Half Martial Immortal, Half Margin Monarch

Chapter 1123
Sitting next to such a person with an unusually strong sense of presence, Ning Xuemo's psychological pressure is also not ordinary.

After a while, she felt warm under the blanket, and she had an extra leg——
The bastard got under her bed!
Ning Xuemo's hair almost stood on end!
She could no longer pretend to be dizzy, and suddenly opened her eyes, and saw Xue Yilan leaning her back against the bedpost at the other end, with one leg stretched into her quilt and the other leg placed underneath.

He crossed his arms with both hands, and his eyes seemed to have winding mountains and rivers, and his pulse was gentle: "Are you awake?"

Ning Xuemo pursed her lips, and didn't answer his nonsense, she took a deep breath, but such a small movement touched the wound again, making her break out in pain again: "Take your leg back. "

She didn't want to share the bed with him!Not to mention a quilt!

Xue Yilan's eyes dimmed slightly, and she didn't move her place: "Momo, I'm tired, let's take a rest here first."

Ning Xuemo didn't speak, but directly struggled to get up. Of course, such a violent movement severely affected the wound, making her face white with pain——
Xue Yilan's face changed slightly, she sat up straight, and put one hand on her shoulder to stop her movement: "Are you crazy?! If you do this, your wound will open again!"

"You go down!" Ning Xuemo insisted: "Or I will go down!"

Xue Yilan: "..."

With a wry smile, he turned over and got out of bed: "Momo, I've never been ruthless to you...Okay, I'll go down, you stay well."

Ning Xuemo closed her eyes slightly, the struggle just now had indeed opened a little wound, which made her scratch her heart and lungs in pain, and she was waiting for the pain to pass.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and Xue Yilan also changed from his strong teasing to her earlier, he sat on a stool beside the bed, watching the fine beads of sweat rolling down her forehead with complicated eyes.Like pity, like anger, like sorrow...

After a while, the pain finally passed, and Ning Xuemo opened her eyes again: "How long... have I been in a coma?"

"Five days." Xue Yilan replied.

Ning Xuemo looked sideways out of the window, her eyes were a little red, and the afterglow of the setting sun was smeared on the window paper, slightly reddish yellow...

It turned out that five days had passed!
She didn't die, but rolled for five days after the gate of hell was closed...

Has the Great God returned?
Did he know that Wu Mo almost stabbed her to death?
Shouldn't you be back?Otherwise, he would have searched for himself long ago...

"Where is this place?" Ning Xuemo looked around the room, always feeling that the layout here is not usually familiar.

"What do you think?" Xue Yilan asked back.

How does she know? !
But since he asked that, is this place she should know?

Ning Xuemo searched in her mind for a long while, and suddenly her heart moved!
dream!This place is like a scene from a dream!
Although she can remember a few dreams recently, they are not clear, as if separated by a thick layer of fog, only occasionally remembering one or two fragments, and the fragments are also vague.

Normally, she didn't take those dreams to heart, but now that she saw the layout here, she only remembered a little bit.

"Momo, this is where you used to live." Xue Yilan stood up, and lifted up the bed curtains so that she could see everything in the house clearly: "The table and chairs here are the same as the ones you lived in before." How is it arranged in the same way? Do you like it?"

(End of this chapter)