Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

The sun moved away, and the short shadow that originally stood on the ground slowly lengthened, dragging out a long and thin black shadow.

Zhao Zhizhi's left hand was always cutting Amul's pulse, and his heartbeat almost resonated with the pulse that gradually changed from chaotic and slippery to stable and powerful.

The poisonous threads on the arms spread to the upper arms, and were only half an inch tight, about to reach the shoulders.

At least it stopped.

Zhao Zhizhi breathed a sigh of relief. After working hard for so long, she finally reached a step where she could use it with confidence and no longer have to worry about blocking and loosening.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but he could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

Wei Shao was hiding at the corner of the attic and felt anxious when he saw this. But suddenly a man sweeping the floor suddenly jumped out and it was really embarrassing. He glanced at Qing'er who was holding a medicine jar and was about to go on stage.

"I'm sorry." He apologized lowly, raised his foot and kicked out a soft cushion, which happened to fall under Zhao Zhizhi. He immediately pulled Qing'er and pushed it away. After a while, the world was spinning, and Qing'er threw herself on the stage to meet Zhao Zhizhi. Looking at each other.

If you hadn't observed it very carefully, you would have thought that the little maid tripped in her hurry to get on the stage and sent the cushion flying out.

Only the man in yellow robe looked deeply at the corner of the green clothes, and his fingers holding the tea cup were nervously clenched together.

After a while, he suddenly relaxed again.

Tianyi Gate is a temple with many small Bodhisattvas. How could it attract these big Buddhas?

Zhao Zhizhi looked at the cushion under him in astonishment, and then at Qing'er who looked confused. Suddenly, he felt blessed and turned to look at the corner of the attic.

Smile at each other.

Zhao Zhizhi still couldn't explain this kind of critical moment and dark moment, but she only felt a special connection with him. She lowered her head and took a few breaths. She seemed to have regained her energy and stood up steadily while holding on to the table.

Three hours later.

The sun sets over the western mountains, and all the mountains fall into silence.

All eyes were focused on the two people in the middle of the training platform. Their Adam's apple rolled. Whispers and nervous swallowing were mixed for a while, adding a heavy gloom to the sunset sky for no reason.

Zhao Zhizhi seemed extremely insensitive. She moved an overly comfortable rocking chair and lay down while shaking her fan. From time to time she would pick up the tea cup on the table and take a few sips, looking so leisurely that she couldn't be more relaxed.

A bit of orange-red light in the dusk hit the side of her face, and even the look she looked at Amul, who was still unconscious, melted like a warm candle, not at all anxious or afraid.

"Now it's time to force the end. Why, how come the Saint doesn't care?"

"Don't let the master be stunned after dancing..."

"Hey, let's talk about it, medical students are just as likely to go crazy. In the past few years, there was such a senior brother in our school——"

Zhao Zhizhi listened to their conversation this time. There is a time limit for the last level every year. This is because doctors are afraid that in the end, they will be obsessed with winning or losing in a moment and get themselves into trouble. As a result, they will not be able to cure patients and their xinxing will be completely messed up.

Therefore, the Heavenly Medicine Sect made it mandatory that no matter what the final result was, the competition would end immediately when the You hour on the third day came.

There's still time for a cup of tea, and it's time to end.

But Zhao Zhizhi always looked calm, and even had the mood to look at the clouds rolling and rolling in the sky. In those light brown eyes, there was a sea of ​​clouds and blue sky that no one could understand.

Amule was fine, she knew better than anyone else.

Whether Amule could remember Gu Lingna or not, she was more worried than anyone else. It has long been heard that the Xiwu clan only recognizes one partner in their life, and they have a deep love for them and will never change it whether they live or die.

To make Amule forget his beloved would be like killing him.

Alas, in life and death situations, individuals have their own personal difficulties.

However, Zhao Zhizhi's leisurely moment did not last long. The next moment, the person opposite him breathed in confusion and opened his eyes blankly.

Zhao Zhizhi's expression became completely serious. Before he could speak, Qing'er banged the gong behind him with great joy, "We win - our saintess has such skillful hands and benevolent heart, the Heavenly Medicine Sect wins!"

"Qing'er, you go down first." Zhao Zhizhi was so noisy that his ears hurt. He covered his ear canals and waited for a while before slowly getting up and walking to Amule. She looked down at the man whose eyes were not very focused, and asked calmly, "Can you still see Gu Lingna?"

"Or in other words, do you still remember Gu Lingna?"

The girl in front of her had a strange face, but her tone was cold and indifferent, but for no reason, Amule had a warm trust in her.

"I……"

Seeing that he didn't answer directly but started mumbling, Zhao Zhizhi secretly said something bad.

In an instant, she pushed Amul down on the recliner, took out a string of silver bells from her sleeve, and quickly swung it in Amul's ear very regularly.

Amul looked at all this with a confused expression. His eyes swept over Zhao Zhizhi's solemn expression, and then fell on the Miao silver bell she held in her hand. His mind turned around slowly, and suddenly -

He looked down at his left wrist.

Where is the thing?
Why... I feel like this bell should have been worn on his wrist.

"Amule, why do you run around like a puppy every day? Come here, put this on, and no matter how far you go from now on, I can catch you!"

"Gu Lingna! I am a wolf, does the wolf know? The kind of squealing! Who wants to wear this wretched thing, like a dog collar-"

A splitting headache.

Countless fragments mingled little by little before Amul's eyes, and countless identical figures turned in front of him. He wanted to reach out, but it was like mist in the clouds, and he couldn't touch it, and he couldn't see clearly.

"Uh..." Amul lowered his head in pain, his lips and teeth tangled together, and he let out a painful gasp from his throat.

He saw the woman spinning the prayer wheel in the sun, pulling him to run on the high mountains; looking at her flying braids, she smiled and pushed him to herd the sheep. He also saw her trembling body falling into his arms, telling him to run.

Behind him was the Vendora Venomous Snake, which was eyeing him with eagerness. The woman's light body stood between him and such danger, refusing to retreat or give in an inch.

The silver bell rang loudly on his wrist, breaking his muscles and bones.

"Hurry up! Amule - be the most powerful wolf on the grassland, run forever and don't look back!"

Everything is still.

Amul slowly raised his head, and tears of blood flowed down his eyes like broken beads.

"Gu Lingna, she is my wife."

He made a strong statement.