Even though He Guang Tongchen had thousands of words to say to her, he didn't know how to speak in her faint and detached gaze.

I don't know where to mention it.

He knew that all her pain and injuries came from a misunderstanding of Junyi, so he couldn't wait to tell her all the truth immediately, but the truth was just as cruel.

If she knew that he Jun Yi had obviously recovered his memory, but he didn't want her, and pushed her to Shuyi with his own hands and pushed her to the fire pit, it would make her desperate even more than Jun Yi wanting to kill her, not only could she not get better, but it was equivalent to beating her already broken heart again.

And her current body can't withstand any tossing.

In vain, he prides himself on being smart, but he has forced himself into a dilemma.

After a moment of silence, he met her gaze and walked over slowly.

"Let's eat first, it's going to be cold again in a while. He Guang Tongchen leaned down and served a bowl of hot soup to moisten her stomach.

Naturally, he sat down on the edge of the couch, scooped a spoonful, blew it, and brought it to the lips of the painting.

Huaxin subconsciously opened his mouth, but hesitated, struggling to raise his hand to catch the bowl, insisting on coming by himself.

But the injuries all over her body, hurt her muscles and bones, although He Guang Tongchen did his best to deal with her, but the wounds soaked in the water of the gods were extremely difficult to heal, and many places were still dripping with blood, and she felt laborious to even raise her hand, let alone hold a soup bowl.

Seeing that the painting heart was polite with him, the two pools of still water rippled in the eyes of the light and dust, but the tone was not wavering, "It is the duty of a poor monk to take care of the sick, and the female benefactor does not have to be polite." ”

Huaxin stared at the soup bowl in a daze, and suddenly asked, "What are you drawing?"

Hearing this, the hand of the light and dust shook suddenly.

What could he want from her?

He wanted her to be safe and happy.

It's a pity that God refuses to fulfill such a meager desire.

Seeing that he was silent, he said again, "I can't give you anything." ”

His heart ached, but his face was calm, he smiled lightly, "The donor doesn't have to give anything to the poor monk, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and the donor is alive, which is the blessing of the poor monk." ”

If it weren't for the plausible kiss before, Huaxin might have believed in his piece of Buddha heart.

How can there be a Hun Buddha lingering on her lips?

Recalling that moment, which was not lingering, her face turned red, her mind turned a thousand times, and she lowered her eyebrows to avoid his clear eyes.

Not wanting to be embarrassed any longer, she opened her lips to take the spoon in her mouth and sipped the soup in small gulps.

Seeing that the painting heart finally ate, the eyebrows that had been twisted by the light and dust for more than half a month finally loosened by half.

After drinking the small half-Gu soup, he fed her another half bowl of rice.

Although she didn't know the taste of food, in order to get better, she still ate it one bite at a time.

From beginning to end, Huaxin didn't say a word, but he understood her reluctance.

There is no greater mourning than death.

Nothing to feed her now will not help.

To save, you have to start from the heart.

In fact, he hadn't been to Yaoling Mountain at all, and there were no red-clothed and white-haired immortals in Yaoling Mountain, and he deliberately asked Aunt Wang to say those words.

Because at this time, the only one who can make the disillusioned painting worry about her heart and let her survive in one breath is the Chi Ming who was let down by her 10,000 years ago.

Let her know that even though there is nothing in the world worthy of her nostalgia, she still owes debts that have not been repaid, so she can't die.

Thinking of Chi Ming, He Guang Tongchen sighed lightly.

For some reason, the mind-painting ghost raised his head and looked at him with a pair of godless eyes, and for a long time, "You can eat some too." ”

He smiled flatteredly, "Poor monks are not hungry. ”

"You've lost weight. ”

Hearing this, He Guang Tongchen actually felt that his eyes were slightly hot.

In her eyes, she finally stopped looking at everything.

She could, saw him!

Otherwise, he would almost have thought she didn't recognize him.

Regardless of whether He Guang Tongchen responded or not, she seemed to be talking to herself, and said again, "I have lost a lot of weight." ”

His throat choked for a long time, and he Guang Tongchen managed to calm down and smiled faintly, "It's okay." ”

Huaxin looked at him, his eyes moved, and after a while, he spit out three words coldly, "It's not good-looking." ”

With the light and dust, "......" can't cry or laugh.

Well, a good thing.

Not only can you see him, but you can also tell whether he is thin or not, whether he looks good or not......