After Shanhe Lingzhi transmigrated into Zhao Jing, I tried my best to survive

Zhao Jing said heartily: Not good!Could it be that someone took advantage of the fact that the original owner was too rich to rob him? !

The masked man in black touched Zhao Jing's sleeping point, and just a second before Zhao Jing closed his eyes, he said softly, "Father, take a good rest..."

Zhao Jing could tell from the voice that the person carrying him was Xie'er, so he felt relieved.

He tilted his head and fell asleep.

Zhao Jing didn't know how long he had slept, but he felt his throat was dry and his joints seemed to be broken inch by inch.

In the darkness, a pair of cold hands caressed his forehead, and then slowly moved from his forehead to his cheeks, caressing carefully.

Zhao Jing's eyes seemed to be glued, but he opened them with difficulty.

Xie'er didn't seem to expect that Zhao Jing would wake up so soon, and quickly withdrew his hands, as if he had been found out for doing something wrong, his dark eyes were a little at a loss, "Yi... Yifu...".

Zhao Jing looked at the appearance of the little scorpion, and thought it was very cute, and wanted to tease him on purpose, so he showed pain on his face, and grinned, "Ah... my whole body hurts..."

Being teased by Zhao Jing, Xie'er became even more nervous, he grabbed Zhao Jing's hand and hurriedly said: "Father, hold on, I'll call a doctor... Xie'er will find you the best doctor in the world!"

Zhao Jing asked again: "What if I die?"

Xie'er grabbed Zhao Jing's hand and gradually tightened it, "Then Xie'er will go down to hell to accompany foster father!"

Zhao Jing felt that his old face became hot, and he was very moved.

This is probably a kind of life and death together, right?

The little scorpion is so infatuated with Zhao Jing, but the original owner got the martial arts script, but he couldn't get it.

Life is infatuated, and this hatred is not about wind and moon.

But here I am!I'm here to love you for him!

Just as Zhao Jing wanted to hold Xie'er to talk a few more words, he remembered the important thing - he must first survive in this world, avoid the plot going to the final BE, and only be healthy and healthy before he can fall in love.

"What happened to... Gao Chong?" Zhao Jing asked, he was forced to leave early by Xie'er, and he didn't know if Gao Chong was rescued in the end.

"Been knocked unconscious by Shen Shen in time, and brought him back."

There was a puzzled look on Xie'er's face, "Father, don't you dislike Gao Chong's domineering and oppressive use of you on weekdays? Why don't you want him to die at the last moment?"

Indeed, before the original owner hooked up with Guigu Wuchanggui, and let the poisonous scorpion control Deng Kuan to frame him, wasn't it all to force Gao Chong to death in the end?

From the insider's point of view, Zhao Jing had exhausted all his organs and plotted layer upon layer.At the last step, it seemed that he was about to succeed, but he did not hesitate to seriously injure himself to save Gao Chong.

The inconsistent approach is really incomprehensible.

"You just think I'm schizophrenic..." Zhao Jing lay on the bed and said weakly.

"What? Mental... what?" Xie'er was at a loss.

"Ah~ That's right, the adoptive father actually has a bigger problem..." Zhao Jing bit the bullet and explained, he is really uncomfortable right now, and it is really difficult to make up a lie.

Zhao Jing was pitiful, he raised his arm with difficulty, and touched Xie'er's face with his hand.

This should be the first time that Zhao Jing took the initiative to be intimate with Xie'er. Xie'er was stunned for a moment, and then a look of joy appeared on his face. He suppressed the excitement and kept blinking his grape-like eyes.

"Father..." Xie'er choked up.

"Xie'er, do you believe in foster father?" Zhao Jing asked.

"Believe it! No matter what the foster father says, Xie'er will believe you!" The little scorpion was sitting in front of the couch at first, but at this moment he simply knelt in front of Zhao Jing, took Zhao Jing's hand with both hands, and stuck it to himself again. face.

"My dear Xie'er, I will tell you the plan in my heart when my adoptive father is well." Zhao Jing took a deep breath and finished speaking.

As if thinking of something, Xie'er let go of Zhao Jing's hand, took out a small bottle from his bosom, poured a pill like Mai Lisu into the palm of his hand, and handed it to Zhao Jing's mouth.

"Father, it's good for you to eat this first."

Zhao Jingxin was startled, and suddenly thought of the second hero meeting of the original drama, after the original owner was injured by Wen Kexing, Xie'er did the same, took out a pill and poisoned the original owner dumb.

The line is quite different from the sentence I'm saying now.

