Fairy cultivator with counterattack

Chapter 179 The Death of the Little Beggar

In the following days, seeing that Zhang Rong'er hadn't woken up, the little beggar kept pouring his true energy into her body. As for the previous scene, it never happened again.

As the little beggar injected more zhenqi into her body, her body became better and better.

Finally one day, Zhang Rong'er really woke up.

After Zhang Rong'er woke up, she opened her eyes and saw the little beggar, and her gaze was staggered. Zhang Rong'er felt very embarrassed facing the little beggar.

Although Zhang Rong'er is unconscious, her body has feelings. Last time, the little beggar's hand stroked her body one after another, which made her really shocked and helpless. She kept calling for a stop in her mind, but Naihe said no. Speak up.

Therefore, when Zhang Ronger faced the little beggar, his expression was very awkward.

But seeing the little beggar's pure eyes, Zhang Rong'er felt as if she was just dreaming, a feeling that seemed real and unreal.

Seeing her wake up, the little beggar was full of surprise and said, "Sister Fairy, are you awake yet?"

His eyes are still as pure as mirror lake water.

Zhang Rong'er breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Zhuang You, it turned out that you saved me, thank you."

Zhang Rong'er was talking, supporting her body and trying to stand up, Zhuang You hurriedly walked over, carefully helped her up, and said, "Sister Fairy, if you are sick, take a good rest, don't rush to get up."

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Just as she was talking, Zhang Rong'er frowned suddenly, her expression was a little ugly. It turned out that she stood up suddenly, but she was injured and almost lost her footing.

Seeing this, the little beggar hurriedly put her on the bed, held her palm again, and injected his true energy into her body.

However, after a while, the little beggar's complexion couldn't help but become a little bad.

Zhang Rong'er stared blankly at his pale face, and couldn't help saying, "Zhuang You, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine. My sister doesn't need to worry about me. It's just that my sister has been injured so badly this time. She needs to rest well. It's best not to get up and walk around recently."

"it is good."

"Is my sister hungry? I'm going to cook some porridge for my sister."

After talking, the little beggar stood up and went to cook porridge in the nearby kitchen.

When he really got up, Zhang Rong'er always had the feeling that the little beggar seemed to have lost some weight.

Later, a bowl of meat porridge was brought up, and the little beggar stood aside like a breeze and a moon, with an earnest look on his face, and said eagerly, "Sister Fairy, come and have a taste, see if you like it? If you don't like it , I’ll go and do something else for you.”

Zhang Rong'er picked up the porridge and found that the temperature was just right. It turned out that the little beggar had already brought the ice water to a certain temperature.

Along with the porridge, there were also some pickled wild vegetables. Zhang Rong'er held up his chopsticks to try it, and it tasted very good.

Zhang Rong'er quickly finished a bowl of porridge, and the little beggar saw that she had eaten all the rice grains around the bowl, his eyes became unusually bright.

In the following days, originally Zhang Ronger could heal her injury by relying on her own breath, but every day when the little beggar came to send her true energy, Zhang Ronger remembered the true energy that came to the little beggar when she was in the enchantment. Because of this, she opened her mouth, but she didn't have the spirit to reject the little beggar.

That is, every time the little beggar poured his true energy into her, Zhang Rong'er noticed that his face became more transparent and pale.

Zhang Ronger said, "Zhuang You, are you really okay?"

Seeing that she cared about him, he smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, his smile was purer than the first morning dew between heaven and earth.

"nothing."

At night, he suddenly said to Zhang Ronger, "Sister Fairy, if one day I die, will you forget me?"

Zhang Rong'er was startled, and after a while, he said, "Zhuang You, why did you die? As long as you practice hard, you may be able to attain Taoism and become an immortal."

That night, the little beggar seemed to be in a particularly depressed mood, and said, "Sister Fairy, let me sing for you."

"Huh? You can sing? Good!"

Because there was no lighting tool, in the dark, the little beggar sat under the eaves and began to sing with a deep emotional voice.

