-guest, made him a little uncomfortable.

"Then I'll go to morning class first!"

Shui Miaomiao tilted her head, pretending to be cute, blinked, and jumped away.

She felt that Fu Lingjun seemed to like to look into her eyes and knew where her advantages were, of course, she had to give full play to them.

looked at the back of Shui Miaomiao's departure.

Fu Lingjun's face turned red, and he covered his face with his hands, what is this!

"The girl is gone, I seem to smell the porridge that my mother cooked. ”

Fu Lingjun raised his hand and tore off a talisman, and the craftsman with white eyes showed his figure, "You know how to eat, it's been a long time since I've seen my mother, do you remember?"

Halfway through his words, Fu Lingjun looked at the steaming table on the table, and it seemed that the fragrance was really a little like the porridge cooked by his mother······

The eyes of the two fell on each other, and Fu Lingjun quickly fixed the craftsman in place, and then unhurriedly straightened his clothes, sat in a wheelchair, and drove towards the table.