"Miaomiao!" Wenrenxian rushed towards him from the edge of the desert with all his strength. He was no longer as calm and graceful as before. The jade crown on his head had long been shattered without impact. A black hair fell down, covering half of his face. Like a madman.
Pulling Shui Miaomiao from the ground into his arms, Wen Renxian sat on the ground, lost in thought. He originally came to see Po Xi to treat Shui Miaomiao, but now it seemed that Shui Miaomiao was even more seriously injured.
She looked at Shui Miaomiao with pity, wanting to hug her tightly for fear of hurting, but it felt unreal if she hugged her loosely, as if Shui Miaomiao would slip away from her hands at any time.
He didn't even dare to check Shui Miaomiao's breathing. In fact, there was no need to check, he just didn't notice the breathing.
It was a strong ups and downs. Shui Miaomiao, who was not breathing, suddenly took a breath, followed by weak intermittent breathing.
"Miaomiao! Miaomiao!" This was a startling awakening. Wenrenxian was in a daze and didn't know what to do. He could only shout repeatedly and wipe the blood from the corners of Shui Miaomiao's eyes.
When did he become so frightened and timid? Wen Renxian wanted to laugh at himself, but instead a tear fell and he sighed. He was wrong. He couldn't leave Shui Miaomiao for a step. No one in this world could compare... The sky Above, there was also a sigh that sounded like the aftermath of a disaster and floated into Wenrenxian's ears, like a hallucination.
Wen Renxian subconsciously hugged Shui Miaomiao a little tighter and looked at the sky warily. No one can snatch this, not even the sky...
On the bed, Shui Miaomiao sighed. She probably couldn't see again. Her eyes were wrapped with thick cloth, and she felt severe burning pain every time she blinked.
Shui Miaomiao tried her best to recall what happened before she fainted. Four to three, she shot the last Golden Crow. Thinking of this, Shui Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of other things, she at least did not export Wen Renxian, otherwise Xianyan Xianzun will risk his life with him.
"Creak" was the sound of the door opening. Shui Miaomiao instantly became alert and struggled to sit up from the bed. She felt insecure if she couldn't see.
He tried to use his spiritual power to defend himself, but his spiritual power didn't sense anything. His whole body began to throb violently. Shui Miaomiao spat out a mouthful of blood and felt as if his internal organs were being burned.
"Miaomiao!" Wen Renxian put down the medicine bowl in his hand, rushed to the bedside, and said anxiously, "A large area of your meridians has been burned, and you cannot use your spiritual power for the time being."
When the flustered Shui Miaomiao heard this, she felt even more insecure. She swatted away the person's hand and shrank back.
"Miaomiao, Miaomiao." Wenrenxian grabbed Shui Miaomiao's hand and tried to comfort him, "It's me, master, it's Wenrenxian."
How to be sure?
Shui Miaomiao can't see it now, and can't distinguish it by listening to the sound. The sound that should have made people feel more comfortable because of the clear spring water flowing in the mountain stream is quiet, elegant and natural, but now it is slightly turbid, a little hoarse and full of fatigue.
How can you not be tired?
Although Shui Miaomiao did not fall asleep for long, Wen Renxian felt that the days were like years. He wanted to stay with Shui Miaomiao every step of the way, but he had to quarrel with those who were arguing. For the first time, he felt that the world was really arrogant and unreasonable. Hopeless.
"It's really me." Wen Renxian grabbed Shui Miaomiao's hand and put it on his face, "touch it and see, it's me, it's Wen Renxian."
When will she be able to look like Wen Renxian again?
If Wen Renxian was really Wen Renxian, this action would be disrespectful. Shui Miaomiao tried to withdraw his hand, but Wen Renxian was unwilling to let go.
With their faces pressed against their hands, they pressed tightly against each other, taking one step back and then one step back. Wen Renxian looked at Shui Miaomiao intently, tenderly.
Only when Shui Miaomiao couldn't see him could he do this and dare to do this.
