Interstellar Rebirth to Save the Husband

Chapter 702 He is a star 2
"twelve……"

Xing Hao left with a gloomy expression, still chanting the name silently.

She never knew why he had to call her Twelve that night, she would never be interested in his words, let alone ask the bottom line, so why did he call her Twelve?

Could this Twelve be his favorite person?

So, she's just his favorite person who looks alike?

Otherwise, why did he call her Twelve?

After all, he was three hundred years older than her!

Three hundred years old, six generations of ordinary interstellar people!
In the whole 300 years, will you not meet the woman you like?

Hua Canling's heart ached, it hurt so much.

When she clamored that she would never fall in love with him, she really never thought that she wanted to do it all over again so strongly, wanted to respond to all his cares, and wanted to love him well.

But, what if the one he loves is not her?
Hua Canling's whole body was trembling, she refused to think about it.

"Hanako, don't be sad, help me take this to her, I must go and bring her back, I can't let her die with such a crime, I must go and bring her back!"

"Your Highness..."

Hanako burst into tears.

"Hanako," Xing Hao's voice was so weak, his pupils were shining with light, but it was like a flash of light: "If you meet someone you will never forget, name her Twelve, because there are two lovers. There are twelve characters for friends, twelve characters for family members, twelve characters for tears, twelve characters for grief and pain."

……

All the trembling of Hua Canling stopped, and her whole soul fell into a coma.

Xing Hao, love her!
……

I don't know how long I slept.

Hua Canling wakes up faintly.

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest.

I don't know if this is in a dream, or has it returned to reality?

Looking around, this is a very fairy boudoir.

The light gauze spreads wonderfully, and on the antique furniture, the exquisite carving skills of skilled craftsmen are lifelike; the breeze lifts the pink and purple gauze curtains, and the elegant fragrance of flowers comes to the nostrils, and the whole house is full of fairy spirits!

Strange, this place is very familiar.

Then, her eyes fell on the painting of Immortal Immortals of Hundred Plants hanging above the dressing mirror!
Hua Canling's head was throbbing, and he sat up from the bed, ignoring that he was only wearing thin clothes, and ran out with bare feet: "Xing Huo!"

"Miss, miss, what's the matter with you?"

"What star?"

At the door, Qingsi and Qingqian, two little maids brought up by the original owner earlier to serve in the inner courtyard, hurriedly stopped and helped her to stop her disheveled clothes from running barefoot and yelled.

"Who sent me back?"

Hua Canling grabbed their hands with his backhand and asked anxiously.

If Fan Jingtian is Xingdao, if Fan Jingtian is Xingdao, if...he will definitely not leave like this!

He will definitely wait until she wakes up!

Her whole body was agitated.

Xing Hao, actually in this interface of cultivating immortals!
No, how could he be on this interface of cultivating immortals? !
Hua Canling can't wait to see Xingzhen right now, ask him well, and express his heartfelt feelings!
"Oh, this one," the little girl looked at each other and smiled, and then Qingsi covered her mouth and said, "Miss was brought back by Master Fan of Xianyun Sect!"

"Miss has been in a coma for three days and three nights, and Sect Master Fan Shao also stayed by Miss's bed for three days and three nights, and was just invited out by the lord."

　Writing these few stories moved me, but not the little fairy who read the text.

　　I looked back at the ending article of the Healing Department, "The Emperor, the Prince is a Woman", and then erased this paragraph.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)