On this day, the capital was full of gossip.
Broken temple outside the city.
Mo Chengcheng lay unconscious on the straw, with a high fever that did not go away, as if because of the rain, the whole person was constantly breaking out in a cold sweat, and his face was as white as paper.
Xiyue has been taking care of it all the time, and bought antipyretic medicine for her to decoction.
While helping the unconscious man drink the medicine, she glanced at the Star Sword that was thrown next to Mo Chengcheng Sigh.
Whisper.
"You deliberately didn't wake up and let your body get sick, do you really not want to live?"
After Mo Allure lifted the seal, he should not have been sick and would not have been sick.
It was she who lost her heart and allowed the disease to invade.
It's what it is.
Huanhua Creek The bottom of the lake Bai Hechou, who was trapped by "painting the ground as a prison", has been meditating silently, the little yellow chicken is also in his circle, the scoundrel chatting Pu fanned his wings, and occasionally the little yellow chicken will eat the small fish flying by, Bai Hechou didn't see it After a month, I suddenly saw that the little yellow chicken seemed to be sick, without a trace of strength drooping eyelids, and the whole chicken body seemed to be out of breath and less in breath.
Bai He, who looked at it with a small appearance, was shocked.
"What's wrong with you" The little yellow chicken wanted to stand up, but he couldn't stand steadily, his round little body was shaking, and the boss with a pair of soybean eyes was desperately fluttering.
"Chirp" Trying to break out of this invisible cage, the little wings that hit him were bleeding, and he fell to the ground panting for breath.
According to the mutation of the little yellow chicken, Bai Hechou only thought of one thing.
"Something happened to her" If something happens to her, it certainly is "Xiao Qingmei's ghost."
It wasn't until the third day that Mo Chengcheng slowly woke up, her eyelids were as heavy as a thousand catties, everything was like a world away, she stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyes to make herself sober.
Suddenly, someone threw himself into her arms.
"Miss, how are you, you had a very high fever last night, and I've been worried about you."
Mo Chengcheng let the little girl hold her, patted her on the back, and comforted her softly: "I'm fine now."
It's okay. ” Raid Moon let go of her slightly stunned.
With a hint of apprehension.
"Miss" "En" Mo fell into the city's indifferent tilt.
"Are you really okay?"
Tsukizuki muttered, "That happened the night before, I know you must be very sad" Mo Chengcheng interrupted Raid Yue's words with a smile.
"No, it's fine.
It's all gone. ” Saying that, she stood up, moved her limbs, only heard the click of bones, she walked barefoot to the outside of the broken temple, breathed in the fresh air, felt the ease of the sun, the corners of her mouth drooped for two seconds, and then she smiled again, turned back to the moon and said, I will go to the thatched house.
Just disappeared around the corner.
Mo Qingcheng, who pretended to urinate and jumped into the space, sat on the bank of the spiritual spring, looking at the gurgling and flowing of the spring in a lost mind.
Absentmindedly, he jumped into the spiritual spring and took a hot bath, letting the spring water flow down his body, washing away the manic depression and emptiness of his body.
The moment she surfaced, she wanted to be as indifferent as Fang had just spoken to the moon.
But when he was alone, all the things that night hit his heart, and he couldn't pull out the slightest smile on his face. pulled the corners of his mouth with his hand, desperately squeezing out a smile.
When she walked to the bamboo house to change clothes, she kept changing her expression.
Until I changed my clothes and walked out, that face was already wearing a mask called "smiley face".
Now the smile is gentler and more beautiful than usual.
Wait for the cold air in Mu Xue Garden to subside a lot.
The moon slave finally mustered up the courage to step into the garden.
Looking at Concubine Rong who was frozen on the ground, the man who was still wearing a red groom's dress sat on the ground in a daze.
The moon slave stepped forward, full of tenderness, and whispered.
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