Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

The old man held on to the door, as if Yan Ce closed the door too quickly and accidentally locked the latch.

One second before Xiang Yan was about to hit the door.

"Bang!!!"

……

……

into the night.

Yan Ce walked to the old man's hospital bed and placed a bouquet of flowers and a fruit basket.

"Although you and I met for the first time, it was very exciting. But remember not to play like this next time, it's scary."

"..."

The old man wrapped in gauze stared at the dome and remained silent for a long time.

"How is General Xiang?" Yan Ce looked at the doctor who was changing the old man's medicine.

"Unexpectedly, there were no serious injuries. General Xiang has exercised well." The doctor praised.

Seeing Xiang Yan's uncomfortable expression, Yan Ce did not force him, and said softly from the standpoint of a junior: "Heal your injuries first, and I will come to see you when you recover from your injuries."

His last trust in the teenager is the gate.

Then, the door was locked by Yan Ce.

With no expression on her face, Xiang Yan raised her finger and pointed at the door with difficulty, her lips twitched for a long time, and said, "Get lost."

"..."

Yan Ce signaled the old man to calm down and not to be irritable, and then returned to his room.

"There is a lot of movement."

Miss Ling Shi folded her arms around her chest and sat on his bed, as if she had returned to the medical building because of the accidental explosion, her cold voice was full of dissatisfaction.

"You are here."

"The royal court has little business today, so I took the time to come here and take the prince back." The woman said, "Unexpectedly, something happened to you."

"I was just about to go downstairs to bring some food for my husband, but Xiang Yan blew himself up in the room alone. Fortunately, I arrived in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous." Yan Ce said with lingering fear.

"Heh...you don't need to make up lies."

Her voice was a little serene, as if temporarily letting go of her disdain for him, she stretched out her fingers and moved the boy's ear to the other side to check whether there was any scar behind the ear.

"Don't move yet, eh? My heart is beating faster. Tsk, do you want to dig out your heart?"

"I didn't get hurt at all. I'll take care of the tail myself. I'm going back to the royal court."

She withdrew her finger and said, "By the way, the food box is on the cabinet next to your bed, don't forget."

"You got oil on your hands."

"Stay away."

"It tastes good, eh. I mean the food."

"Oh, I see."

"Fusu is asleep. It seems that the medical building is not safe. I'm sorry to trouble you." Yan Ce smiled slightly and pulled the distance slightly closer.

She rubbed her eyelids and stood up from the bed, as if some kind of defense had been removed. The breeze and clouds were flowing by the window, and a strand of long hair hanging by her ear fluttered with the wind.

"Good night." Yan Ce said.

The woman glanced at him, hesitated for a rare moment, and responded in a strange way:

"Ah, good night."

Chapter five hundred and twentieth highlights a counselor

On the table, there is an oil lamp.

A small flame is enough to cool down this not-so-big ward.

It was still early, and Yan Ce didn't intend to go to bed early.

Open the food box, and take out a plate of delicious but horrible-looking grilled fish. The smell is probably due to the layer upon layer of seasonings. For the old master of law, this kind of cooking It's normal to lack skills. Women who don't stick to the sun are like this at the beginning, and there is a long way to go.

Pick up a piece and it melts in your mouth.

The roast fish is almost made into fish soup, no wonder it is so tasty.

It breaks as soon as it is clamped, and the fish can still maintain its shape when it is so hot. It is also a pain for the fish.

Yan Ce sighed, didn't have the idea of ​​picking and choosing, and picked up a spoon to eat instead.

Outside the door, Miss Lingshi stretched her hands behind her back, leaning against the wall, her heels slightly raised, and the heels of her shoes carved tiny marks on the wall.

Through the window of the cloister, he stared fixedly at the cold brilliance sprinkled from the distant sky.

The night sky is studded with bright stars, against the deep and mysterious darkness.

Hearing the sound of the boy walking inside through the door, he would inexplicably be a little bit concerned. Perhaps this kind of emotion is very strange, like walking into the center of the fog, facing the sweeping unknown, a little helpless. measures.