I practice tea art in Nvzun World

Chapter 228 Daily Life
After taking care of the injury, Zhao Wuyou curled up on the bed to recuperate, every movement hurts,

Leng Bing returned to the Immortal Palace to deal with the wounded. How should people who have been corrupted by Zhao Mingyue's evil thoughts be rescued?
Winter is approaching, how will Tiannan Island's food ration be replenished?

There are also occasional outbreaks of corpse plague,
She needs to handle it herself.
It wasn't until evening that Leng Bing returned to the residence, sat on the chair without saying a word, with a cold face,
Those corrupted by evil thoughts were not rescued,

The magic energy seems to stimulate the potential in the infected person, and then improve their endurance and explosive power, but in the final analysis, the longer the infection lasts, the more potential is consumed, and finally consumes vitality until the final death.

"Zhao Mingyue, I'm going to tear your corpse into ten thousand pieces!" Leng Bing gritted her silver teeth and thought to herself,
And Zhao Wuyou, if she hadn't gone to find Zhao Wuyou, the subordinates who had accompanied her for so many years would not have died.

Lifting the dimensional curtain, I saw Zhao Wuyou lying on his side on the bed, staring blankly at the front, not diverting his vision because of her coming,
"Dead...Sixteen people died today, all of whom were loyal to the palace."

Silently, Leng Bing said slowly,

Zhao Wuyou was slightly stunned, what did she mean by this.

"My subordinate is dead. I don't want Zhao Mingyue to feel better. For the sake of your serious injury, I will reduce the punishment. Don't even think about today's meal, go hungry..."

???

Even the sick number is abused...

Is it true that he will be a servant boy tomorrow to serve his master?
He was still healing himself in the afternoon, but his face changed in the evening, and this cold face change became too fast.

Zhao Wuyou closed his eyes and didn't say a word, he was injured, and he was under the eaves, so he could do whatever he said coldly.

But on the surface, his face was gloomy, and there was a touch of paleness on his small cherry mouth. He struggled to turn around, and turned his back to the woman.

Leng Bing also knew that it wasn't Zhao Wuyou's fault, even he was also a victim, but the latter's support for Demon Lord still made her extremely uncomfortable,

At night, Zhao Wuyou felt someone touching his cheek, opened his eyes,

is another cold,
She is here, and she is wearing a blue dress tonight. With her tall figure, she gives off the demeanor of a mature elder sister. When she lowers her head, she can see the deep groove on her chest.

"Sister, you came to see me..." Zhao Wuyou said weakly with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

It seemed that he had just recognized the woman.

"Good brother, the Palace Master is really cruel, hurting you like this, my sister is so distressed." Leng Bing stroked Zhao Wuyou's wound, seeing the deep red blood, his face was full of sympathy.

"Hey, good brother, I heard that you were fasted by the palace lord, so I secretly brought you some food. You are injured, and you haven't dripped water for most of the day, so you must be hungry."

Leng Bing took out a few pieces of soft pastries from his arms, and put them gently on the latter's mouth.

"No, I can't eat," Zhao Wuyou said gratefully, but he turned his head away and refused to open his mouth.

"what's wrong?"

"Let that bad woman know that she will punish my sister, so Wuyou can't eat it."

It turned out that Zhao Wuyou was worried about herself, she was slightly taken aback,
Leng Bing then caressed Zhao Wuyou's hair, with a charming voice, "Silly brother, it's night now, who would know that I brought you food, eat it quickly, the Palace Master won't find out. "

"Sister, I'm very grateful if you talk with me. You work under the hands of a bad woman. Be careful. I don't care about it. Because my second sister is here, she won't let me die easily. You don't have to." miss me."

Zhao Wuyou lay crookedly on his cold calf, and said weakly,

Looking at Zhao Wuyou on her lap coldly, she suddenly felt that the scene in front of her seemed familiar.
In her previous life, her little brother was lying beside her like this, currying favor with her, courting her,
In Leng Bing's eyes, Zhao Wuyou's face gradually coincided with that of his former relatives.

"On the contrary, it was you who took the risk to deliver food for me. Don't do this in the future. Wuyou can't drag you down..."

one drop, two drops,

Tears dripped down on Zhao Wuyou's body, this coquettish woman actually cried,
She caressed the latter's face and murmured,

Nan'er, you died so badly, I miss you so much!

"If only you were really Nan'er..."

Soon, Leng Bing regained his confused look, "My good brother, tell my sister, do you hate the Palace Master..."

Zhao Wuyou hesitated, his lips moved slightly, and he spit out two words,
"Don't hate."

"Don't you hate...why..." Leng Bing was slightly surprised, he remembered that Zhao Wuyou once said to himself that he hated her,

She clearly tortured him, hurt him,

He really didn't hate it, but he still didn't dare to say it.

"Palace Master Leng may be a bad person to me, but to the people here, she is a good person. She is protecting the people here. She has done nothing wrong. Wuyou doesn't hate her, and Wuyou won't be here. Hate anyone from the bottom of my heart,"

"Sister, hurry up, don't let her find out, otherwise, she will make things difficult for you..."

Zhao Wuyou sighed, pretending to be worried and cold, put his fingers on the woman's arm, and gently pushed her, as if he wanted to drive her away.
But Zhao Wuyou's strength is too weak, sliding back and forth on her arm, it feels like teasing and caressing,
This man, he really doesn't know how high his charm is.

The cold breath was a bit rough, and he took the latter's little hand and gently put it back to the original place,
"Well, my sister has left. You, don't contradict the palace lord. She won't keep embarrassing you. She is the king of a country. You are a man's family. Just follow her heart. It's fine if you don't."

If everything is done according to his cold will, then he is not really a slave,
"Wuyou is not a downer, and has his own principles..." Zhao Wuyou said slowly,

The cold footsteps paused, it must have been heard.

In the days that followed, servants brought Yiji decoction to him every day. According to the servant, it was sent by the palace lord. The medicinal materials prepared by Leng Bing were really not covered. Zhao Wuyou recovered from his injuries very quickly. ,
Gradually he was able to get out of bed and walk, and the wound healed did not leave a scar.

In the palace lord's study, Zhao Wuyou stood helplessly beside Leng Bian, playing the role of a servant. According to Leng Bing's words, he was her slave and used his own actions to atone for her sins.

"Grinding ink!" Leng Bing said in a low voice, writing vigorously,

Zhao Wuyou paused, and began to grind his ink aside, the other party seemed to be writing something important,

"Hurry up!" Leng Bing urged impatiently, shouting in a low voice,
Zhao Wuyou's arms were trembling, Leng Bing seemed to be in a bad mood today, he quickly finished grinding the ink, "It's finished,"

"hurry up!"

Being urged by Leng Bing, Zhao Wuyou shook his arm, the whole research platform was tilted and fell on the table, the polished ink dripped onto Leng Bing's letter,

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down,

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean it." Zhao Wuyou wanted to wipe off the ink in a panic, but accidentally splashed it on Leng Bing's body.
"Slap!" Leng Bing suddenly exploded, slapped Zhao Wuyou, and knocked him to the ground.
"Get out! Trash!"

"You..." Zhao Wuyou ran out with tears in his eyes, covering his cheeks.

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