"Touch and see, Miaomiao can feel it out, believe me." Wen Renxian lowered his voice, as if coaxing a bubble that seemed to be broken at any time.
Shui Miaomiao lowered her head and stopped moving back.
Wen Renxian let go of her hand and let Shui Miaomiao slowly explore his face, but her hand movements were as gentle as clouds, as if they were far away, and for a long time she still didn't touch anything.
In fact, she could just repeat it once and take it as confirmation, but sometimes people are just so stubborn and unreasonable.
Her eyes were injured again and she couldn't see again. Some memories of such similar scenes flowed out like mudslides, and she would not stop until everything was destroyed.
So she originally had one, an existence that she could touch even if she couldn't see it; she could find it when she got close; she wanted to see it when she had nightmares; she wanted to hug her when she lost her sense of security... Sometimes the power of time is really not that great. , and it will appear a little too weak.
Just to wash away the memories in his mind, his hand stayed on Wen Renxian's face, but he didn't dare to really put it down.
Wen Renxian suddenly raised his head and moved closer to Shui Miaomiao. His fingertips touched the bridge of his tall nose. Shui Miaomiao flinched and slid her hand down, finally landing solidly on Wen Renxian's lips. .
This touch, Shui Miaomiao's flash of inspiration, dispelled the mudslide of memories in her mind, changed the scene, and she touched it!
It’s really a bit dumbfounding.
Shui Miaomiao thought that in the past ten years, she and Wen Renxian had traveled all over the world but failed to portray him, which was a bit unreasonable.
But no one named Shui Miaomiao dared to look at Wenrenxian, just because Wenrenxian seemed to be synonymous with all the beauty and integrity in the world, and she kept in mind the advice of Xianyan Xianzun, if she led Wenrenxian to bad …
But she didn't expect that she had memorized it many years ago.
Shui Miaomiao had rubbed these lips countless times through a handkerchief until they were warm, but this time without the handkerchief, they felt a little cold, and memories began to rush to revive.
Is there something else mixed in this memory?
Taking a closer look, it was Wen Renxian who held up her hair and kissed her. Shui Miaomiao suddenly retracted her hand and put it behind her back, "Master, I, cough, cough, cough."
Shui Miaomiao coughed violently, bringing out blood streaks.
"Slow down." Wen Renxian sat on the edge of the bed, held Shui Miaomiao in his arms, and naturally patted her back to relieve her breathlessness.
But it felt like she was even more out of breath. Shui Miaomiao tried her best to take a deep breath. Wen Renxian gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and warned, "This is what you are doing! Simply using spiritual energy to gather arrows to shake the sun?" You are seriously injured, and you will not be able to use your spiritual power for a while. Don't make too big movements, and don't have too many emotional fluctuations. If you want to take something, just call me. I will be there at any time. As long as you Miaomiao needs it.”
The hoarse voice seemed to be whispering, with a kind of magic power that had never appeared in Wen Renxian. Shui Miaomiao felt that she was about to burn up, and struggled slightly, "Hot." and tried to quibble, "Master That's right, it's not the sun, it's just the golden crow."
Hearing Shui Miaomiao shouting, Wen Renxian immediately withdrew and only held one of Shui Miaomiao's shoulders to lend her support.
Hearing her refutation of what she had said again, Wen Renxian shook her head helplessly and smiled again. It was good that Shui Miaomiao had the strength to bite her tongue.
Wen Renxian suddenly thought of Leng Ningchi. It would be great if she could borrow her cold energy.
There is still a lot of fire spirit power left in Shui Miaomiao's body, and she can only wait for Shui Miaomiao to absorb or decompose it on her own, so she will feel hot. This is probably her common feeling recently, and she will not have obvious ups and downs of emotions. She may Burn yourself.
Wen Renxian thought of Leng Ningchi again, and for the first time he couldn't help but miss her. What a good natural cooling machine. If she were here, he would be relieved. Shui Miaomiao would not feel uncomfortable all the time and could recover. Faster...
