As soon as she stepped into the utility compartment, the young woman frowned, feeling that something was wrong, she didn't even smell a trace of corpses.

It stands to reason that if the corpse is left untreated, it will begin to decompose after a maximum of three days, and the monk's corpse will decompose for a longer period, but it will not be a month without a trace of decay.

The young woman walked a few quick steps to the man, and looked at him carefully.

This look made her look change suddenly, and there was a look of disbelief in her eyes, and the person in front of her was actually much better than a month ago.

His originally swollen and swollen body had returned to normal, and there were no signs of blisters, but the scars on his hands and legs were still there, and Sensen's white bones were clearly visible.

After a moment, the young woman forcibly suppressed the shock in her heart, crouched down, and put her hand on the man's wrist.

The cold and stiff touch was indeed the same as touching a corpse, but she didn't care about it, but probed her divine sense into it.

The consciousness slowly moved through the man's body, and as it had been a month before, he didn't notice a trace of life at all.

But just as the divine consciousness wandered to the dantian, the young woman's eyes widened suddenly, and she gasped.

There was actually a faint fluctuation of spiritual power coming out of the dantian, although the fluctuation of spiritual power flickered and flickered, and it seemed that the next breath was about to dissipate, but it still existed.

"Is he really not dead?"

The young woman raised her right hand, her eyes constantly changing, and it was really difficult to accept this fact in her heart.

You must know that this person has been drifting in the sea for I don't know how long, and when he fished it up, he became that miserable, and obviously there was no life at all, and there were still spiritual power fluctuations in his dantian.

She had never even heard of such a thing, and it had even surpassed her understanding, and the young woman froze in place, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Dash...... Da ...... Da ......"

Just when she was stunned, there was a sound of footsteps above, and the young woman quickly came back to her senses and turned her head to look.

"Mother, why are you here?"

Xiaohu held a steaming steamed bun in his hand, approached the young woman with his head down, and said softly.

"Mother came to see him. ”

The young woman touched Xiaohu's cheek dotingly, and a soft smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Xiaohu raised his head slightly, revealing a pleading look.

"Mother, can you save him? I know he must be alive. ”

"Xiaohu, how do you know that he must be alive?"

A glimmer of light flashed in the young woman's eyes, the smile on the corner of her mouth became softer and softer, and the brilliance of motherhood made her even more beautiful.

Xiaohu pursed his lips tightly and didn't say a word, in fact, he didn't want to say it, but he didn't know how to tell the inexplicable feeling in his heart.

The young woman knew that the boy did not like to talk, and she no longer embarrassed him.

Then she flipped over and took out a bottle of plaster from the storage bag and carefully and gently applied it to the man's wound.

When she had done this, the young woman found another room with less clutter, tidied up the room, set up a bed frame, covered it with a quilt, and laid the man on it.

"Mother......

Xiaohu watched the young woman busy on the side, the corners of her mouth unconsciously showed a happy smile, and stepped forward to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Seeing Xiaohu smile, the young woman's eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, and a brilliant smile appeared on her face.

She still remembers that Xiaohu has never smiled since the unexpected fall of the child's father, and it is from then that the child has become reticent and does not like to communicate with people.

Thinking of this, the young woman turned her head to look at the man lying on the bed, and suddenly began to hope that he would wake up sooner.

Time flickered, and more than a month passed, Xiaohu still came to the utility cabin every day to deliver a steamed bun to the man, although he had never eaten it, but Xiaohu didn't know what to do for him.

The young woman would also come every once in a while to change the ointment for the man, and to her delight, after the ointment was applied, it really had some effect, and the wounds on the man's legs and arms were slowly healing.

This incident was a strange anecdote, and the other people on the ship slowly learned about it, and they all visited it a few times.

On this day, Xinmei heard that the corpse came back to life more than two months ago, and couldn't help the curiosity in her heart, and pulled the young man in Xuanyi to the utility cabin.

Xinmei still had a disgusted look on her face, raised her chin slightly, and looked at the man lying on the bed.

The man was not very old, he looked to be about twenty years old, his face was delicate, his skin was fair and transparent, and there was no trace of blood.

"Brother Qi, do you think he is a monster? It's all like that, and he can still come back to life. ”

Xinmei pursed her lips, not seeing anything strange about the man, and said lightly.

The young man in Xuanyi looked flat, and he couldn't see his joy or anger, he stepped forward slowly, raised his hand and landed on the man's eyebrows, and poked out a wisp of divine consciousness inside.

Ignoring the man's body, the Divine Sense scurried around it, eventually shaking his head and withdrawing his right hand.

"This is still really a strange person, but I don't know what kind of cultivation he is, and can he wake up?"

The corners of the young man's lips were slightly hooked, revealing a smile of interest, and he murmured softly.

Xinmei glanced at the man, her face showed disdain, and then she leaned forward, fell into the arms of the young man in Xuanyi, and said with a face full of adoration.

"Looking at him, he is only twenty years old, and if he wants to come to it, he will refine qi at the most seven or eight levels, compared to Brother Qi, it is simply the difference between heaven and earth. ”

"Little beauty, why is your little mouth so sweet?"

The young man in Xuanyi listened comfortably, and immediately wrapped his hands around Xinmei's waist and took her cherry mouth directly into his mouth.

When the two were entangled here, Xiaohu walked in with a bowl of hot porridge and happened to bump into this scene.

With a bang, the hot porridge fell to the ground, and the startled two hurriedly separated.

