Yan Huan

When Yan Huan woke up, he found that he was no longer in the dark and turbid dungeon. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. The original bloody clothes had been replaced with soft and silky silk clothes. The soft and thin quilt was under his body, which was very comfortable. The pain was severe but he could still bear it. Having lived with the medicine for a long time, he smelled the faint fragrance of medicine in the air, thinking that someone had already given medicine to his dilapidated body.

He sighed inaudibly, as if it was destined, whether he was in that world or in this life, he couldn't escape being with medicine.

In his last life, his legs were disabled and he was seriously ill. Even though he took countless medicines, he still couldn't survive the age of 20. I don't know if it was God's mercy, but a lonely soul traveled to this other world, and he was reborn.

"Wake up." A clear male voice sounded in the quiet room.

Yan Huan was slightly startled, and looked up looking for the sound. The person who came was wearing a white shirt, half curly black hair was hanging down behind him, smooth and flowing like fine silk, his sword eyebrows were drawn into his temples, and his reddish thin lips were lightly pursed. Indifferent as frost, the knuckles of the fingers holding the porcelain bowl are distinct, and the hot air flows upwards, gently hiding the beautiful face in the mist, making it look more dusty, but also revealing the distance.

"Drink the medicine."

Hearing this, Yan Huan took the medicine bowl silently with both hands, and said softly, "Thank you."

Mo Yu lost his mind for a moment, but quickly disappeared, standing by the bed, silently looking at the person who was quietly drinking the medicine, his jet-black hair was soaked in fine sweat and limply stuck to his forehead, His brows were slightly frowned, there were some mottled welts on his face, and there was a faint cyan color under his long eyelashes, which made the already delicate and delicate person even more frail.

A bowl of medicine was poured into the mouth, before Yan Huan could open his mouth, the medicine bowl in his hand was taken by the person beside the bed, looking at the person who turned to leave, Yan Huan threw off the thin quilt and got up: "Wait a minute."

Hearing the sound, Mo Yu stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at the person who was standing by the bed slightly bent over and holding on to the bedposts, gasping for breath, his eyes darkened: "You are suffering from severe physical loss, it's better to calm down and recuperate now."

Yan Huan didn't expect that this body was already so dilapidated that it made his chest hurt like a boulder.Looking at the doorway where no one was seen, Yan Huan slowly sat back on the bed. He knew that this was not the world he was familiar with. People here, both male and female, had long flowing hair and long clothes with wide sleeves. They were more or less familiar. He has martial arts that he is not familiar with, but he was imprisoned as soon as he came, and he has no way of knowing what kind of world this is, but if he comes, he will be at ease. Since they rescued him, it means that there is no danger of his life for the time being. A good injury is the most important thing. Thinking of this, the deep uneasiness in my heart slowly dissipated.

On the long corridor, Mo Yu looked at Mo Ze who was standing in front of him. His long hair was loose, he was holding a white jade jug, and his red clothes were like fire. With his slight breath, there was an intoxicating aroma of wine.

"I'm hurt too. Why don't you see the decoction service before your bed? It's really biased." Mo Ze glanced at the porcelain bowl with some medicine dregs remaining, and smiled inscrutablely.

Mo Yu pursed his lips slightly, and slightly pushed his wrist away from Mo Ze who was blocking the way: "When will a few ants hurt you."

Mo Ze's eyes twitched, looking at the back of the departing person, there was a trace of tenderness in his eyes, and he followed quickly: "It's easy to hide a hidden arrow, but it's hard to guard against it. There will always be an accident."

"Don't talk nonsense here." Mo Yu was slightly annoyed, this person always likes to make things difficult for him.

Mo Ze opened his mouth slightly when he heard the words, but didn't make a sound. After a while, he threw the jug casually, and followed with a bright smile.

"My lord has been in seclusion for three years, and I'm about to leave."

"Well, it's almost there!" Mo Yu counted the days and estimated that there was still half a year left.

"I have also found the Tianhan physique suitable for the survival of the cold jade worm. In the past two years, you have carefully adjusted everything to be safe. I only hope that the Lord will like it and accept it, so that the Lord will no longer have to retreat for the matter of Tianhuo."

Hearing this, Mo Yu involuntarily glanced at the medicine bowl in his hand, thinking of the extremely polite person on the bed, he always felt that something had changed.