Zhao Jing's temples twitched twice.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he squeezed out a distorted smile, "That... can I not eat?"

Xie'er was obviously in a hurry, "You were hit by Gao Chong, four ribs were broken, and your heart and lungs were damaged. This medicine is a unique secret medicine that I have searched all over the southern borders, and it can help you recover!"

Zhao Jing was a little embarrassed: "Ah..."

Xie'er understood something, "Are you afraid of being poisoned? Xie'er will prove it to you!"

As he spoke, he stuffed the pill into his mouth, swallowed it, and looked at Zhao Jing with aggrieved eyes.

"How could I harm my adoptive father?"

Zhao Jing couldn't stand the little scorpion like this the most, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and obediently take the medicine handed over by scorpion.

It is impossible for you to harm me now.Zhao Jing was lying on the bed, thinking wildly.

However, according to the development of the plot, Xie'er and Wen Kexing practiced to deal with Zhao Jing later, and it was understandable.

After all, love is deep and hate is deep.

After taking the pills, Zhao Jing suddenly felt blood rushing towards his limbs, and his body didn't feel so painful anymore.

Seeing that Zhao Jing's pale lips had turned a little rosy, Xie'er immediately became happy, "Do you feel better?"

Zhao Jing smiled, stretched out his hand to pinch Xie'er's earlobe, "Little Nanman, you are the only one who is used to being filial to your adoptive father."

Suddenly there was a voice outside the door.

Zhao Jing hurriedly said to Xie'er: "Hurry up and hide for a while..."

At present, Wulin Zhengdao should not know that Zhao Jing secretly colluded with the poisonous scorpion.If other people discover the existence of Xie Er at this moment, I'm afraid it will be bad for me to change the plot later.

Zhao Jing intends to take good care of Xie'er in this life, but obviously now is not the best time to disclose his relationship with Du Xie.

While he was thinking, Xie'er had already left quickly.

The door was pushed open, and Xie Wuyang brought a group of young people to Zhao Jing's window.

Zhao Jing groaned, "It's all right..."

Xie Wuyang took out a food box from the hands of the people beside him, "Wuyang originally wanted to serve his adoptive father, but the head of Shen has been in meetings, so it has been delayed until now."

Zhao Jing's stomach growled twice, which was particularly obvious in the quiet room.

He was a little embarrassed, pulled the old face's face, and secretly glanced at the group of young people.

These people all look like Xie Wuyang, tall and straight, with imposing appearance, they are the children of decent families.

Zhao Jing got up from the bed, and quickly changed the topic, "What did you bring for your adoptive father...to eat..."

The words "delicious" froze on the lips, and Zhao Jing's smile immediately froze on his face.

Xie Wuyang brought out a bowl of black stuff from the food box, it was fishy and smelly, and it tasted stronger than the pills Xie Er gave.

Xie Wuyang said with concern: "This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor for my adoptive father. Wuyou finally managed to gather enough medicinal ingredients. It took five cents of water to boil slowly over a low fire, and it took three days and three nights to produce this bowl. The foster father quickly drank it. "

I am a mother!

Zhao Jing "plopped" all over, and lay back on the bed straight.

Wuqian water boiled for three days and three nights?Is this really confinement soup?

Looking at the color and smelling the smell, does Xie Wuyang think that his adoptive father was not directly killed by Gao Chong?

It seems that having too many adoptive sons is not good, Zhao Jing, Zhao Jing, I will enjoy your blessings for you, and I will suffer your disasters for you.

Hey.

After all, Xie Wuyang is different from Xie'er. Xie'er is the last NPC who will turn black, but Xie Wuyang is not.

Zhao Jing rolled his eyes, got up from the bed again, first took the medicine from Xie Wuyang's hand, didn't rush to drink it, but put it on the cabinet beside the couch.

"It's all right, let the medicine cool down again, and the foster father will drink it by himself in a while, you guys go to work first."

Xie Wuyang and the young people in the room didn't move, "No, our task now is to serve your adoptive father."

Zhao Jing's eyes quickly skipped over the handsome young man in the room, and he stuttered, "You...you...all of them?"

These teenagers said in unison: "Yes!"

Zhao Jing once again cast his eyes on Xie Wuyang, and asked Xie Wuyang in a low voice: "Are they all my...righteous...children?"

Xie Wuyang looked confused, looked at Zhao Jing with pure eyes and said, "Yes, why does foster father ask such a question?"

