After the "marrow sucking" was completed, Guan Mo's face faded and he regained a little bit of vitality, Guan Daiyu couldn't help but be overjoyed, and pounced, but Guan Mo was far from waking up, he hurriedly wiped the blood, dressed again, and occasionally wiped a handful of new tears.

Shen Fengming felt that his body was a little stiff - it was too much of the stiffness that had been poured into his body at once. He had to sit a little longer, but for a moment and a half, he really couldn't slow down, and now he turned around and waited to call okra - anyway, it was not too much to ask her to help him at this time?

But this time - she was not in the house.

"Where's okra?" he blurted out.

Guan Daiyu noticed the whereabouts of okra and shook his head to indicate that he didn't know. Shen Fengming was a little anxious, so he got up and said, "You look at your uncle first, if there is anything wrong with him when he wakes up, come and call me again." Then he hurried out.

"That, if my uncle ......" Guan Daiyu wanted to say what if my uncle still wanted to die, but he also knew that he shouldn't ask Shen Fengming about this, not to mention that Shen Fengming was gone after Shen Fengming finished speaking.

Okra is not outside the house. Shen Fengming asked the door, and learned that okra had left in a hurry for some reason, with a strange expression. How could he guess what the scene would make her think about in her heart, and before she could ask more, she hurriedly chased after the east building.

But I asked the servant woman in the east building, and okra never came back.

Shen Fengming's heart hung a little. Although he tried his best to stay by Okra's side, if today-because Guan Mo had neglected her-he didn't dare to think deeply, and he didn't dare to make a noise for a while, so he only turned his head to look elsewhere.

My body was a little chilly, and my eyes were a little black. What he absorbed from Guan Mo's body was not only the poison of the Ice Gu this time, but also the Gu power that he had obtained from so many years of cultivation, although he had the poison of the Netherfly as a basis, but this poison was enough to make him top-heavy for a while. After running a few more steps, his body did not warm up, but the coldness spread into his limbs, and the whole person seemed to be enveloped in cold mist, so that he trembled all over.

As he walked around to the middle garden in one breath, he saw her—a white cloak as faint as the hazy moon when he had returned. She sat alone on the circular span of the middle garden, half of her face illuminated by the light of a still lantern.

A raised heart suddenly let go, and a raised qi suddenly sank, Shen Fengming opened his mouth, originally to say, "Why did you come here alone", but-he didn't even say it, "How are you ......" He only said two words, his knees and legs were weak, his throat was dumb, and the huge Gu poison force still overwhelmed him, and his staggering and falling posture was extremely embarrassing.

"Shen Fengming?" Of course okra found him. Although she wanted to avoid him before she "ran away" alone, the way she met was so unexpected that she forgot her original intention for a while, and subconsciously wanted to follow him - but of course she couldn't, she was no longer the okra of the past, and she still had time to move her body, so she could only watch him fall to the ground very indecently, and she was a little stunned for a while.

Shen Fengming stretched out his hand to support the ground—he still had to stand up. This station is also difficult, although it is up, but the foothold is unstable, as if it is about to fall again. Seeing him stumbling, Okra didn't dare to slack off any longer, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but before she could speak, a whole canopy of cold air hit her face, and she was startled, "Why are you so cold?"

"Ice Gu, it's more powerful than I thought......" Shen Fengming couldn't help but shudder twice as he spoke, "It's too cold...... We...... Go back first......" His voice trembled, and his lips seemed to change color.

"You're not saying you're going to be okay, I'm ...... I just saw that you were nothing, and I just ......" okra wanted to explain, but she knew in her heart that her "saying goodbye" was of course very wrong, and the reason was even more absurd, and she didn't feel it. At this time, the Gu poison attack was in full swing, and Shen Fengming reluctantly walked back with her, but he couldn't say a word-it may not necessarily be dangerous, just like the netherworld that night-even though it may be safe in the end, but the pain of life on the night of poisoning is inevitable after all.

"Is it still cold......? Does it matter?" Okra felt a little guilty, and even more anxious about the unknown good luck. This question is also redundant. - Of course it's cold. Although Shen Fengming shook his head, the cloak became tighter and tighter.

"Is that better?" Okra leaned over and put a pair of hands around him. She hugged it so softly that Shen Fengming was stunned for a moment, thinking it was an illusion.

He turned his head to look at her, and he was convinced—she was holding him. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, obviously genuinely worried. He knew that she didn't think much about anything, but his heart suddenly didn't know where to go—he hadn't been able to hug her so many times, and now—she had picked it up herself?

He looked at her attentively, and the whole person was flickering, walking bumping and tumbling, as if he had lost weight, but the trembling of his body was much less. Okra also felt that it was useful, and secretly put his mind at ease, "Go back in a while, and ask Li Wenzhong to ask someone to prepare two more quilts for you......"

She suddenly let out a soft "hmm" - before she realized what had happened, Shen Fengming's lips touched hers, cold as a cold spring. She never thought that he would suddenly kiss her on the road, but in fact-the distance between the two was no more than one side of his neck, and if Shen Fengming could still bear it, it would probably not be Shen Fengming.

She panicked. Not panicked—his old indulgence—but panicked—his own changing balance. She imagined that she should have to dodge, but she didn't, and she couldn't—as long as she chose to hold this pair of hands close to him, refusing to let go of the body that needed her warmth, and refusing to abandon him to suffer from the cold alone.

