Suddenly, a sharp pain came from his chest.

If he wants to say that this pain is heart-wrenching and deep-rooted in the bone marrow, then this is by no means a hypocritical word of a literati and ink artist to dispel their sorrows after drinking, but a veritable literal meaning.

After all, the pain came from a meridian that was only an inch or two away from his heart.

He gritted his teeth, his brow twitched slightly, and his eyes opened.

I saw that in the haze, there were several plump women holding gonghou in their hands and draped in silk, riding on the gorgeous and colorful clouds, slowly drifting towards the courtyard tower of the golden eaves and vermilion pillars.

This scene...... Fairyland?

He blinked blankly, and just as he wanted to lift his neck and look closer at these women, he suddenly felt that the pain in his chest spread to his whole body along with the meridians in his body.

This moan, although it was a bit embarrassing, made him feel a little thirsty in an instant, and his originally muddy brain woke up a little and returned a little clearer.

As soon as he returned, he quickly realized that he was not in a fairyland, but lying on a soft cotton couch—the women and buildings he had just seen were only mural patterns carved into the ceiling, not living creatures at all, and the hazy texture that blurred his vision was actually a faint mist, which seemed to float from his side.

He snorted softly, trying to move his body, but it was like a dream back to when he was locked in a sarcophagus by the feminine man, his whole body was heavy, he couldn't feel the slightest flow of breath, and he had to endure great pain even when he moved his fingertips.

He had no choice but to tilt his head a little with all his might, then pick up his long narrow eyelashes, roll his eyes, and look to the side.

Suddenly, I was stunned.

I saw that next to the couch, there was a rare golden incense burner, with long legs and round sacs, about half a zhang high, the table was engraved with the pattern of the Rui beast, and there was a light purple smoke floating out of it, enveloping the room, setting off an ethereal feeling.

However, this seemed to be a rare incense burner, and it was not the reason for his astonishment.

What made him so stunned that he forgot for a moment that the pain in his body was a vermilion wooden chair facing the bed—and her sitting there.

She was dressed in a white dress, with tulle on her shoulders, her delicate figure leaned slightly sideways, and she sat in a graceful and slender posture, captivating the country and the city.

Her eyebrows are like ink paintings, her mouth is like Zhu Dan, the corners of her eyes are slightly red, her slightly closed eyelids are smeared with a faint cherry red, and the soft green silk is tied by a red rope, which goes around her shoulders and hangs quietly in front of her.

A sleeping position, so beautiful that it is unbearable to wake it up, but also makes it even more difficult to be indifferent and can't help but want to reach out and touch her white face that seems to be stained with tears.

The moment he saw her, in addition to surprise and astonishment, there was also a sense of relief in his heart.

That's great......

He raised his eyebrows and smiled comfortably, and the pain in his body seemed to have eased a lot.

Are you safe and sound...... It's wonderful......

He looked back, looked up at the gorgeous mural on the ceiling, closed his eyes and smiled.

Then he saw a crystal drop of water, which slipped from the corner of his eye, and he didn't know if it was tears or something else.

"Even though Xiaosheng is so embarrassed, thanks to everyone, he still succeeded in rescuing Miss Yan. He opened his lips slightly and muttered to himself: "Xiaosheng, today, I must thank you all well......"

"yes, you don't want to thank me. ”

Suddenly, a vigorous male voice lit up beside him.

He flickered slightly, opened his eyes and looked up, looking at the voice.

In front of the half-open door, a handsome man with a ponytail and a gray cotton uniform stepped into the house.

The man walked to the bed, stretched out his hand to stop the swaying jade pendant on his waist, and smiled at him lying on the bed: "Wang Manxiu." ”

Wang Manxiu blinked, looked at the man's face, which was rated as 'quite vibrant', but at this time there were a few plasters, and said with a shallow smile: "Yin Shao." ”

......

The room was not large, and it was poorly furnished, except for a door, a collapsed bed, a stove, a chair, and no window to which the wind and sun were in sight—but it was not inappropriate to make it a shabby and old house.

After Yin Shao stepped forward to help Wang Manxiu sit up and put his pillow on the wooden pillow, he found that the murals that he originally thought were just painted on the ceiling were actually painted on the four walls of the wall, and the scenery on each side was different, some were purely colorful waves, and some were like realistic patterns on the ceiling. And these murals, some thick and light, complement each other, not dazzling, and will not make the walls bare and ugly.

After glancing at the murals on the wall a few times, Wang Manxiu, who couldn't see any fame, turned his face sideways, looked at Yin Shao, who was standing beside the bed, and said with a smile: "Why do you have color on your face? Be careful of disfigurement, you won't be able to marry a good daughter-in-law in the future." ”

Yin Shao raised his hand and touched the plaster on his face, squinted and glanced at Bai Yi's chest, and said, "It's better than the unlucky guy who didn't know who was pierced and almost choked." ”

Wang Manxiu blinked slightly, and lowered his head to look at his heart.

In the white clothes, a gap was still faintly visible on his chest bound by layers of bandages, and with each breath he took a heav, the bandage was dyed crimson.

"Hmm...... It's quite serious when you look at it. ”

"Isn't it?" Yin Shao glared at him angrily and said, "When Miss Lingyue carried you back, the wound on your chest was at least two inches wide, and the whole person was already cold and out of breath - if it weren't for the fact that the head of the Lu family said that he could save you back, Young Master Ben would have prepared for you directly." ”

Wang Manxiu was slightly stunned, and raised his eyes blankly: "Miss Lingyue?"

"Ah...... I almost forgot that you weren't a stranger. Yin Shao shrugged his shoulders, clasped his hands to his chest, and pointed to the house with his chin: "The owner of this family, Zhenhuang Qimen, they should tell you in detail in a while, and I won't go beyond it." ”

Bai Yi let out a soft 'oh-' and nodded.

"Then again, how did you get so seriously injured?" Yin Shao glanced at the wound on his chest again, and said, "Did the 'Three Saints of a Hundred Years' do it?"

Wang Manxiu bowed his head helplessly and said with a smile: "It's still a little underestimating the enemy of a thousand people." ”

Yin Shao was stunned for a moment, and then said with a half-smile and half-seriousness: "I underestimated you a little." ”

Bai Yi blinked and puzzled: "Why do you say this?"

"If they were all injured like this, if they were ordinary people, wouldn't they have been frightened and pale and too pale to speak? Yin Shao spread his hands and smiled: "It seems that you can win the first Qimen in the Western Regions, maybe the first in the world." ”

"Hahaha, that's right, it's not half a star. ”

Wang Manxiu smiled faintly, looked down at his arms, took a breath, and shook the ten fingers of his hands in pain.

Looking at his appearance, Yin Shao stopped smiling, took half a step forward, and said in a low voice: "Man Xiu, you...... You're not going to let go of Fuliu, are you?"

I saw Bai Yi closing his eyes and clenching his fists, and bowing his head lightly.

"To kill one is to kill one. ”