The room was filled with the smell of medicinal wine. Time was regressing like a receding tide, but memories kept flowing. Jiucheng Qiu felt a pair of cool catkins caressing his shoulders. A voice that was no different from Shui Miaomiao rang in my ears, lingering with heat, "It's a sprain. You can't just rub the red and swollen place. You have to follow the meridians and rub them one by one to make it faster..." ····”
It seemed that he had sprained his arm, and Shui Miaomiao was helping him apply medicine. Nine-fold revenge fell into a trance, and it was difficult to distinguish between true and false. Everything was so real and had really happened.
Jiuchengqiu didn't want to admit it. When he dreamed back at midnight, he would sometimes dream about sprains and taking medicine. He didn't know why.
So, is this all a dream? Dreaming about Yang Ren Zhai? Dreaming about Shui Miaomiao?
Jiuchengqiu was a little unclear. He struggled hard to wake up, but suddenly froze and his face turned red.
The slightly cold hands on the shoulders gradually slid down, and at some point they had crossed the back, landed on the waist, and were about to continue going down.
Jiuzhongqiu felt weak all over and lay on the bed, trembling uncontrollably.
"Hehehe~" The laughter coming from behind turned into a tangled rope. Jiucheng Qiu felt that he was almost out of breath. His whole body seemed to be on fire. He felt uncomfortable but could not generate any strength to struggle.
Look at the hairs on your arms and the goose bumps that suddenly appear.
The chiseled look is more real than anything else.
Who is that person on the back? She has Shui Miaomiao's voice and Shui Miaomiao's smell, but she is definitely not Shui Miaomiao.
Shui Miaomiao would only make him angry, tease him, make fun of him, watch him change his face, and then laugh wildly. Jiuchengqiu knew Shui Miaomiao's bad taste, but he never refuted anything.
After all, he also likes to see Shui Miaomiao's smile, which is the kind of laughter that only belongs to him.
Unexpectedly, the force generated from that, Jiuchengqiu broke away from the 'rope'
After swiping away with his backhand, Jiucheng Qiu looked back, and all he saw behind him was just a cloud of smoke.
It's all fake.
But the trembling sensation in his body, as if it had been set on fire, continued.
The smoke seemed to have gathered again, turning into Shui Miaomiao's face, vivid, and gently kissing the corners of his eyes.
Without thinking much, Jiucheng Qiu raised his hand and punched him, but the real touch, the warm blood, and the angry Shui Miaomiao all made it clear that he seemed to have done something wrong.
Teleporting away from each other.
Jiuchengqiu was at a loss as he listened to Shui Miaomiao cursing, squatting on the ground and huddled up.
What on earth did he do.
"Can you please stop looking at me?" As if pleading, Jiuchengqiu couldn't bear Shui Miaomiao's flawless gaze and sincere concern.
Shui Miaomiao listened to his words. She didn't know what kind of illusion Jiuchengqiu had encountered. After asking for a long time, there was no movement from Jiuchengqiu.
Nothing will happen again!
Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but look back.
"Me!" Shui Miaomiao almost cursed again as she looked at Jiuchengqiu who had walked up behind her at some point. She covered her nose, subconsciously leaned back and said warily, "What are you doing!"
"I'm sorry." Jiuzhong Qiu spoke seriously and sincerely, and even clasped his fists and bent his waist at a ninety-degree angle.
Shui Miaomiao looked at it for a moment, and it took a long time to realize that Jiuchengqiu was still bowing, "Okay, I forgive you."
Shui Miaomiao waved her hand and said magnanimously, "I am a kind person, just let me punch you back."
Jiuzhongqiu just stood up, then froze in place, clenched his fists, and when Shui Miaomiao looked over, Jiuzhongqiu turned his head and said in a low voice, "That's not it. I told you not to use that tone. Call me and I will hit them.”
"ha?"
"I am offending myself for my own offense..."
Shui Miaomiao felt that she couldn't understand it more and more.
The hallucination encountered in the Nine-fold Enmity will probably be his lifelong secret, but no matter whether it is subjective or not, he brought Shui Miaomiao into it, which is to offend her.