Xinmei saw that she had been hit by Xiaohu and had a good thing, and her face was red with shame, her willow eyebrows were upside down, and she was going to slap him without saying a word.

"Xinmei. ”

Although the young man in Xuanyi was also quite embarrassed, he still stepped forward and grabbed Xinmei, gave her a look, and left in a hurry with her.

"Xinmei, although you don't treat Xiaohu as a younger brother, he is still your second mother's son after all, if you want to persuade your second mother to marry the fourth uncle, you can't make the relationship too stiff. ”

Leaving the utility compartment, the young man in Xuanyi persuaded with a helpless look on his face.

"Got it. ”

Xinmei pursed her lips and replied in a coquettish voice, and after speaking, she got into the arms of the young man in Xuanyi and rubbed provocatively.

In the utility compartment, Xiaohu picked up the hot porridge that had not been sprinkled yet, walked to the bedside, he picked up the small spoon, slowly handed it to the man's lips, and gently put it together.

Seeing that the man's lips never opened, Xiaohu was not depressed, put the small spoon into the bowl again, refilled the spoon, and handed it to the man's lips again.

In this way, spoonful after spoonful, although the man's lips did not move at all, Xiaohu showed a smile, as if in his eyes, every spoonful had been fed into the man's mouth just now.

After a stick of incense, Xiaohu put down the porridge bowl with satisfaction, took out a silk handkerchief, and gently wiped the corner of the man's lips.

But just as he was wiping, he suddenly saw the man's lips move, Xiaohu subconsciously withdrew his hand, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly retreated to the door.

After a while, Xiaohu took a few deep breaths, mustered up his courage, and walked to the side of the bed again, looking at the man's face.

Xiaohu was extremely conflicted in his heart, on the one hand, he hoped that the man would wake up, and on the other hand, he was very afraid that the man would wake up.

What he needs is a friend who can't talk and can't move, but he doesn't want this friend to never talk and move.

At this moment, the man's eyelids trembled, and he slowly lifted upward.

A dim wooden plank caught his eye, and when he moved to the left, he could see some neatly arranged debris.

Suddenly, a young hand broke out of sight, and he slowly lowered his head, but saw a young and handsome face, which had a look of unease, shyness, fear, curiosity, and so on.

"You saved me?"

The man's lips squirmed with difficulty, and an inaudible word came out.

There was silence in the room, and when Xiaohu heard this, he lowered his head and hesitated for a long time, and replied in a low voice.

"It was my mother who saved you. ”

"Thank you. ”

The man tugged at the corners of his mouth, raised a slight arc, and said in a low voice.

After speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, wanting to mobilize his divine sense to probe his body, but to his shock, he was actually unable to mobilize his divine sense.

All of a sudden, a bad premonition came over him, and his mind sank, and he fell into a coma again.

This man was Qiao Yuan, who was calculated by Luo Hongxuan and was finally sucked into the spatial crack.

After he entered the spatial crack, the pain of his body being torn apart instantly made him dizzy, and when he woke up, he saw the scene just now.

Joe didn't know where he was, what he had been through, and how bad his body was.

Seeing Qiao Yuan unconscious again, the complicated emotions on his face immediately dissipated, revealing a panicked look, and hurriedly grabbed his hand and shook it.

"Wake up...... Wake up...... Wake up......"

After calling for a long time, but he didn't see Qiao Yuan wake up, Xiaohu lowered his head, showing a look of frustration.

After a while, as if he had thought of something, he quickly got up and ran towards the door, and not long after, a beautiful young woman returned with Xiaohu here.

The young woman didn't say a word, she directly reached out and grabbed Qiao Yuan's wrist and probed carefully.

"It's alive. ”

In an instant, the young woman said to herself with a happy face.

Then she gritted her teeth, took out a few healing pills from the storage bag, and stuffed them into Qiao Yuan's mouth.

She understands that although this person has vitality in his body, the internal damage in his body is too serious, and his meridians are almost completely destroyed, and even if he can survive, he is probably a waste person paralyzed in bed.

But even so, the young woman still wanted to save this person, not for anything else, but to let her child have a friend.

After that, the young woman had to come here to visit Qiao Yuan once a day, hoping that he would wake up as soon as possible, and Xiaohu lived here almost every day, staying by Qiao Yuan's side for nearly half of the day.

Seven days later, Qiao Yuan woke up again, and this time he not only saw the child, but also a woman who was as gentle as water.

The woman's eyes were clear, her expression was gentle, there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and there was a maternal brilliance between her eyebrows, eyes and demeanor, which made Qiao Yuan feel a warmth that she had never felt before.

Especially when he saw the woman caressing Xiaohu's forehead, the kind of doting and soft gaze he showed felt even more warm, as if a beam of sunshine was shining directly into his heart, illuminating his thoughts about his mother.

"Are you alright?"

When the young woman saw that Qiao Yuan woke up, she only stared at herself, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was slightly retracted, and she said lightly.

"You're his mother?"

Qiao Yuan shook his head slightly, then looked at Xiaohu, the corners of his mouth pulled a trace of arc, and asked in a low voice.

The young woman touched Xiaohu's head and nodded.

"Thank you. ”

Qiao Yuan looked at the young woman's face again, and said with an extremely sincere look in his eyes.

At the same time, he has engraved the appearance of the mother and son into his heart, and secretly vowed to repay their kindness after recovering from his injuries.