Beautiful apprentice dressed as a demon

"Don't worry," Nan Zhu put his hands on his shoulders, "In his current state, killing you is simply impossible."

"Not necessarily." Li Wenzhao pondered for a while, but remained silent, the fringe on the umbrella handle was swayed by the wind, he raised his eyes to look at the fog, and felt that it was too hazy.

After a long time, he finally said, "Did you notice anything unusual when you were fighting Jianghuai?"

Nanzhu followed his gaze, but couldn't tell what he was looking at: "What abnormality do you mean? Is it his cultivation?"

Li Wenzhao didn't answer directly, but asked him: "When you pushed him down, did you think about the possibility that he would still be alive?"

"You..." Nanzhu was at a loss for words for a moment, "I want to say no, is Lord Mozun angry? Besides, isn't he protected by your devilish energy?"

"En." Li Wenzhao replied, "I can feel that there is always a force around him, and that force sometimes disappears, which is very strange."

Nanzhu: "That's right. I noticed it when I was in Canglan Village. There seems to be a spirit around him, but the spirit is invisible, and since he came out of that village, his cultivation has progressed very fast. , when I played against him, I could clearly feel that his spiritual power is much stronger than before."

"I'm worried that he might have been cursed by someone from the Qilian Sword Sect," Li Wenzhao frowned slightly, "but I helped him dredge his tendons many times, but I didn't notice anything unusual."

"You want me to help you see it?" Nanzhu said this, as if he suddenly remembered something, "By the way, I seem to have felt this power in another person."

Li Wenzhao looked back at him, waiting for his next words.

"Bai Miao also has it," Nanzhu said after a pause, "but I can't be sure, I only met her once in Canglan Village. I felt it when she walked past me."

Li Wenzhao stopped talking, and in a brief silence, Nanzhu said again: "If that's the case, I can go to Fuxian Villa afterwards to test her out."

"No need," Li Wenzhao refused him, "You help me so frequently, it's easy to get suspicious, after you go back, take a good rest, and send a message if you have something to do."

"Really don't want it anymore?" Nanzhu teased him as if deliberately teasing him, "It's just this one chance, don't come to me again after you say you don't want it, sir, I'm not just here to serve you."

Li Wenzhao gave him a sideways glance silently.

Nanzhu: "Actually speaking, I've always been used to being undisciplined. They've long been used to me being like this. They'll find it strange when I really stop running around."

"Where are the people from Qilian Sword Sect?" Li Wenzhao changed the topic.

"I found Song Yan, I have to take it back first." Nanzhu replied, "It's getting late, I won't go back, it's hard to explain, let's go first."

The rain was pattering down, and his figure disappeared on the mountain road in an instant. Li Wenzhao stood there for a moment, rubbing the center of his brows, so that his complexion looked softer.

With a heavy mind in his heart, Jiang Huai was still sound asleep when he came back.

He sat by the window, took out the letterheads and read them over and over again, and suddenly felt tired, as if he had never had a moment of slack in all these years. Pressured by many forces, every step he took was like walking on thin ice, and he never relaxed for a moment.

Xie Xiao.With his hands on his forehead, he was distraught, and how to deal with Xie Xiao became the biggest problem again.

He put the letter paper on the table, closed his eyes to rest, felt uncomfortable, wanted to lie down on the bed, but found that the bed was much narrower this time, if he really slept, he would have to squeeze with Jiang Huai.

Jiang Huai took up most of the seats, wrapped like a pupa, half of his face was sunk in the quilt, but it was not too hot.

Li Wenzhao laughed, stuffed down the part of the quilt that covered his mouth and nose, so that he could breathe, then untied his belt, put the clothes on the chair handle, and lay down next to Jiang Huai.

There was only one pillow, so he put his arms behind his head and slept on the pillow. He was afraid that the cold air on his body would soak into the hot quilt, so he pulled out another quilt and covered it up a little.

Next to his ears was the sound of Jiang Huai's sometimes light and sometimes heavy breathing, mixed with heat, falling on his side face, he turned over, facing Jiang Huai, face to face, he saw Jiang Huai's eyeballs moving slightly under his eyelids, guessed He should be dreaming.

Being too close, the breathing of the two people is intertwined, the sound is not loud, but it covers the sound of the rain outside the window, the inside and outside of the window are two completely different worlds.

Li Wenzhao looked at it for a while, felt sleepy, closed his eyes and fell asleep, Jiang Huai was sound asleep, and didn't notice that there was someone beside him, the two faced each other, so close that their hair could get tangled together, but it was extremely Naturally, each sleeps in its own.

In this way, is it the so-called sharing the same bed in the book?Li Wenzhao finally thought.

This sleep was very restless, and people were stuck in the old days. It rained continuously in the courtyard, and the glazed water tank was full of rainwater, which was still overflowing. That piece of green plum.

Through the hazy water mist, he saw his mother, with long winding hair, and another hosta on it.

When he was young, he would come forward and call "Aniang" in a soft voice, and act like a baby with his mother, and his mother would always hug him up and sing nursery rhymes to lull him to sleep.

