Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

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Duanhua was drawn back by the ghostly voice, and saw that the child on the bed was trembling violently even though he was not awake, and Uncle Feng's performance had obviously reached a state of ecstasy.

Unable to stand Uncle Feng's strange accent, he turned over from the straw mat, threw the incense book casually on the ground, moved his stiff neck and shoulders, and walked slowly towards Uncle Feng.

The index finger and middle finger touched Zixi's wet forehead, and Duanhua said without emotion: "The fever is gone."

"I just don't wake up." Uncle Feng tactfully gave up his position on the edge of the bed, returned to his usual normal expression, and stood aside. [

Duanhua nodded slightly, and when his fingers were about to move back, Zixi suddenly grabbed his hand.

That pair of weak little hands held his big hand tightly, as if his hand was the only light in her darkness.

Duanhua and Uncle Feng looked down at Zixi at the same time, thinking she had woken up, but found that she was still having a nightmare, but her expression was lessened than before, as if she had found a safe place in the dream and gradually relaxed.

Duanhua withdrew his hand, and Zixi was like a duckweed with nothing to rely on, pulling the bedding with his arms indiscriminately, his expression became extremely painful again, he kept moaning, and kept looking for Master.

Uncle Feng looked at Duanhua strangely, thinking that the young master can tell which is the master in his sleep?Such a distinctive ability should be admired.

Duanhua touched Zixi's little hands with his fingers expressionlessly, and those little hands clung to him like vines. Then he sat on her bedside, looked at her strangely, with a hint of surprise in his tone, road:

"What a strange kid."

"The young master thinks the young master is good, so he wants to rely on the young master." Uncle Feng said with a smile.

"What's good about me?" Duanhua looked back at Uncle Feng.

"This..." Uncle Feng racked his brains and thought hard, even if it wasn't good, he would make it up, "The young master's goodness is more secretive, and it is difficult for ordinary people to find out. The young master has a meticulous mind, and he must be able to appreciate the young master's goodness. "

Duanhua looked at Zixi for a long time, and said coldly: "It seems that I have indulged him too much recently."

"..."

Uncle Feng fell silent.

Is he self-defeating?

******

The aroma in the room lingers for a long time.

Clear and light, with a long aftertaste.

There is a faint scent of medicinal materials floating in the fragrance.

Zixi rolled over comfortably, the bedding was all rolled up on her body, like a dormant cocoon. [