Shui Miaomiao didn't know, but that was no excuse for his rudeness.
"Okay, okay." Shui Miaomiao repeatedly waved his hand to stop the tirade of Ninefold Vengeance, "I accept your apology, sincerely accept it, no matter what, I forgive you this time, not to mention what I saw in the illusion is Fake."
Jiuchengqiu shut his mouth and glanced at Shui Miaomiao vaguely. She seemed to know something, but she seemed to know nothing at all. She sat on the ground and shook her head, "But you also said that you didn't apologize for my punch. You refuse to apologize, so you wait, and when I recover, I will beat you into a pig’s nose!”
Shui Miaomiao gritted his teeth, but there was no deterrence at all, "Don't be stunned, help me up! Finish looking for the sword earlier and get out earlier. I don't want to stay in this ruined blade raising room for a moment anymore."
After hearing this, Jiuchengqiu took a big step back when he saw Shui Miaomiao's hand stretched out again. The blood-stained hand was white, pink and delicate, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Hey! You still dislike me!" Shui Miaomiao was angry, got up from the ground, and rushed towards Jiuchengqiu.
"I don't dislike it." Jiuchengqiu's dull explanation was very weak, so he had no choice but to turn on the wind and run around in the bamboo forest.
If not Feng Ruxun, who wouldn’t be the same!
Shui Miaomiao put down Jiucheng Qiu, pinched his cheeks, and rubbed them until tears came to his eyes. She felt a little relieved. Youyou stood up, dusted her sleeves and said grandly, "Okay, what you like is That sword allows us to fight quickly."
There was no movement for another long time, and Shui Miaomiao looked back.
Jiuchengqiu shrank into a cooked shrimp on the ground. He seemed to be a little confused between fantasy and reality...
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't make me kick your ass."
Jiucheng Qiu, who was huddled on the ground, hugged himself tightly, turned his back to Shui Miaomiao, and said with a bit of self-deprecation, "I'll tell you what I can do, can you pull it out, or what can you do."
"Maybe I can?"
Jiuchengqiu was forced to point in a direction, and Shui Miaomiao looked along.
There are overgrown weeds and stone monuments, but the two swords can be found at a glance. Shui Miaomiao never paid attention to it because the two swords nestled together were too beautiful, unlike the Nine-fold Revenge Society. The chosen ones don’t even look like powerful ones.
The sword body is slender, more like an accessory. It looks like a sword body made of white jade, with natural cyan patterns on it. The patterns seem to move, like the warm breeze of early spring.
It's roughly like this, the two handles are slightly different.
The sword on the left is slightly wider, but also thinner than an ordinary sword. There seems to be a blood groove in the middle of the sword, which makes it more painful to stab people. The hilt of the sword on the right has a guard made of white jade beads connected in series. But it feels like it's protecting the sword, making it impossible to hold the sword.
"Which one do you like?" Shui Miaomiao has already walked to the stone tablet. The stone tablet has no name, but the stone tablet is wide. If Shui Miaomiao is a real ancient, he will probably know that this style of stone tablet is used for husband and wife to be buried together.
Jiuchengqiu did not answer.
Shui Miaomiao shrugged indifferently. If possible, she would take them all back to him and let him choose. He stretched out his hand and picked up the left handle. The warmth in the tentacles was already extraordinary.
As for the one on the right, Shui Miaomiao really didn't know how to start. She tried to grab it by the bead curtain that protected the hilt, and felt a chilling pain.
The sting is bearable, but the chill is hard to get rid of.
Shui Miaomiao finally chose to put on a layer of protection, directly carried the sword, and finally drew it out.
In fact, Shui Miaomiao didn't want to be like this, and she didn't know where this 'extraordinary talent' came from, or whether it was considered cheating, but it looked like Nine Chou's behavior was really unusual.
Carrying two swords, Shui Miaomiao left without looking back.
Shui Miaomiao should have looked back. There was a faint crack on the stone tablet, which divided the good stone tablet into two.
