Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 2100 Di Ming, are you Wen Rong?

After saying that, Lie Jiuqing was stunned for a moment. She didn't remember much about Di Ming, "Thank you for saving me."

She fumbled for the jade plaque in her hand and smiled bitterly, "If it weren't for you, I might have died in there."

She stretched out her hand, and in her palm was a half-moon-shaped white jade pendant with a rose pattern carved on it and the word "Rong" on the corner.

"Qingjiu...is he really up?"

"If you want to see a person alive or a corpse if you die, Miss Gu Ba can wait, he may show up again."

Di Ming's voice was cold, and his eyes were not on Lie Jiuqing.

This kind of alienation is familiar yet unfamiliar to Lie Jiuqing.

"I think he has a purpose for me and deliberately approaches me." Lie Jiuqing was always on guard when facing Qingjiu, but in front of Di Ming, he felt surprisingly relaxed, "Do you know his origins?"

"I know as much as you do."

Di Ming said it all in one sentence again.

When Lie Jiuqing spoke, her throat hurt and she coughed several times. The tearing feeling made her weak body tremble slightly. She finally stopped, and there was a water bag in front of her.

She hesitated for a moment before taking it, and took a sip slowly. She couldn't taste anything, and her intuition was that the soup was not water.

Di Ming deliberately kept a distance from himself, so Lie Jiuqing let him go, drank water quietly and ate the noodles he handed over.

The pastry was mediocre and melted in her mouth, making her throat and stomach feel better.

She really wanted to ask him why he came, but when it came to her mouth, she realized that they didn't seem to be close enough to say anything.

Finally, Lie Jiuqing thanked him in a low voice.

Di Ming nodded, "You can rest. I have notified Mo Huai and he will be here soon."

As he was about to stand up, Lie Jiuqing subconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes, "You...you..."

Lie Jiuqing really wanted to ask something. "I don't remember Wen... Wen Rong."

She said something at a loss, and she didn't know what to say next.

"I know."

Di Ming was about to leave and took off his clothes. Lie Jiuqing hurriedly held him back, "Don't leave yet."

"..."

"I'm wondering why I don't remember you either!"

Lie Jiuqing struggled to express his doubts, and Di Ming slowly walked up, "I'm not important in the first place."

Di Ming strode away, Lie Jiuqing asked tremblingly: "Di Ming, are you Wen Rong?"

There is a lonely moon hanging in the sky, and those accompanying clouds have disappeared without a trace. The yellow sand desert is so desolate at this moment, and this touch of green is not enough to save it.

Di Ming's long hair was mixed with a few white hairs. When it moved gently in the wind, there was a faint warmth in his eyebrows, "No, I am Di Ming, not Wen Rong."

Lie Jiuqing tangled his fingers together, his eyes twitching, "Are you going to leave? What about our deal?"

"Ah Jia and Ah Yi will stay, and they will naturally tell me."

His voice became colder, and he left without looking back, quickly disappearing into the night.

Lie Jiuqing's legs felt weak, and she didn't know whether it was because she was tired or because she was sick. Her heart didn't hurt, but no part of her body was healthy.

She hugged herself, trying to adapt to the sudden crying, but she couldn't hold it in at all and fainted.

"Lie Jiuqing!"

Before Lie Jiuqing lost consciousness, he heard Di Ming's panicked voice. When he woke up, only Mo Huai's concerned inquiry was in his ears, "Jiuqing, are you awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

(End of this chapter)