Chapter 802 Uncle’s Compensation 6

Si Yu was stunned, accepted it for a long time, and pressed his hand between his eyebrows, "There is really no possibility of recovery? Head of Penglai, can you think of a way. Azhao is a girl, she can't accept it. "

Penglai raised his brows and said with great interest, "My villain has even experienced death, but he is only lame, why can't he accept it? I think you despise her, right?"

Si Yu frowned, "How could this king despise Ah Zhao?"

"It's hard to say."

Penglai patted Si Yu's shoulder with his fly whisk, and the old god said, "After all, you are the regent king with great power, but your princess is crippled, how embarrassing it is, isn't it?

In the future, during the holidays, your husband and wife will be a joke in other people's mouths.

I hope that villain of mine can withstand the pressure of gossip. "

Si Yu's brows were furrowed.

He was not in the mood to listen to Penglai's sarcastic remarks, so he turned his head and rushed into the room.

Penglai shook his head and smiled, and walked out leisurely.

The figure became shallower and lighter as he walked.

Before he was about to disappear, he thought of Song Zhaowen's words again.

Why is Si Yu still there after rebirth?

"Hmph, why don't you worry that you, a scoundrel, have lived two lifetimes, but you don't even have a man?"

Penglai murmured in his heart, "I will be a teacher for one day and be a father for the rest of my life. As a teacher, I have to take care of the lifelong affairs of my disciples. This can be regarded as the last gift for you as a teacher."

What he didn't say was.

He gave Si Yu life in this life out of selfishness.

What he paid was also the price of his eternal existence.

What about the Son of Heaven?

In front of life, everyone is equal.

"I only have time left in this life. Thanks to that evil disciple, I can finally have a good rest."

The figure of immortal demeanor was completely wiped out in the dust.

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Si Yu entered the room, sat on the edge of the bed and watched Song Zhao.

The girl was still asleep, her face pale and haggard.

He lifted the silkworm quilt on her knees and touched the thick gauze wrapped around her knees.

Penglai's words kept circling in his mind.

Can no longer stand up.

He pursed his lips and took a deep breath.

As soon as Song Zhao opened his eyes, he looked at Si Yu with guilt.

She moved her body and said softly, "Why are you looking at me with this expression?"

Si Yu looked at her without moving for a while, and said with difficulty, "Your master said that your knee needs to be taken care of. It may be a long time, and you won't be able to walk."

Song Zhao blinked, his expression hardly changed, he only turned his body sideways, "Come up and hug me."

Si Yu quickly took off his boots, lay down beside Song Zhao, and hugged the girl's soft body according to his words.

The bedroom is quiet.

The candlelight at the bedside gave off a warm light in the lantern, which swayed together with the interlaced breathing of the two.

Song Zhao clings to the man's body.

Si Yu's palm wrapped around her waist, the aura that belonged to him penetrated into her five senses aggressively, it belonged to their world of two.

Song Zhao, who has just come out of a hundred years of memory, feels that this taste is so precious.

Almost lost it.

Can't help but take a deep breath to make sure it really exists.

"You don't have to worry, I know my knee won't get better."

Song Zhao's lips pressed against his protruding Adam's apple, speaking softly.

Si Yu's body tensed up for a moment, but he didn't feel ashamed as usual, but was full of distress.

He pressed his chin against her forehead, and his voice was deliberately comforting, "Maybe the head of Penglai is just not good at orthopedics, you take good care of it, I will find you a better doctor, and we will definitely make our Ah Zhao alive and kicking."

The knee is fine.

Song Zhao is pretending.

For the sake of the subsequent plot of seizing the heirloom, don't worry about abuse.