I have a deep love for Zhenjun

13.

From the way back from Langfeng Palace, I felt that the things in the foreground had become a bit unreal and unreal.

Thinking about it, even though Fu Qing gave me medicine, my energy and blood were still very short.When I got into the room, I didn't care too much, I groped to the bed and fell asleep for three days and three nights.

The funny thing is, I didn't wake up in the end, but was woken up by the cold.

I barely opened my eyelids and looked at the door, only to realize that I forgot to close the door when I came back earlier, and the cold wind whizzed into the room along the gap, and I don't know how long it has been pouring.

In this way, I was able to fall asleep. I really admire myself.

I stayed in bed for a while, so I reluctantly got up and closed the door tightly, turned around and lay back on the bed, staring at the empty room for a while, thinking silently, it seems that Fu Qing has not come to look for me these few days.

But yes, the blood has already been given to him, why is he still looking for me?Is it because I think I have nothing to do to add to my heart?

Shao Hei, Shao Hei, he just cares about you casually, so is it possible that you really regard yourself as someone else?

I taunted myself in my heart in a strange way, then thought again, it's over, it's over, Xi Xin's condition is getting worse, if I have to do bloodletting once a month in the future, I'm afraid my body won't be able to hold on.

I'm not afraid of death. To me, life and death are trivial matters.

There is a saying: Heaven is reincarnated, and rebirth is endless.Even an immortal has a moment when his body dies and his dao disappears.

It's just that the fairy court is cold and desolate, especially Langfeng. If I also enter nothingness, I don't know if Fuqing will be lonely?

Thinking of this, I feel a little sad.But he probably won't be lonely, because he has known me for many years, and the most common thing he said to me was to tell me to shut up.

By the way, Fu Qing and I... have known each other for several years?

I broke my fingers and did a rough calculation. It has been almost ten years since I became a drug guide.

He placed me in Fanqiu Zhai not far from Langfeng Palace, and he would send people to send some miraculous medicines that he found from unknown sources on weekdays.

In fact, these things are really unnecessary.If he really wanted me to recover faster, it would be more realistic to smile at me.

Thinking of this, I suddenly became interested, jumped up from the bed, groped under the pillow and took out a wooden figurine, placed it on the ground, and pinched it with my fingers.

The little man shook on the ground twice, and then exploded several silver lights one after another.I closed my eyes for a while, silently counted to six, and when I opened my eyes again, all the silver light in front of me had dissipated.

"Fu Qing" stepped on a ray of resting light, his face was expressionless, he didn't say a word, and looked at me with dull eyes.

The days of Fanqiu Zhai were really deserted, and no one talked to me on weekdays, so I found the method of changing my form to pass the time.

I stepped forward and said, "Master Zhenjun?"

"Fu Qing" looked at me blankly.

I said again: "Smile."

He tilted his head, very puzzled.

"Like this." I stretched out my two hands, twitched the corners of my mouth, and demonstrated it to him.

"Fu Qing" frowned, seeming to understand this move, and after a while, he slowly raised his hand, imitating me and tearing the corners of his mouth open, revealing a mouthful of white teeth and a hideous and terrifying smile.

If it is equipped with a pair of pointed fangs, it is really a vivid and compelling map of evil spirits seeking their lives.

I couldn't help laughing, and thought to myself, although this "Fu Qing" can't even match the deity's charm, but he can't match his obedient and obedient one.

At the end, I coughed and commented seriously: "You smile really ugly."

14.

Fu Qing never smiled at me.

Every time he was alone with me, he always had to preach to me with a straight face, but he was not good at words, and in the end he was often blocked by me and couldn't speak.What do mortals say?This is called: Stealing chickens will not lose rice.

When he had nothing to say, he turned his head away and ignored me, like a little girl playing with his temper.

If I still persist, he will frown unbearably, staring at me coldly with light gray eyes like ice, and call my name in a deep voice: Shao Hen.

"Shao She." His tone was stiff.

My first reaction was: yes!This is the voice!

The second reaction is: Do I really think that Fu Qing is hallucinating?

I touched my ear, a little confused.

Looking up again, the door opened at some unknown time, and there stood a ferocious ice sculpture, and the hanging curtains in the room were rattled by a gust of wind.

I rubbed my eyes and blinked vigorously, but the figure was still there.

I pinched myself again.

Not only did the figure not disappear, but it was even closer to me, with a frosty complexion, which made me wonder if if he blinked, there would be ice scum falling from his eyelashes.

I took a few steps back calmly, a little further away from the wooden Fu Qing, and pretended to be stupid: "Why are there two Master Zhenjun?"

Fu Qing looked indifferent, spread out a hand, and said coldly: "Take it out." His magic power is a hundred times stronger than mine, and my few clumsy spells have never been hidden from him.

I glanced at him, and then at "Fu Qing" who was still forcing a smile on his face. I was a little uncertain when he came to Fanqiuzhai and how much he had heard, so I stood still and didn't dare to say anything.

He seemed to have sensed it, followed my line of sight, his face was very ugly, and he repeated in a cold voice: "Take it out."

A good man does not suffer from immediate losses.

I made another pinch, and there was a "pop" sound, and a cloud of green smoke rose from the position where the figure transformed by the illusion was standing. After the smoke cleared, a wooden figurine lay flat on the ground.

I carved this little wooden figurine out of Fuqing's model with crown wood. Before that, I had already scrapped 32 pieces of wood and 64 small figurines.

But those villains are either too thin or too ugly, all crooked, and none of them are satisfactory to me.

Only this small wooden figure can still be seen, after all, the facial features are complete, and the eyes, nose, and mouth are all in their proper positions.Especially those eyes, with the tails of the eyes flying out, and he was hesitant to talk, which was a bit like a glimpse of Linlang Tianque.

Such a proud work, let me give it up all of a sudden, I am really reluctant.

I handed it to him, but refused to let go. After a few rounds of back and forth, he glared at me, so I had no choice but to give up.

I muttered: "This statue is unique in the entire fairy garden, Lord Zhenjun must keep it well."

He picked up the villain with two fingers high and turned it around, not knowing if he could see why.

I was apprehensive, thinking that he was going to crush this little wooden man to ashes in the next second.Unexpectedly, without saying a word, he naturally put the villain into his sleeve.

I showed a puzzled look, pondered for a long time, but didn't figure out what he meant by this, I just wishful thinking that he liked the villain I carved for him, clapped my hands, and thought, the opportunity has come.

So while I was claiming credit, I also sold Bo Can: "I have been carving for a long time day and night, does Master Zhenjun also think it looks good?"

He glanced at me blankly, succinctly.

"ugly."

I was speechless.