Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

[Lord God, although we are only accompanying our master to experience the tribulation, please use your divine power with caution. ]

Especially used in this situation.

The little Bianhua was lying on the edge of the hospital bed, the green leaves above its head swaying as it spoke.

[I know. ]

Gloomy silver light flowed out from the palm of his hand, bouncing around a few times as if consciously, and continuously ran towards the man lying on the hospital bed.

Shen Yi's complexion improved significantly.

[I just want to make him feel better. ]

At least ensure that he spends less time suffering from illness while he is alive.

As the lord of the underworld, Yousu is superior to the ten princes of the underworld, so his strength goes without saying.

Even the little wolf cub that was injured at the beginning has never been so embarrassed.

She was really frightened by the situation today.

Hua Ling stretched out her hand and touched it lightly, and the divine power instantly wrapped around its hand and swept through the body along the arm, carrying endless power.

The whole body feels relaxed and even energetic with it.

But after a while, everything disappeared again, leaving no trace at all.

The power that originally felt like it was about to merge disappeared into the night like a deflated rubber ball.

The green leaves above my head wilted, and I lay back down feeling a little disappointed.

Yan He retracted his hand, glanced at it with lowered eyes, and touched its head with his slender index finger: "Your cultivation level is still small, I'm afraid I won't be able to absorb your divine power." ]

[Alas~]

Although he was Yousu, he was still worried that his body in the small world would not be able to withstand too much divine power, so Yan He would give up as soon as he felt better.

He turned around and sat on the sofa nearby.

Be prepared to handle any situation he may have.

Little Bianhua jumped up to the sofa and followed her line of sight.

[The master seems to be sleeping more deeply. ]

It looked like he was about to wake up at any moment.

[Um. ]

Yan He looked at his side face for a long time, making sure that he had no adverse reactions, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Want to take a break.

[Huh? ]

[Shenjun, do you want to sleep too? ]

After a while of silence, the voice of Bianhuahua chirped in my ears again: [I heard from Roubao that the God Realm belongs to Lord Feng Xi. I see, you are no less...]

[Shut up. ]

[......]

Little Bianhua didn’t dare to speak.

Two small hands tightly covered his mouth.

The little flower spirit has no right to speak.

Thinking of this, it suddenly got up from the sofa, its little face wrinkled into a ball: [Why did Po Meng lie to me? He also said he would name me Hua Ling...]

Aren’t Hua Ling and Hua Ling the same? Then isn’t every flower called a flower spirit when it takes shape?

I didn't expect a response.

Unexpectedly, Yan He glanced at it sideways: "Well, it's quite smart." ]

He reacted so quickly.

She thought she would be as silly as Lingxi's little fat guy, because of a joke she made on a whim. Even now, she still thinks the name Roubao sounds good.

Thinking of the origin of the name, she couldn't help but curled her lips and felt a little headache.

[It turns out that Shenjun has already discovered that the name Hualing is not good at all. ]

The little Bianhuahua is really wilting now.

I thought it was a unique name, but I didn't expect that it could be called every flower.

It doesn't sound good at all.

not good at all.

Not at all!

Yan He ignored its emotions and closed his eyes with a calm expression: "It's okay if you want the name Hualing to be yours alone." ]

When the little Bianhua heard this, she immediately became energetic and her two round eyes flashed: "What should we do?" ]

[The position of Flower Goddess is still vacant. ]

[......]

The Lord God put it lightly, it would be great if it really had this ability.

How could he remain in the underworld for thousands of years without changing his form?

Moreover, there are countless flowers in the world that are more spiritual than the flower of hell, so where can it be compared to it?

It is still the reality of being a little flower spirit that follows its master and the Lord.

The sky is bright.

Yan He called out the little Bianhua who was hiding in the kitchen.

Seeing that he looked good and didn't feel any discomfort, he got up from the sofa.

But before he could leave, the person on the bed had already woken up with long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Shen Yi immediately took a look around the ward. When he saw the bright beauty, the corner of his mouth curled up: "You..."

"He's awake."

Yan He directly interrupted what he wanted to say and glanced at Shen Zhe: "I'll come see you next time and have a good rest."

As soon as he finished speaking, he dragged Hua Ling and disappeared.

Shen Yi was slightly startled, and lowered his eyes to cover up the somewhat disappointed mood in his eyes.

At the same time, Shen Zhe had already gotten up from the accompanying bed: "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

"very good."

"If you feel uncomfortable, don't hide it."

"Well, it's not uncomfortable."

Shen Yi got up from the hospital bed and felt that the invisible hand that had been squeezing his heart seemed to loosen a little.

Although it didn't make him completely better, it made him feel a lot more relaxed.

Subconsciously, he turned his head and looked at an empty place not far away.

"I know you don't want us to worry. For your own sake, you have to ask any questions you have, otherwise we..."

Shen Zhe was tidying up the bedding while mumbling instructions.

As soon as I turned around, I saw that he was dazed for some reason, with a look of surprise and a bit of panic.

What happened suddenly?

This was the first time Shen Yi had such emotions.

Even if I heard that the doctor issued a critical illness notice before, I had never heard of it before.

"what happened to you?"

"Ayi, Shen Yi?"

Shen Yi came back to his senses and smiled softly: "Nothing, what did you just say?"

"Is it really okay?"

Facing his scrutinizing eyes, Shen Yi felt helpless: "I'm under your nose all day long, what can happen?"

"That's true. If you have anything to do, tell your family and dad and I will help you solve it."

"Ah."

"What's for breakfast?"

Shen Yi's clenched hand slowly loosened and then closed again. There were four crescent-shaped marks hidden in the palm of his hand: "Bring me a bowl of millet porridge, thank you."

"it is good."

Shen Zhe walked around the hospital bed, walked to the bedside table next to him, and picked up the thermos cup: "You didn't drink much water."

"Ah."

Shen Yi absent-mindedly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Shen Zhe, who had gone to the kitchen, heard a somewhat surprised voice: "Did you boil water when you got up this morning?"

"what?"

"This water is still scalding hot, and it was just poured into the cup. Why didn't you make any movement when you woke up this morning?"

Was he sleeping so soundly?

Shen Zhe came out and returned the water glass to him: "I thought you didn't drink."

"Why didn't you ask me to come?"

Shen Yi was also a little surprised, which later turned into a slight smile.

"I can still boil water."

Holding the water glass, he sat down on the corner of the sofa.

This time I didn't need anyone to urge me. I just poured a glass and let it sit until it cooled down a bit before I drank it.