My husband is born again

Chapter 968

Ruan Ling looked her up and down, and shook her head: "The wound on her neck hasn't healed, her legs haven't healed, she's walking with a limp...it's still far away."

Bishang's wound was wounded with a dragon blade, and even a powerful dragon could not heal so easily.

She had a bitter face: "It will take two or three months for this wound to fully heal."

"Then wait for three months." Ruan Ling said.

There is no room for negotiation.

Bishang was helpless.

Although she was anxious, she knew very well in her heart that Ruan Ling was doing it for her own good.

Although she was a little impatient and impulsive, she still knew what to do.

Ruan Ling supported her arm, walked slowly back to the cave, and said: "During this time, don't think about anything, take care of your body. We will talk about everything after your body recovers."

Bi Chang listened silently.

When she reached the entrance of the cave, she suddenly sniffed, with a strange expression on her face, and said, "Sister Ruan Ling, you have a very pleasant smell..."

"Really?" Ruan Ling looked down at herself and said with a smile, "I didn't bring any incense or sachet either."

"No, it's not that vulgar scent." Bishang shook her head, moved closer to Ruan Ling, and sniffed her nose vigorously, "Ah, it smells really good...it smells so good...there is a very familiar and warm scent the taste of……"

There was a look of intoxication and reverence on her face.

Judging by her expression, it was clearly not an ordinary fragrance.

Ruan Ling raised his sleeves and smelled himself, but he didn't smell any special fragrance.

"Sister Ruan Ling, where have you been these few days? The smell on your body is really too fragrant..." Bishang pulled her sleeve and put it in front of her nose, smelling it non-stop.

Ruan Ling's heart moved slightly.

There was only one place she went to these days.

That is the top of Zhongshan Mountain.

Could it be that because she was close to the candle dragon's egg and was contaminated with the candle dragon's smell, Bishang felt familiar?

Zhulong is the god of the dragon clan, and it is normal for Bishang, as a green dragon, to worship and obey his god.

Ruan Ling felt that this guess was probably correct.

Bishang held Ruan Ling tightly, sniffed hard, and asked her where she had gone.

Ruan Ling glanced at her injuries and decided not to tell her for now.

A long time ago, the Dragon Clan thought that they had lost their Dragon God, which led to the gradual decline of the Dragon Clan.If Bishang knew that there was still a candle dragon egg alive on the top of Zhongshan, she would definitely rush to the top of Zhongshan regardless of life or death.

Even her father, the Dragon King, couldn't go to the top of Zhongshan Mountain, let alone her who was seriously injured.

If she didn't say anything, Bishang had nothing to do with her, so she just pulled her clothes and smelled them non-stop.

Ruan Ling talked to Zhiman and the others, and she followed Ruan Ling, pinching her sleeve and smelling.

While Ruan Ling was eating, she sat beside her and pulled her sleeves to smell.

Ruan Ling was handling official business, and she followed her every step of the way.

In the end, Zhiman couldn't stand it anymore, took out a stack of new clothes, asked Ruan Ling to change them, and gave Bishang the one she was wearing.

As if she had found a treasure, Bishang returned to her own residence in the cave with the clothes in her arms.

Just like an idiot.

Ruan Ling sighed in his heart, the dragon clan really worshiped their own dragon god from the bottom of their hearts.

It's just a piece of clothing that has been stained with a smell, and that's what Bishang is like.

If he really saw the candle dragon egg, Bi Chang would probably go crazy.

Chun'er and Pin'er came in with food, and said with a smile, "What's wrong with Princess Bishang?"

"Leave her alone." Ruan Ling washed her hands, sat down at the dining table, and saw a pot on the table, with thin slices of white fish cooked in it, sprinkled with a layer of bright red pepper.

(End of this chapter)