Original God Zhongli BG Xiao Qinglong traveled through time

At night, Lin Huan woke up in a daze, feeling a little damp on her body. The sound of raindrops in her ears made her heart tighten.

Oh no, it’s raining…!

Ignoring the pain in my body, I struggled to sit up, and then a firm hand supported my shoulder.

"You..." The man's voice was low and pleasant, "It's raining, let's... go inside."

“You…” Lin Huan grimaced in his heart. If he still had the energy to jump, he would really jump in pain…

"Now is not the time to talk. It's raining. Let's go into the house first." Fushe's voice was very soft. The quiet Yaksha was very gentle, or rather, docile.

"You are badly injured... This house is my place, it is safe."

"Okay...thank you, Brother Yasha."

The two supported each other, went into the house together, and found a clean place to sit down.

"I'm very strong. You fought for such a long time without losing the upper hand. You found a chance to knock me down. You are also very good."

"No, Brother Yasha, you are too kind. I just took advantage of the situation." Lin Huan was overwhelmed by the compliments and said softly, "Actually, I am really happy to meet you..."

"Xiao misses you very much..." Lin Huan said softly.

"Xiao?" Yaksha looked over with puzzled eyes.

"My friend... Brother Yasha, you don't even remember him. He... is your family."

"My family." Fushe said softly, "My, family."

"I'm…"

"Okay, it's okay. It doesn't matter if you can't remember. We'll take it slowly... the memory will come back. Don't worry... don't be afraid." Lin Huan stood up with force, moved towards the man, raised his hand, and gently patted his broad back.

"I should say sorry to you for what happened just now... but the situation is urgent, so I had no choice but to do this... I'm sorry..." Lin Huan whispered while gently patting Yaksha's back.

Listening to the sound of raindrops outside the window, the two tired people put their heads together, comforted each other, and slowly fell asleep again.

(7)

The next day, Lin Huan was awakened by the bright sunshine. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up and looked out the window. The tall figure was sitting at a small table with a large pot of wine on it and a fire burning at his feet. The pheasant that was thrown aside during the battle yesterday had already been processed, torn in half and roasted on the fire rack until it was golden and crispy, with steam rising. Lin Huan stretched, stood up, stepped out of the door barefoot, and walked closer, smelling an alluring aroma.

"You're here?" Fu She looked over and smiled widely. He stood up, walked to Lin Huan, pushed her to sit on a stool, then squatted down, took half of the chicken off the fire, threw it into the bowl, and placed it in front of her.

“…Wait a minute, don’t move.” When Fushe was about to squat down to pick up another piece of meat, Lin Huan stopped him, “Let me see your hand.”

Yaksha stopped what he was doing in confusion, half squatted and looked up at her, then stretched out all four of his hands in front of her.

Ah Huan closed his eyes in pain, raised his hands to hold the two burned hands of Yasha, and examined them carefully. They were just very red and swollen... new wounds overlapped with old scars.

"How can you touch such hot food with your hands? Really..."

Forget it…Lin Huan took a deep breath.

"Don't be sad, it doesn't hurt."

“How could it not hurt…” Lin Huan retorted in a low voice, “Forget it, just wait for me here… Don’t run around, okay? I’ll go get you some medicine now…”

After waking up and losing his memory, Yasha was really well-behaved and obedient.

"How long are you going?"

“Very soon, very soon… Close your eyes, open them, and count to sixty. Count slowly… Don’t be afraid, I’ll be back soon.” Lin Huan touched his soft black hair, watched him close his eyes, and counted softly… Then he turned into a green wind and disappeared lightly on the spot.

The next second, Lin Huan appeared on the Yujing stage, startling Grandma Ping who was sitting at the table.

"Ah Huan you..."

"Grandma Ping, it's like this. Please help me prepare a few prescriptions for anti-inflammatory and swelling reduction... It's urgent, please!" Lin Huan said softly.

"Also, do you know of any posts that can calm the mind and eliminate miasma?"

"Ahuan, you..." Grandma Ping was a little confused, but as a fairy doctor, her hands were still very quick. In just a few moves, a few medicine packs were ready.

"I don't know what the condition of the patient you need to treat is, but I have heard from the Emperor about the medical prescription for calming the mind and relieving poison... It is prepared for the Yakshas who fight against the remnants of the evil demon gods on the battlefield..."

"Thank you, Grandma Ping... for helping me out of this urgent need." Lin Huan held the large and small packages that were handed to him and bowed slightly, "I don't have time to sit down... someone is waiting for me very anxiously... I'll invite you to Xinli Pavilion for tea next time I come back."

Having said that, he disappeared again on the spot.

"What's wrong with this girl? Why does she suddenly..." Grandma Ping stopped where she was, somewhat puzzled.

Before returning, Lin Huan thought about it and went to a clinic for ordinary people to get some prescriptions for treating injuries and strong liquor. He leaned against the railing of the corridor beside the lotus pond and carefully observed the things in his hand. Seeing that everything he needed was in place, he turned into a stream of light and dissipated.