The medicine that Xie'er gave Zhao Jing earlier worked again, and Zhao Jing felt that his limbs were much looser. He supported his body with one arm, and covered his face with the other hand and moaned again and again.

Zhao Jing, Zhao Jing, why do you accept so many handsome adopted sons?Do you want to be a father to the whole world?

For some reason, the weird scene in the play flashed in his mind - Xie Wuyang manicured Zhao Jing's nails, Xie'er suddenly broke in, and when he saw Zhao Xie and his eyes, it was like the original partner saw the scumbag and the mistress.

"Father..."

"Father."

"Father!"

The teenagers didn't know why Zhao Jing showed such a painful expression, they thought he was suffering from pain, and rushed forward to express their concern.

These pleasant voices came and went one after another in the bedroom, but to Zhao Jing's ears, they were extremely irritating.

In the body of the original owner, there is a 25-year-old young soul.

Zhao Jing is the kind of person who is depressed for a long time when he is called "Uncle" by five or six-year-old brats in the shopping mall.Nowadays, being called "Daddy" by younger brothers who are not much younger than him at a young age, he can't be happy no matter what.

"Stop!" Zhao Jing suddenly shouted.

As soon as his voice came out, the room fell silent again. It seemed that the group of teenagers respected him very much and were obedient.

Zhao Jingdao: "From today, no, from this moment on, the head of the Taihu Sword Sect orders you to immediately return to your respective sects and work hard to practice your own martial arts. Unless you are summoned, you are not allowed to step into the Taihu Sect!"

A teenager excitedly said: "Why?!"

why?

Because I don't want to be your father!

Thinking this way in his heart, Zhao Jing didn't dare to say so, he cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Now that the Liulijia is in the world, there are constant turmoil in the world, you are all children who have not been deeply involved in the world, and you have no power to protect yourself."

"For you, the most important thing is to improve martial arts. If you want to be filial, do it to your parents who raised you, and to the master who taught you martial arts!"

After Zhao Jingyu, he waved his hand, "It's all gone!"

Some people left obediently, and some who wanted to stay were persuaded to leave by others.

The room was empty again.

Zhao Jing lay back on the bed and finally heaved a sigh of relief.Dismissing these adopted sons and keeping the children away from right and wrong should be considered a good deed, right?

"Father..." A voice suddenly sounded.

Zhao Jing trembled in fright, Xie'er floated out from behind the curtain, walked to the bed with a smile and sat down, and tucked the quilt for Zhao Jing.

Xie'er obviously seemed in a good mood, leaning forward on top of Zhao Jing's body, staring straight at Zhao Jing, his black hair fell from the back of his head and scattered on the bed.

"The adoptive father drove the others away, so what about Xie'er? Does the adoptive father also want to drive away Xie'er?" Xie'er asked half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Obviously, Xie'er saw everything that happened just now.

Xie'er's eyes and tone made Zhao Jing's heart flutter. The original owner only wanted to call him Dad Wulin, but he was not. Compared with Wulin, he loved beauties more.

Zhao Jing stretched out his arm from the quilt, tentatively put it on Xie'er's waist, the expression on Xie'er's face remained unchanged, but his breathing was faster than before.

Seeing that the other party did not refuse, Zhao Jing became more courageous, and simply tied his arms again.

Yo, this little scorpion is also a little beauty with a slender waist~

"You can't go." Zhao Jing met Shang Xie'er's eyes.

Our story hasn't begun yet.

After Xie'er heard this, his pitch-black eyes suddenly lit up, he sat up straight again, and said with a smile, "Xie'er knew that foster father would not let it go."

He picked up the medicine Xie Wuyang sent, put it up to his nose and sniffed it, with a look of disgust.

"Yueyang faction is also a big faction, what are the medicines sent?"

Xie'er smiled softly at Zhao Jing, "Father doesn't like to drink, so just pour it out."

With a flick of his hand, he poured the medicine into the potted plant next to him.

"Father takes my medicine, so he doesn't need to take other people's medicine."

Seeing Xie'er's coquettish and domineering spirit, Zhao Jing secretly rejoiced that he was right to send away the adoptive sons.

If I was the same as the original owner, if I kept these people and did something outrageous to these inexperienced youngsters, Xie'er would definitely feel uncomfortable, right?

Xie'er said earnestly to Zhao Jing: "Father, you have taken the medicine, please rest for a while."

"Well," Zhao Jing nodded, pulled the quilt, and lay down on the bed again.

The author has something to say: Xiaoke writes as a sword, and strives to restore the martial arts world (bushi) in teacher Wang Ruolin's script.

Manual dog head.