The ancestors engaged in introversion in Xiuxianwen

There are endless waves in the sky, facing the tall tower of Danluo, a lonely figure standing thin and thin.

In the middle of the night, her slender fingers tightly clutched the Bodhi bracelet, falling into endless nightmares, her slender eyelashes were wet with tears, and she curled up into a ball.

At dusk and sunset, I sat at the table and described her appearance over and over again.

……

Frame by frame, revealing the depressive despair.

Ranling's heart seemed to have opened a big hole, and the cold and cool wind poured in.

She always thought that she and Xie Heng just met by chance, on a whim, they get together when the relationship is deep, and they get separated when the relationship is shallow. For a person like her who has traveled through countless worlds and has never been alone, nothing is long and eternal Yes, in the end there is nothing left around.

This is a thought that has been etched into the depths of my mind.

But only now did she realize that since she saved him, the gears of fate had begun to change.

The other party cared more about her than she had imagined.

And she herself...

She covered her heart, where the strong heartbeat was telling a fact all the time.

She didn't just, she fell in love with that face.

And it's not just good feelings.

What she wants, more.

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There are many spare rooms in this palace. When Ran Ling walked in, Cheng Yu, Bai Feng and Li Zhu seemed to be waiting for her.

When they saw her, their expressions were wobbly and weird, but finally Bai Feng plucked up the courage and stepped forward, grinning mischievously, "Old Ancestor, we have allocated all the rooms, you are on the second floor The innermost room on the right hand side."

Simply now, Ran Ling didn't have the thought to entangle with their expressions, so he hummed lightly and went upstairs.

Underneath, Bai Feng let out a long sigh of relief, and lightly high-fived Cheng Yu, with an ambiguous smile on his face.

Li Zhu glanced at Bai Feng, and went back to the room to practice without expression.

"This guy is going to practice again." Bai Feng muttered.

According to the words of the ancestors, it is to secretly infiltrate.

He goes too!
Ran Ling opened the door absent-mindedly, closed the door in one go, walked in, raised his eyes and met the eyes of a man sitting by the window.

The same astonishment flashed across the two pairs of eyes.

Ran Ling opened his mouth, "I..."

How is this the little Phoenix's room? Did she go wrong?

Or, did those little bastards do it on purpose?
Xie Heng seemed to have just taken a bath, with slightly damp blue hair hanging over his shoulder blades and fair neck, under a few strands of hair on his forehead, a pair of clear and affectionate Danfeng eyes looked straight at him, his thin lips were red and flamboyant, Just looking at it, Ran Ling felt that his heart missed a beat.

It's crazy.

Xie Heng didn't notice it, looked at her, and asked in a low voice, "Come to see me? Or did you go to the wrong room?"

There are various small cups filled with elixir liquid in front of his desk, as if he is dispensing medicine.

Ran Ling walked towards him, and the lie came out, "There is no extra room, mind if I squeeze with you?"

When he said this, even Ran Ling himself didn't believe it.

Such a big hall, how can there be no rooms, how can it deceive ghosts?
It's just that Xie Heng didn't seem to notice it, "I don't mind."

He glanced at the things under his hand, his thin and white wrist bones were exposed outside the sleeve robe, and he tightened his fingers holding the porcelain cup tightly, "This room smells bad, why don't you go to another place to stay for a while, I will immediately Just fine."

"No, it's okay." Ran Ling didn't feel choked, and there was a scent of medicine in the air.

She sniffed the smell carefully, Qinghuanzi, Fushenling, Baifugui, Yetang...

They are all healing drugs.

Her eyes changed slightly, she took a few steps forward, walked to his side, and glanced at him, "Are you injured?"

Xie Heng raised his eyes to look at her, staring at the vaguely worried look on her face, a faint smile like feathers brushing across the end of his eyes, like thousands of sparkling flowers blooming on the cold pool. lotus.

He shook his head, "No."

Ran Ling was not at ease, after all, Xiaolin Qiuzi had just told her about this person's self-mutilation.

"Give me your hand." She held out her hand.

Xie Heng glanced at his hands, there was a lot of medicine on them, and some white powder was stained on his slender and shapely fingertips, "Dirty."

Ran Ling pulled out a veil from the space, pulled the opponent's hand over, and wiped it carefully and gently one by one.

She didn't use handkerchiefs before, and this habit was developed with Xie Heng.

The muscles and bones are slender and the joints are well-proportioned.

Well-manicured nails reveal a powder full of desire, making people want to be bullied.

Let the desire in your heart ferment.

After wiping, she put Xie Heng's wrist on her wrist and felt his pulse.

The low eyelashes concealed the turmoil in the eyes.

This pulse seems to be a sign of an imminent breakthrough.

This was a good thing, but even though Xiao Fenghuang's blood was awakened, his physique was strangely not improved much, as if he had suffered a huge trauma before, which damaged the foundation and was extremely difficult to repair.

Every time the torrent breaks through, it will forcefully rush through the narrow and thin tendons, and every time, it will cause a huge pain.

But fortunately, the Bodhi blood chain gradually played a role after all, producing a gentle breath, which will relieve part of the pain of the breakthrough.

She still has to think of a way.

Xie Heng looked at Ran Ling's face suddenly sinking, knowing that she had found out, and comforted him: "It's nothing."

Dying Ling frowned.

Nothing, nothing.

So what is something wrong?
Xie Heng withdrew his hand back, lowered his eyes, and poured the last liquid he had just prepared into the white porcelain cup. The liquid inside instantly solidified, turning into a white powdery paste with a faint fragrance.

He took Ran Ling's hand hanging down to his side, and lifted up her sleeves, revealing the hideous and scabbed scars on it.

——They were all left on the road to recognize the Lord.

His jaw tightened, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a pity in his eyes that he didn't realize.

The anger that Ran Ling had just burst out was extinguished in an instant.

Xie Heng dipped his fingers in the ointment, and carefully applied it to the wounds.

Ran Ling's eyes were filled with surprise.

Are these medicines prepared for her?

She thought she hid it well, how did he know that she was hurt?

These wounds have scabbed long ago and don't hurt. Even when she was just injured, she didn't care much. Anyway, it wasn't a fatal injury, so she got used to it if she endured it, and she couldn't die.

But now being treated so gently by the other party, she felt that the wound gradually began to itch, and it quickly rushed into the bottom of her heart.

The medicine was very effective, and I don't know where he learned it from. The scab on the wound fell off quickly, revealing the normal reddish skin.

Xie Heng wiped off the wound on his arm, glanced over Ran Ling's shoulder like a dragonfly, and quickly retracted it as if it was scalded, "For other wounds, you let other people..."

"Which other person?"

Ran Ling didn't wait for him to finish, she leaned over and whispered in his ear: "You won't paint it for me?"

(End of this chapter)