How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

  Chapter 749 Return of the Unruly, such as scattered flowers (34)

   In Wen Xien's eyes, his child is the best and most handsome.

  The child walked in front of Wen Xien, grabbing the corner of his clothes, and said something softly under Wen Xien's pure eyes.

   "I like it, thank you."

   However, Wen Xien was already stunned. She blinked her eyes in disbelief. Just now... She seemed to see a child smiling!

  Although it is only a little bit, it is very subtle, but it was captured by Wen Xien!

   It was the first time that she had never seen a child laugh in such a long time.

   was as short-lived as a flash in the pan, and he immediately returned to his expressionless face.

  The child is wearing new clothes, and his expression is very light, as if he is happy, but he does not seem to be happy at the same time, it is a very complicated emotion, hidden deep, it is difficult for people to see.

Wen Xien stretched out his hand to hold the child's face, the child raised his head obediently, and met those black and pure eyes: "Xiaohua, did you laugh just now? Give me another laugh, okay? Just do it for a while. ?"

  The child blinked in confusion, as if he didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence.

  laughs…

   Did he just laugh? Since cultivating the ruthless way, he has almost cut off his emotions and desires. He doesn't know what to laugh and cry about, so that he can only look at Wen Xien in confusion now, dumbfounded.

  Wen Xien saw that the child's face was very stiff, so she didn't force it any more. Some times the first time, there will be a second time. Take your time, the child can't, she will teach him to laugh and teach him to cry.

   When the child finished wiping his body and went to the bed, there was no heat in the quilt. The child was just a small stove with little meat, and it was uncomfortable to hold.

   As soon as Miao Hua got into the quilt, he put his arms around Wen Xien's neck, with a dependence that he didn't even notice.

  The child rested his head on the pillow, looked at Wen Xien's gentle and quiet eyes, leaned in little by little, pressed his foreheads against each other, and rubbed gently.

  Like a little beast, and Wen Xien just smiled at the corners of his mouth, his delicate and beautiful extreme eyebrows and eyes were like ink paintings, ethereal and dreamy, like the wind, as if they would dissipate at any time.

   She is beautiful. She is as beautiful as a fairy. She was supposed to be on the altar, but was pulled down by mortals.

   is so fragile and can be destroyed easily. Fortunately, in this village, if she was living in the capital, how could she still be so carefree now.

  Sora has a peerless beauty, but does not have the corresponding protective ability, and the final end will end miserably.

  Miao Hua now finally understands the true meaning of this doom, Wen Xien is his calamity, his life and death calamity.

   If you break through, you can transform into a god.

But now Miao Hua is no longer the Immortal Venerable Miao Hua of Qingxu Sect. He is just an abandoned child. It was Wen Xien who rescued him, gave him a home, and made him have feelings and desires again. Hua knew that he should not fall into the trap like this, but to break it as soon as possible.

   But... Wen Xien is too weak, too fragile, Miao Hua is afraid that if he doesn't pay attention, Wen Xien will fall asleep and never wake up again.

If she returned to her body, the first thing Miao Hua would do was to take Wen Xien back to the Qingxu Gate, then clear her of the unnecessary charges and return her innocence. After that, she was still the top disciple of the Qingxu Gate. , still his apprentice.

  The child called out her name unconsciously: "Wen Xien..."

   I don't know if it was an illusion, but Wen Xien felt that the child's voice was extraordinarily tender and nostalgic.

  Wen Xien's eyes were gentle, she leaned over and kissed the child's eyebrows, with a thin warmth in her eyes: "Go to bed early."

  The child opened his eyes: "Well."

Wen Xien was very tired today, and her body was unwell, and she fell asleep quickly. When she was awake, the corners of her mouth always had a faint smile, but when she really fell asleep, her brows were always Wrinkled, as if not at ease in a dream.

   Gently smoothed his wrinkled brows, Miao Hua squeezed into Wen Xien's arms, the fragrant inside the quilt was the smell of Wen Xien's body, it smelled so good that he couldn't help but get closer.

  ——

  Miao Hua was awakened by the heat. He opened his eyes in a daze, and he was awakened suddenly when he touched his extremely hot cheeks. He immediately sat up from the bed.

   Wen Xien's pale and sick face was twisted in pain, and thin beads of sweat ooze from her forehead, as if every movement was a huge torture.

  Wen Xien was in the rain yesterday, the wind was so strong, and she fell. Her body had already hurt the foundation, and she started to have a high fever in the middle of the night.

  It was still dark, Miao Hua put on clothes casually, added a quilt, covered Wen Xien tightly, then went to boil water, wet it with a towel and folded it into a rectangular head for cold compress.

   It was still raining lightly outside, so Miao Hua stayed by the bedside and changed the towel every once in a while, but Wen Xien's condition did not improve at all, but seemed to be getting worse.

  Miao Hua glanced at the bright sky outside, changed the towel for Wen Xien again, found a hoodie and a hat, and rushed into the rain.

   On the way, Miao Hua asked someone for the direction of the doctor's house and ran over quickly.

Doctor Zhang is the only person in the village who knows medical skills, but it is still very early, and the door of Doctor Zhang's house is not opened. Miao Hua knocked on the door hard, the rain wet his face, and his eyelash.

  The door did not open for a while, but Miao Hua only felt that time seemed to be extremely slow at this moment. He kept knocking, louder than a urging, and he didn't stop until the door was opened.

  Doctor Zhang held an umbrella with a wrinkled face, looking at the child who was not on his waist, "What are you doing?"

   "I, my family is sick, you, can you go and see?"

   The child was panting heavily, his scarlet eyes with an imperceptible desire.

  Doctor Zhang's temper was not very good, but he softened his heart towards such a young child, and went into the room with the medicine box and followed the child.

   On the way, Doctor Zhang asked, "Which child are you from? Why haven't you seen it before?"

   Miao Hua did not hesitate, "From Wen Xi'en's family."

  Doctor Zhang suddenly realized that he had heard of Wen Xien and met several times. He had a particularly deep memory, mainly his peerless face and temperament, which was hard to forget.

   It's just that he remembered that the other party's body didn't seem very good, and he was still lame.

  Unfortunately, from the first sight of Dr. Zhang seeing Wen Xien, he knew that the other party did not belong here, it was always an inexplicable intuition.

   The candles in the room were still on, so Doctor Zhang went in first, and Miao Hua took off his robe and hat before entering.

  Miao Hua watched from the side, tugging at the corners of his clothes from time to time, constantly shifting his steps, never feeling restless and impatient.

   If there is a typo, please point it out first, and I will change it tomorrow. I don’t have time today.

   (end of this chapter)