Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Smiling lightly, "Xiao Hongli, you have to remember, you asked for these things yourself."

Xiao Yue nodded: "If it's Xiaojing, if he has Jiuyouming Orchid Juice, he will definitely throw Jiuyouming Orchid Juice far away, and others can fight for it as they like. You asked for it, It also harmed Xiaojing so many things."

Hongli fell down slowly, lying flat on the grass.

She cannot hear other people's voices.Lian Yun and Xiao Yue could not be seen leaving.

She just lay on the green grass and felt no pain in her lower body.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the blue and clear sky, which was vast and empty, and her soul suddenly floated on it.

"Father, my daughter didn't do it."

As she read this sentence in a low voice, two lines of tears overflowed from her eyes that refused to close, and slipped from the corners of her peaceful eyes to her ears. Looking at those tears, she felt that the tears were more shocking than the bright red blood under her body.

The sky seems to be gray.

Hongli crooked a dismal smile, what is he doing still alive?To live...for what?

Close your eyes, the color of the world is as dark as ever, but now, a dark red color of blood is bred in the darkness.

Song Jing who was on the carriage suddenly felt heart palpitations, opened the curtain with an ugly face, and looked outside.

"What's wrong?" Xia Yu pulled Song Jing back.

Song Jing frowned, and it was the body's reaction again—could it be Bai Li...or Hong Li...Which one of them had an accident?

With Bai Langying by Bai Li's side, Bai Li shouldn't have any problems.

So Hongli... Song Jing suddenly remembered that since he hurriedly left the capital that night, he had never been back.

Song Jing remembered the voice just now, and couldn't help narrowing her slender eyes: "Xia Yu, that voice before was Hongli, right?"

Xia Yu raised her eyebrows coldly: "So what? I don't think Xiao Jing you really want to see her."

Song Jing bowed her head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Indeed, I don't like seeing her very much."

095 episodes

"Don't say that there are so many Hongli." Song Jing's eyes fell on Xia Yu's face with concern, "It's you, the ten-finger illusion that has been broken for a few days, can you still support it now?"

In the original society, as long as an addict stopped taking drugs, once the drug addiction flared up, it would be a complete toss. They could not survive or die, and they could not get rid of the entanglement of drug addiction at all.

The ten-finger illusion is like a drug, once people are infected, they cannot give up.

Xia Yu slightly raised the corners of her lips: "It's okay, but occasionally I get a headache, this is a regular thing."

Because he has been using ten-finger fantasy, his body is extremely weak and thin, his complexion is always sick and haggard, his eyes are sunken and blue, like a patient who is about to die soon.

But now, his complexion is even worse, except for the eyes that still have spirit, the rest of his appearance looks so fragile, it seems that he will fall down if he touches it lightly.

Song Jing stretched out his hand and pulled his arm, rolled up his sleeves, exposing his arm like a bone frame, his eyes were full of distress, like a disaster victim who had been hungry for a long time and hadn't eaten for a long time, skinny and bony, he couldn't bear to look at it.

"It's okay." Xia Yu withdrew her hand, pulled down her cuff to cover her arm, with a calm expression, "It's always been like this. Does Xiao Jing feel uncomfortable holding you like this?"

Song Jing looked at Xia Yuhong's bright ears, "Obviously I'm also very shy, but I insisted on saying such things."

He said bitterly: "You are like this. You hold everything in your heart. Your body is already too weak, so you still try to be brave and don't say a word."

Song Jing's slender eyes glowed with a strange crystal light, which made Xia Yu turn her head guiltily for a moment, not daring to look directly.

"Because of the headache, I often frown." Song Jing said quietly, her voice full of helplessness, "Occasionally, she would suddenly stop and lean against the wall and the tree... Is it a sudden dizziness? Even standing needs the support of external objects. "

Xia Yu lowered her eyes: "It's okay."

"Then is death an obstacle?" Song Jing said softly, "Like Su Jiang, death is an obstacle?"

His voice rose: "Isn't it all over? Is there any reason not to live seriously...Damn it, do you know that someone will worry about you?"

"Xiao Jing..." It seemed to be the first time Xiao Jing yelled at her like this... Xia Yu was startled for a while, then smiled, "Xiao Jing, don't worry about me, I will live seriously."

Song Jing frowned and sneered, pressed Xia Yu's clothes involuntarily, and tore off his clothes without mercy. Xiucheng's fingers pointed at the protruding bones on Xia Yu's body: "Look down for yourself, why are you serious, ah? It’s not that you are a monk, and you are so thin, ordinary people would have died a long time ago, do you know that?”

Xia Yu sighed softly: "This was caused in the past, and I'm already recovering."

"It seems to be getting worse now." Song Jing pointed out unceremoniously, "In order not to worry me, so just endure it blindly, right? In the next town, let's stop and quit your addiction. The conditioning of a drug."