Citing songs and howling floating clouds and swords to test the world
white clothes stained with frost

Back then, under the shade of drunken flowers, the beauty instantly
Linghualei cinnabar

I still remember the fireworks in the bustling dream in the song
Who is wrong to worry about

The Yellow Crane Tower is empty and depressed, traveling to the end of the world
white hair

The fleeting time is secretly exchanged with this love to remember

Whispering with low brows at the bridgehead
The blue fall, the yellow spring, the world of mortals are gone, it is hard to find
look back a hundred years

Jinghu is emerald green, low clouds are hanging down, and the beauty's eyebrows are darkly drawn in front of the tent
Who is asking Jun Hu Bugui

This love is nothing but fireworks broken love parting wine poured a thousand cups
Lightly pour Zhu Yansleep

How can the light cold and evening snow go with me after years of loneliness
I only know that I should not regret in this life

Shanshanyan word goes and returns again Tumi flowers bloom no reason to get drunk

I just owe someone a drop of cinnabar tears
Those few lines, "Where does the coldness and evening snow accompany each other, I have been alone for so many years, I only say that I should not regret it in this life", sang in the little beggar's voice like silk and bamboo colliding with each other, especially with infinite sorrow and joy sad.

Zhang Rong'er felt a little sad for no reason after listening to the little beggar's song.

And under the pale yellow moonlight, the little beggar suddenly said, "There is singing but no dancing, it's very boring. My sister must be bored recently, right? I'll sing and dance for my sister to see."

"Can you dance?"

"Sister, let's see?"

As he spoke, his figure moved, and he immediately began to dance under the peach blossom tree. Under the sky full of petals, he was as graceful as a dragon, with long sleeves waving, and his figure was incomparably graceful.

His dance, sometimes like a flying fairy coming from the sky, and then smiled brightly at her, sometimes like a bustling flower, the flowers are fragrant and the birds are singing, and thousands of petals are waving, the beauty is thrilling, as if the country is overwhelmed.

It seemed that all the beautiful things between the heaven and the earth were expressed by him in an instant. Zhang Rong'er heard him singing in a low voice, her heart drifted for no reason, and her thoughts drifted far, far away.

When everything calmed down, she heard his wet voice, "Sister, is it good-looking?"

Zhang Ronger did not speak for a long time.

He was a little disappointed, and said, "Isn't it pretty?"

Zhang Rong'er came back to her senses and said, "No, no, it's very beautiful. I've never seen such a beautiful thing. Zhuang You, you made me never forget such a thrilling and beautiful dance."

After he heard it, his voice was very low, as if he was muttering, "That's good, that's good!" At least, you won't forget me, right?
He seemed to say the last sentence, but he didn't seem to say it.

Zhang Ronger said, "Zhuang You, what did you say?"

"nothing!"

He fluttered, his figure was under the shadow of the moon, and he entered another room.

In Zhang Ronger's heart, a little uneasiness suddenly rose at this moment.

Fortunately, the next day, the little beggar got up as usual, so Zhang Rong'er was relieved.

After half a month, Zhang Rong'er's health has completely recovered due to the little beggar's infusion of true energy every day.

Just receiving favors from others, it is inevitable that she feels a little uneasy. This time, Zhang Rong'er can fully feel her powerful energy, and she can also feel her own strength. She is confident that she can break through that barrier.

However, at this time, the problem came again, how could she tell the little beggar to leave?
After all, this time is different from the last time. The little beggar has taken care of her wholeheartedly recently. She is not a piece of wood, and can she remain indifferent?

But when she was in trouble, she got up for a long time this morning, but she didn't see the little beggar get up. She was very puzzled, so she pushed open the door of the little beggar's room, and waited for her to open the door of the little beggar's room. Later, when I saw it, I saw that the little beggar was lying on the bed, and had died for a long time.

Zhang Rong'er hurriedly rushed over to feel his pulse. When he touched it, his heart felt cold. In the little beggar's sea of ​​consciousness, the gray air current had disappeared at this moment.

It turned out that those gray air currents could not improve his body, and when the gray air currents disappeared, it was when he died.

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