The picture suddenly changed, and the green plum in the house was no longer in front of him. He was half submerged in a deep pool, surrounded by dark pool water, which flooded his mouth and nose. It overwhelms all senses.

He was crying, and just opened his mouth to pour a sip of water. The water was icy cold, piercingly cold, soaking his clothes and covering the top of his head. He couldn't breathe. Clamped on the mouth of the water tank and refused to let go.

Tears all flowed into the water.

Consciousness became more and more drowsy, Li Wenzhao was tossing and turning in his dream, feeling that he couldn't breathe smoothly, it seemed that countless hands were holding his body, dragging him into a place more terrifying than the abyss.

His breathing was disordered, his chest was congested, and in the dream, a hand held his head tightly, preventing him from getting up.

A Niang, A Niang... He repeatedly called his mother in his heart, hoping that someone would come to save him, but the salvation he imagined did not come, he couldn't bear it anymore, his hand slipped, and he completely fell into the water .

He struggled to get up, but unfortunately he was too young to do anything.

"Master, Master?" In a trance, Li Wenzhao suddenly felt that his hand was being held by someone. The hand holding him was soft, and it was the same as the one in Canglan Village that dragged him out of the embers of the nightmare. The hands are exactly the same.

The senses are so clear.

Everything in front of me disappeared instantly, the darkness was shattered, and light penetrated through the torn apart gaps.

"Master." Someone called him in a gentle voice.

Li Wenzhao woke up from an old dream, like someone rescued from drowning, groggy, unable to lift his eyelids, seemed to be unable to breathe smoothly, uncomfortable, he lifted the quilt that was in the way, and by the dim light, He saw Jiang Huai's eyebrows clearly.

The rain had stopped, and the setting sun's light overflowed through the window, enveloping the people in front of him in a shadow, Jiang Huai turned his back to the light, and looked at himself with a pair of peach blossom eyes, he couldn't help but think of the sight he saw during a cruise. to the scene.

At the end of late spring, the river is full of water, reflecting the afterglow, which is a rare beauty.

The distant mountain boat tour in the past overlapped with Jianghuai's eyebrows and eyes, as if it was no longer a flat boat, but a state of mind.

After a short silence, he soothed his emotions and got a moment of relief, no longer thinking about the past in his dream.

"Master, are you okay? Is there something uncomfortable?" Jiang Huai got out of bed and poured water for him, and sent it to the side, "Drink some water first."

Li Wenzhao didn't speak. When he got up, his clothes were loose, probably because Jiang Huai noticed that he was not breathing well, so he loosened his inner clothes a little.

Jiang Huai handed him the water, Li Wenzhao took the cup, took two sips, the warm water slid down his throat, relieving the burning sensation in his throat.

"Master, are you not feeling well?" Jiang Huai saw his gloomy eyes, and thought about his appearance in sleep, wondering if he might be injured, thinking about it, Li Wenzhao did the same when he was in Canglan Village.

Or is it just another nightmare?he thinks.

Li Wenzhao closed his lapel, and asked, "Did it wake you up?" His eyes were dark when he spoke, covering his mind.

"That's not true," Jiang Huai shook his head, "I just woke up, and I'm a little worried because you don't look well."

Li Wenzhao's gaze rested on his face, and after he finished speaking, he said, "Are you worried about me?"

"Yeah." Jiang Huai looked back at him and didn't know what he was looking at, "If Master is not feeling well, let's go back two days later, so that you can rest well, you sleep on the bed at night, and I will sleep on the floor."

Li Wenzhao laughed when he heard the words, patted his head, and said: "It's okay, I'll go back tomorrow, okay?"

"En." Jiang Huai nodded hesitantly, took the empty cup he had finished drinking, and put it back on the table. When he looked again, Li Wenzhao had already lay down, with his arm resting on his pillow, with a casual posture, looking at the light and shadow, thinking I don't know where it went.

He rested his other hand on his waist, and his fingertips kept beating the beat, as if he was trapped in another scene, which had nothing to do with today and night.

He must be really uncomfortable.Jiang Huai thought, but after asking so many times, he didn't say what was wrong with him. Does it matter, should he go to the doctor?Thinking of this, he thought again, can a doctor cure a monk's illness?

"Master," Jiang Huai couldn't help calling him, "Master."

"Huh?" Hearing the voice, Li Wenzhao turned to look at him.

"Do you want me to ask a doctor to show you?" Jiang Huai asked, "Are you really okay?"

Li Wenzhao smiled, afraid that he would be worried, so he told him half the truth: "It's just a dream, it doesn't matter."

"Okay," Jiang Huai put on his clothes and asked again, "Is Master hungry? I'll go get something to eat."

Li Wenzhao still smiled: "Just eat it yourself."

"Okay then." Jiang Huai tidied up his clothes and wanted to go out, but the window was still slightly open. Although the sun was shining outside, the spring was cold and it was still a bit cold, especially after it had just rained. He was worried that Li Wenzhao would fall again Fever, close the window before leaving, and leave with peace of mind.

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The first time Li Wenzhao changed his attitude was when Jiang Huai pulled him out of the nightmare.