Xia Yu let out a long sigh: "Okay."

The carriage stopped at the small town of Linze near the southern ocean.

Song Jing and Xia Yu lived in a small farmyard.Xia Yu's body seemed to have reached the point where she could no longer hold on.

Song Jing grabbed the medicine at the pharmacy and hurried back.

Just after entering the room, she saw Xia Yu standing leaning against the wall with an ugly face, slamming her head against the wall fiercely, her expression changed, "What are you doing?"

"Xiaojing...you're back?" Xia Yu pulled her lips, "It's just a little uncomfortable. It will be more comfortable this way."

Leaning against the wall and panting lightly, Xia Yu's face was pale, her eyes were slightly closed, her temples were soaked with sweat, and her silver-white hair seemed to have faded.

"Go back to the house and go to sleep first, I'll go make the medicine right away." Song Jing frowned, holding the medicine in her hand, she couldn't help tightening it...Drug detox...is this detoxification?

Xia Yu smiled wearily: "I know. I'll be right back..."

He stood up straight, raised his foot and took a step, but before he stepped on his foot firmly, he suddenly collapsed and fell down.

"Xia Yu—" Song Jing gritted her teeth, her body that had lost her spiritual power couldn't react, she watched helplessly as the long silver hair fell slowly like a veil, covering Xia Yu's thin body.

No longer caring about boiling the medicine, Song Jing supported Xia Yu and walked towards the bedroom.

Damn Shu Jinxiu sealed her spiritual power, making her look like a weak scholar now.

Fortunately, Xia Yu's body was very light, so he couldn't tell that he was such a tall man, but it was a bit inconvenient for him to walk, so Song Jing put him on the bed smoothly.

After taking off his sweaty clothes and covering him with a quilt, Song Jing looked worriedly at Xia Yu's sunken cheeks.

He has opened his eyes, but the pupils are loose, and he seems to exist in a trance.

"Ten Fingers Dream, Xiao Jing." Xia Yu murmured softly, "Xiao Jing...I feel so uncomfortable..."

Did it happen?

Have you been unable to restrain your emotions of need?

Song Jing gritted her teeth, and slapped her across the face: "Xia Yu, no matter what you say, wake me up."

With a crisp "pop", Xia Yu was confused for a moment, but her eyes were clear after all, she looked at Song Jing in a daze, and then laughed at herself after a long while and said: "I didn't restrain myself, Xiao Jing, don't be soft-hearted." Woolen cloth."

"I'm not a soft-hearted person." Song Jing said bitterly: "You have to be more determined. I'm going to make medicine, and you have to support me."

"Well, I know." Xia Yu closed her eyes, "Just now, I just accidentally lost control."

Song Jing silently helped him tuck in the quilt, turned around and walked outside.

His eyes were a little sour, because he understood how firm Xia Yu's will had become... He had suppressed it for a long time... Today, he really couldn't bear it anymore... I understand that, like this, I can't bear it anymore... How firm can it be?

After all, what else could I do for him?

The hand hanging by her side turned white from being held, Shu Jinxiu didn't know when she would come, the time given to Xia Yu... how much time is left?

After clumsily decocting the medicine, Song Jing returned to Xia Yu's room with the medicine in his hand. Looking at Xia Yu who was already tired and falling asleep, he sighed softly.Even if I can't bear to call him now, but I have to do it...

Before Shu Jinxiu comes, hurry up... The longer you delay, the more uncomfortable Xia Yu will be, right?

Reaching out and pushing the sleeping Xia Yu, Song Jing called softly, "It's time to take your medicine, Xia Yu."

He yelled several times, but there was no movement.

Xia Yu's face... seemed to be flushed abnormally... Song Jing suddenly panicked, stroked Xia Yu's forehead with her backhand, and then put it on, as if she had been stung, she quickly pulled back, her face was surprised and serious ——Why is it so hot?

096 If you want it, you still need me

"Don't you have spiritual power?" Song Jing said anxiously to herself, "Cultivators still have a fever like this..."

How to do?

First of all, you must wake up... Otherwise, you will fall asleep... Maybe you won't be able to wake up...

In the slap before, the red mark occupied most of Xia Yu's left cheek, and it was particularly prominent and eye-catching on the pale and sickly face, which made Song Jing's heart ache.

Raise your palm... Song Jing looked at Xia Yu's right cheek...

He is not the kind of person who will take care of others, according to his own way...

Gritting her teeth, Song Jing made up her mind, and slapped Xia Yu, who had fallen into a coma, on the face, or on the left cheek...

The power of the backhand flash with the right hand seems to be greater...

Song Jing, who has no spiritual power, exhausted all her strength with a slap. There was a short crisp sound, and Xia Yu groaned, as if she was about to wake up.