Chapter 1279 Unintentional Burning (Additional Chapter 178 for Yan Shaofei, the Great Alliance!)

During the days of recuperation, I gritted my teeth and said nothing every day.

The curtain is always hung on the silver hook, and except when drinking medicine, there is always a distance between the two people.

That kind of distance definitely doesn't exist only in this room, and it definitely doesn't stop at the five and a half steps from the bed to the tea table.

It was another night - Jiang Wang didn't know which day it was, because he didn't know how long he had been unconscious, and he had no way to communicate with others.

If you count from the day you woke up, you have taken the medicine for five days.

Like every day before, Miaoyu opened the door and walked in when the night was dark. Still wearing blue-grey monk robes, wrapping his long hair with a monk's hat, and covering his face with a Bodhi mask.

Jiang Wang could roughly outline that appearance just by listening to the footsteps.

He had never been in a state of weakness for such a long time in his life. He could only lie stiffly on the bed every day, slowly transporting Dao Yuan, silently nourishing his body, and waiting for it to get better.

Unable to practice, there is no spare time to explore the inner palace. Even if you study Taoism in your mind, you cannot expend too much energy. After thinking for a while, you have to rest for a while.

In addition, just listening to the footsteps, getting further away and then getting closer.

Speaking of which, this should be his longest "rest" period. In the past, he had never slacked off in his practice, but now due to his physical condition, he could only carry Tao Yuan and ponder Tao techniques intermittently, but could not do more.

I spent a lot of time sleeping and a lot of time in a daze.

He was groggy when he was sleeping, and he was free and easy when he was in a daze.

Miaoyu walked into the house and lit a lamp first as usual. This bronze lamp is made of lamp oil boiled with mulberry resin, which is often used to calm the mind and calm the mind, especially for people who are bedridden.

A flick of light illuminated the whole room softly.

She took out three bowls of boiled medicine from the storage box, and checked each one with a piece of simulant.

Herbaceae is a medicinal treasure with very miraculous effects. After being infected with the patient's breath, the patient's physical state will be simulated. It is usually used to help the patient test medicine, which can reflect the patient's state after taking the medicine to the greatest extent.

The herb was in good condition, and today's medicine was well prepared. Miaoyu calmly put it away.

After using Yuan Li to slightly adjust the temperature of the medicine, he took out a wooden tray and walked towards the bed with three bowls of ugly-looking medicine - one bowl was colorful and complex, one was pale green and fluorescent, A bowl as dark as ink.

She looked at the strange and weird ones, and suddenly remembered the bowl of "soup" in the Black Bear Cave, and she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

So I became more active.

The lotus steps move lightly, and the fragrant breeze turns slightly.

She walked to the bedside with a beautiful gesture, and with one hand, she lifted Jiang Wang, who was lying down, against the head of the bed.

The smells of the three bowls of medicine mixed together and combined into an indescribably terrible smell. The smell is not only offensive to the nose, but also seems to pierce the heart.

Jiang Wangna glanced at it, and his eyelids jumped twice involuntarily.

The corners of Miaoyu's mouth turned up again under the mask, but she still didn't speak. She just picked up one of the bowls and moved it towards Jiang Wang's lips.

Jiang Wang had already remembered the consequences of rejection clearly.

So I honestly opened my mouth.

There was more smile in Miaoyu's eyes, and she gently poured the bowl of liquid as black as ink into it.

Gulu, Gulu.

Jiang Wang quickly swallowed it.

As strong-willed as he is, his brows are already knitted together as tightly as iron bars.

Miaoyu's hand was very steady, and the second bowl of colorful medicine was brought.

Jiang Wang opened his mouth again...

After downing three bowls in succession, she put away the medicine bowl and tray, picked up a handkerchief, and wiped the corners of Jiang Wang's mouth randomly.

Then he grabbed Jiang Wang's legs, pulled him down, and made him return to a lying position from a sitting position - this attitude made Jiang Wang feel even more ashamed, as if he was a baby only a few months old and could only be manipulated by adults.

But he couldn't protest - he knew the woman was waiting for him to speak.

No.

Jiang Wang continued the cold war between gritted teeth.

Miaoyu had already left the bedside nonchalantly.

One, two, three, four, five... five and a half steps.

She sat down at the tea table.

She sat with her back to Jiang Wang, cross-legged and closed her eyes.

The graceful back is really like a painting, reflected on the wall by the light. What kind of painter can paint such beautiful scenery?

After a while, the lights were blown out.

Lighting a lamp with lamp oil boiled with pisanberry resin is excellent for healing injuries, but it is better to only light it for half an hour every night, and not more than that.

The moonlight was also separated from the window, and now only the night flowed between the two of them.

One of them was sitting, the other was lying down, breathing slowly.

There seemed to be no disturbance, it was just a waste of time.

But both of them knew that no matter how long the night was... it would eventually pass.

Accidents happen unexpectedly.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Wang only felt the sound of the wind, and he was squeezed into the inside, and there was another person next to him.

The white curtain has been lowered, and the small silver hooks are moving back and forth emptyly.

His mind tightened suddenly.

"Junior Sister Yuzhen."

A female voice called outside the door.

Yuzhen? Her new name?

After recuperating here for so long, this was the first time someone came to visit him. He once thought that no one would come.

A woman's voice sounded next to her: "Senior sister, I have taken a break. What can I do?"

Too close...

Squeak~

The door was pushed open and then closed again.

The unknown "senior sister" had already walked into the room.

Jiang Wang was very nervous. He guessed that this nervousness was due to his current identity and current situation. The suspicion of being in contact with the devil had not yet been cleared. How many places in the world dared to shelter him? He could not be discovered by others.

"You don't have to get up." Judging from the voice, the "senior sister" should be standing by the door: "I'll talk to you here. If I really meet you face to face, I don't know what to say..."

Jiang Wang only felt that his arm seemed to touch a ball of water. The water fit the shape of his arm, warm and soft.

There seemed to be a whirlpool there, attracting all his attention.

Everything was actually very quiet, and he could clearly hear his heartbeat.

"Senior sister...what do you want to say."

Jiang Wang only realized at this time that her voice was very different from usual. All the charm and charm in her voice were actually gone, becoming plain, pure, and free.

From Miaoyu, Bailian, to Yuzhen, what did she experience?

Jiang Wang always knew that he didn't understand her. He also always thought that he didn't want to understand her.

But he couldn't cover his ears, so he could only listen in this awkward way at this moment...

"You don't see people on weekdays, but it's rare for you to stay in the nunnery these days." The female voice at the door said: "Senior sister is also very happy to see you..."

Miaoyu's breathing seemed a little heavy, and that weight seemed to be pressed in the air, making Jiang Wang's breathing less natural at this time.

But her voice still flowed out in that kind of pure voice--

"I have an unstable temper and can't stay in one place. Sometimes when I meet a cat or a dog, I have to stay for a long time... Things in the nunnery are really hard for you, senior sister."

Jiang Wang wanted to move to the side unnaturally, but his body was really weak.

His breathing became more and more uncomfortable.

For some reason, he felt like there was a fire source next to him.

There was an incredible temperature, burning something.

Fire without flames, burning without heart.

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(Seeking monthly tickets and genuine subscriptions.)

First, I will pay back one chapter that Brother Yan owes.

Let myself feel despair.