"No need to ......" Shen Fengming's shallow breath blew on the wing of her nose, "You're here...... What the...... You don't have to ......."

It's just a stop. All the lights were dimmed. All the rumors have died away. The cold soaking through the heavy coat seeped into her chest and clung to him, and the coldness penetrated her throat and heart and lungs from her lips and tongue. She didn't know when he had reached out a hand, holding her firmly in front of her as if she were afraid of her escaping—the whole body and mind, in an instant, were already his breath.

She closed her eyes and did not dare to look at him—she could not imagine which one was more shameless than having acquiesced in such a kiss and not resisting, or having been touched on the back by him, and how should she pretend from now on—that everything was still the same as before?

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If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't even walk steadily, Shen Fengming would definitely pick up the okra and carry it back to the East Building.

But now, I can only be honest, half-supported and half-hugged by her, and I always go back.

When he approached the courtyard, he still played a trick on his heart, and said that he would go to the east tower to see Master Jinghui Tai Ke - he wanted her to see his current situation, but what could he do to get better quickly. In fact, Jinghui certainly didn't know more than him, even if she had profound internal strength, she didn't have any way to deal with the Gu poison in the Phantom Realm—at least it couldn't be stronger than the Nether Poison on his body. But okra didn't doubt that he was there—she was in a trance all the way, and she didn't think about it, so she went up to the east building with him. Shen Fengming and Jinghui met each other, but if there was no good plan, they could only move around less and rest earlier, so some expected words.

The two of them went out of Jinghui's door, and Shen Fengming changed his hand and entered the okra house - this was his original intention. "Mrs. Shi said, 'Move around less and rest earlier'. He was very lazy, "I can't go to the South Building." I'll lend you here for a night's sleep. ”

Okra thought for a moment, "It's okay too. Even if you go back to the South Tower, I will look at you the same. ”

Shen Fengming didn't expect her to be so serious, and she didn't feel interesting for a while. He was cold and dizzy all the time, and it was really the limit to force him back, and the only thing he could do was to fall asleep, but he was reluctant to give up her rare intimacy, and he refused to stop. But okra—he really had a hard time believing it, and when did okra become so cunning—he didn't believe that she couldn't hear what he meant, but he actually learned to "advance as retreat"?

He will not admit defeat and will not be polite. "That's what you said. He really went to her bed and lay down on her, pulled her quilt up, and secretly looked at her reaction-if you want to compete with the thickness of the skin, of course, okra can't compare to his.

Okra only said: "You have a good rest first, and I'll ask someone to burn a charcoal pot for you." He turned around and walked away.

Shen Fengming wanted to say something, but he couldn't call her. Unexpectedly, she was serious, and he could only hug the quilt and wait for her to come back—lying like this, with his head on the pillow, the person was relaxed, and the pain and fatigue all poured out, and it was difficult to even think about it now.

The servant woman downstairs didn't know the beginning and the end, only saw Okra and Shen Fengming hugging and going up to the east building, and they gathered together to talk about it, and suddenly saw Okra returning to the corridor, hurriedly put away her laughter, and stepped forward to answer the words, one answered to get the charcoal quilt, and the other went upstairs to clean up the cold rice that had been left on the table for her.

"I'll come. Okra intentionally or unintentionally blocked the door, turned around and cleaned up the table, and handed the dishes and chopsticks to the servant. The servant woman didn't dare to enter without her permission, so she could only peek in through the door, but there was no light in the house, and she couldn't tell if Shen Fengming was still there, so she was not disappointed.

Okra didn't know what was going on in the hearts of these servants, but there was still no expression on her face, and she closed the door and waited in front of the porch. After a while, one of the two servants hugged two quilts and the other prepared some hot water, and said, "I haven't prepared a charcoal basin at this time, and I'm going to arrange it, so the girl will stay for a while." She said, "Forget it." That's all it would be nice to have. ”

Seeing that her expression was light and natural, the servant woman felt a little ashamed of herself, and she didn't dare to think about it anymore, so she said goodbye without a word.

It's the time scene again - it should be the fastest time for Shen Fengming to recover from his poisonous injuries. Okra lit the lamp first, and then hugged the quilt to the bed, "If there is no coal, you will just have some, just cover ......"

Before she could finish speaking, she was silent. Shen Fengming - seems to be asleep?

It was still too cold to think about it, and he wrapped the quilt very tightly around his body. Okra didn't say anything more, but carefully covered the new quilt with him layer by layer, and then took the stool at the end of the bed and sat aside. He slept a lot in the past two days, but he slept less, and if the new poison caused by the "marrow sucking" today could make him sleep deeply—even if he was too lazy to occupy her bed, she would not have slept in vain.

- That's true: even if he went back to the south building to sleep, she still didn't feel at ease and wanted to follow. If it is necessary to make a joke be seen, then what is the difference between being in one's own house and being in his?

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Another year has passed so soon...... February 14 of the previous year [319: The Hand of the Execution], February 14 of the previous year [372: Leaf Falling Sycamore], plus this year's ...... Uh, I didn't mean to hide the easter eggs, just by the way.

Please look forward to next year. Happy New Year.