When Zhou Jian heard the sound, he walked over slowly and opened the door. He saw that the doors and windows were blown open by the night wind, and the curtains were dancing, and Wuyang on the hospital bed was even shaking.

He immediately stepped forward and sealed the window. The room suddenly became much quieter.

There are all men of big and thick here, and there are not many people who can serve people, so Wuyang has almost no one around him except for necessary service.

In addition to leaving her alone, external forces are also difficult to interfere with, unless Sun Youyu is here.

Zhou Jian had no hatred or hostility towards her. Seeing that she was pitiful, he poured a cup of hot water and fed it to her lips himself.

Her pale lips moved, and she drank unconsciously, and even made a little noise in her throat.

Zhou Jian raised his eyebrows and immediately concluded that Wuyang should not be dead and that he still has such strong vital signs.

Immediately afterwards, he continued to feed some hot water. There were only two people in the quiet Zen room. He sat and subconsciously looked at Wuyang's face. It was indeed very beautiful, and it was the kind of beauty with aura. He put on a monk's robe and put on a golden hairpin. The "contrast" was terrifying!

"Tsk, I am a beauty, how can you be a thief? If she didn't become a hawk in Dunhuang, she wouldn't have such a disaster, right? Even without me and all this, she would still be robbed."

"If I follow me, it seems pretty good. This woman's copy of Wu Zetian has reached such a high status in the Buddhist sect."

He couldn't help but mutter, he still had a heart for talent.

As I was talking, suddenly!

Wuyang's slender fingers moved, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly. Because he was weak, his expression was not as sharp as before. Instead, he looked like a sister and aunt next door.

"hiss!"

"Damn, are you awake?" Ye Li was surprised.

Logically speaking, it would be unreasonable for her not to be in a coma for ten days and half a month!

Wuyang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes a little confused and weak. The first thing that caught his eyes was the shocked Zhou Jian. Her consciousness recovered and subconsciously wanted to make some moves.

"Don't move if you don't want to die. You are seriously injured. The wound on your body has not healed yet." Zhou Jian frowned. This woman was too strong.

Wuyang suddenly became soft. Her current physical strength was difficult to move her fingers.

"Yes, it's you..." Her voice was weak and intermittent.

"That's right, it's me." Ye Li grinned and said with interest: "The last time I saw you, the female monk in Wuyang was still a tall monk with a strong aura. I didn't expect that you would be chased by the big guys behind you when you meet again. Tsk tsk, it's true that fate is impermanent!"

Hearing these joking words, Wuyang coughed violently a few times, frowned tightly, and said with resentment in extreme weakness: "It's not because of you!"

"Stop it, don't rely on me. We work together, take risks and gain benefits. It's your business to be investigated, right?"

"I was chased and almost died in the desert. Is it you blamed me?" Zhou Jian raised his eyebrows. Under the light, his handsome face was extremely relaxed.

Wuyang refuted speechlessly and had no strength to argue.

a long time.

"Where is this? Why am I here?" She looked around and remembered that before she fell into a coma, Zhou Jian didn't want to save herself.

"Stop looking, the Falun that was chasing you is struggling in pain. This is Tuobei Mountain, I saved you." Zhou Jian was idle anyway, so he started chatting with her.
Chapter completed!