Chief Adorable Immortal: Lord Xianjun's little monster

Chapter 63
The rain bell in Hanshan rang again, and the mighty echo could be heard in the dream.The wind there, the plane trees there, the small mass there, and the bluestone steps covered with dead leaves.

Over and over again, she dreams the same dream.

"Answer!"

"Ack, answer..."

"Da da, Pinellia da da..."

Someone was calling her name, accompanied by an echo, and then she finally opened her eyes, and saw the pairs of hands stretched out to her. Behind the interlaced fingers were faces without facial features, smiling sinisterly.

No, don't...don't come here!She hugged her head and screamed, shouting "Xianjun" desperately, but countless hands still submerged her, strangling her slender neck, as well as her slender ankles and knees on her hands.His whole body felt as if he was about to be torn apart, and he was in excruciating pain.

"Ah!" With a scream, she suddenly sat up, only to realize that everything was a dream.

With a "creak", the slightly heavy wooden door was pushed open, and Yunyou came in with the medicine.

Seeing that he woke up, Yunyou was overjoyed, and quickly walked a few steps to the bed: "Just now I was thinking of waking you up, Yunliu boiled the medicine, I don't have enough mana to keep warm, it's getting cold now, hurry up Drink some."

Da Da seemed to be still in shock, resting his forehead weakly on his knees, his body was weak.

Yunyou put a pillow on her back and handed her the medicine bowl.

Da Da silently looked at the medicine bowl, after a while, finally took it and drank it down in one gulp.But the bitter taste made her lie on the bedside and retch a few times. She covered her mouth desperately to prevent the medicine from vomiting out.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, and Da Da's pale face turned a faint pink from the desire to vomit.

Yunyou couldn't help but sighed: "Da Da, don't cry, you always cry, it's not good for the child. Although I don't know what happened to you, it won't help if you cry like this."

Da Da couldn't help it, she knew that what Yun You said was right, she had said this to herself countless times, but there was no way, she was spoiled by Qin Ling.When she is in pain, unhappy, bullied, or even lonely, she can shed tears easily, because someone will feel distressed and make her happy.

Maybe she wants to be strong, but this is not something that can be done in a short while, she really wants to be a good mother, but she is at a loss, her heart is empty, like an impatient cat, constantly scratching Her tail twirled, even though she knew it was useless, no one told her what to do.

"I..." The hoarse voice carried some fragmentary cries: "I want to see him."

Yun You looked at her: "Master Qin Ling?"

"You know?" Da Da opened his eyes wide.

"You called Xianjun's name just now in a dream." Yunyou wiped the sweat off her face with a towel: "It's not easy to meet Xianjun."

Hearing the answer, his eyes dimmed.

Yunyou bit his lower lip: "However, you can try."

Da Da grabbed Yun You's hand fiercely: "How to try? Sister Yun You, tell me what to do!"

"If the immortal servant is taken away by the immortal who ranks in the immortal class, he can be promoted to the immortal servant. The temple has not been promoted to the immortal servant for more than 2000 years. I heard people in the temple say that the Jade Emperor intends to marry Qin Lingxian Your Majesty, that’s why the temple needs a new celestial attendant.”

"A marriage? Is it a marriage..." Da Da suddenly trembled all over, and murmured, "Is he going to get married?"

Seeing her like this, Yunliu couldn't help comforting her, "Da Da... With your current status, it's impossible for you to be with him."

Da Da acted as if he didn't hear, and stared at her with wide eyes, like a frightened rabbit.

"Xianjun, will you marry a wife and have children?" When she was in the mortal world, she followed him to practice.Walking across the bridge made of bluestone slabs, the red sedan chair walked past her, she once asked him this way.

Qin Ling smiled and asked her back, "If I marry a wife and have children, what will you do?"

She shed tears, hugged him tightly and refused to let go: "Who do you want to marry? I don't want it, I don't want it!"

He kissed her delicate cheek helplessly: "I don't want to marry anyone, I only marry you, there is no one who is closer than us in the world, right?"

They practiced together, walked across countless bridges, and saw countless flowers.It was Pinellia held by him with his own hands. He has gone through wind, frost, rain and snow all the way, more intimate than relatives and deeper than lovers.

(End of this chapter)