Originally, Zhuo Qingtan thought that the difference between the Taiyu was the eternal secret.

I never thought that more than nine thousand years have passed, and by chance, they will meet again in this mortal world.

She frowned slightly.

But why? He still doesn't look very happy?

Isn't it good to be able to live without restraint from now on, and to live well with a purest and pure body, only supreme and pure divine power, and no more evil spirits?

What else does he want?

Xie Yuci had just soaked the fragrant tea in his hand. For some reason, his ears turned slightly red. Suddenly, "Miss Zhuo, have you seen enough?"

Zhuo Qingtan was stunned and then turned his gaze away in a little panic.

She coughed gently and covered her up:

"Sorry, Mr. Xie is very skilled in making tea, so I was fascinated by it."

Xie Yuci came over with a teacup, sat beside the bed, and gently helped her up.

Then he said lightly: "There is nothing special about the tea ceremony, just be quiet and proficient."

Zhuo Qingtan wanted to raise his hand to take the teacup in his hand, but he frowned and stopped his movements.

"I'll do it. Your fingers are weak and weak at this time, and you're shaking like an old man in his 80s. It's better not to sprinkle them on yourself anymore. It's even more troublesome to pack up."

Zhuo Qingtan was silent for a moment, and said softly, "I'll trouble Mr. Xie."

Xie Yuci had no expression on his face, but his movements were very gentle and careful. He placed the teacup on her lips and tilted it slowly.

The fragrant tea in the teacup is warm without burning the mouth and it tastes very comfortable.

Zhuo Qingtan drank a small cup of fragrant tea with Xie Yuci's hand and stopped drinking it.

Xie Yuci didn't force her again, but just helped her back to the bed again.

Zhuo Qingtan frowned slightly, looking at the man who was very skillful in tidying up the corners of her quilt.

For some reason, I seemed to feel that the symptoms of palpitations and shortness of breath were even worse.

She suddenly spoke and said softly: "Since the young master is going to travel around the north, why not be with Miss Wanqing and Miss Lingrong? I am now ill in bed, so I may disturb Mr. Yaxing."

Xie Yuci said softly, raised his eyebrows and looked at her and said, "That's really hard for Miss Zhuo. I'm still thinking about it when I'm sick.

But there is no need to be so anxious. Just put the scenery there and you can't escape it. It's not like a human, but has a pair of legs. If you want to see it, it's not too late to go anytime."

Zhuo Qingtan paused slightly when he heard this.

She was indeed deliberately procrastinating by taking care of her illness, but he had something in his words at this time, and he was really very sensitive.

She turned over with helplessness, faced the wall, quietly closed her eyes, and stopped talking.

Xie Yuci sat by the bed and looked at her for a moment, and an extremely shallow curve of his mouth unknowingly emerged.

For some reason, the wind and cold in Zhuo Qingtan is very slow.

She was not allowed to go to the ground at will by Xie Yuci, but she was used to beinghave in a manner in life.

As long as she is not so hot that she is unconscious and unable to get up, she will never lie in bed honestly.

Therefore, most of the time every day, Zhuo Qingtan is dressed neatly, wearing a white fox fur and cloak, sitting upright on the couch, opening the window beside the bed, silently looking at the Mid-Autumn Festival scenery outside.

On this day, Zhuo Qingtan was dressed in a straight face as usual.

She had just opened the window in front of the bed and looked at the skylark pecking at the grass seeds under the tree outside. Suddenly, with a "touch", the window in front of her was suddenly hit by a demonic force shot from outside.

The window suddenly closed and made a collision sound.

Zhuo Qingtan was staring out the window in a daze, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he saw this.

She turned her head gently and looked towards the door. With the sound of kicking and stepping footsteps, Ling Rong had already pushed open the door and came in.

She held a bowl of hot soup with an unhappy face and said impatiently:

"Why are you doing opening the window again? Don't you know that you are so sick that you can't blow the wind?"

She murmured and continued to complain: "You mortals who claim to be good-looking will know that they will cause trouble for others, and they really don't have the ability to see them."

Zhuo Qingtan paused slightly, and she quietly turned her head to look at Lingrong. Lingrong was just muttering and raised her head and met her gaze.

For some reason, she was obviously a female disciple of the Immortal Sect who was so sick that she could not even use a trace of spiritual power, but at this moment she had a sense of awesomeness.

Ling Rong just looked at her and felt a sudden twitching in her heart.

——This is an illusion that she never dared not offend even when facing Xie Yuci.

Ling Rong's long list of unpleasant complaints that had already reached her mouth were immediately unable to speak.

The room was quiet for a few moments, and Zhuo Qingtan suddenly smiled softly.

Her smile was like the spring breeze, breaking the condensation of a room, very gentle.

Zhuo Qingtan looked at Ling Rong with a calm look and asked softly: "Miss Lingrong, I am not used to be roundabout, so I just asked, do you have any misunderstandings about it?"

Ling Rong paused and immediately answered loudly like a bell covering her ears.

".Where, how is there a misunderstanding? There is no one!"

Zhuo Qingtan looked at her with a smile and nodded: "Oh."

Oh? What does she mean?

Ling Rong frowned. She endured it again and again, but still couldn't help it and asked, "What do you mean?"

Why did he ignore her after saying "Oh"?

Is Zhuo Qingtan a fool, or does she regard her Ling Rong as a fool?

Zhuo Qingtan slowly leaned against the pillow on the right back, raised one hand to press against the lips, coughed gently, and then smiled faintly, saying:

"Miss Lingrong, it doesn't mean anything. If you say you have no misunderstandings, then you will believe it, that's all."

Ling Rong felt as if her punch hit the cotton, and her heart was very angry.

This man surnamed Zhuo looked gentle and tepid, which made her feel so stuffy that she couldn't vent her anger!

She thought beautifully!

Ling Rong was so angry that her cheeks were bulging, and she suddenly said loudly: "There is no misunderstanding between us, because you are just annoying, and I really hate you very much!

Your name is 'Zhuo Qingtan', right? Yesterday I went out to inquire about you secretly and heard that you are also a well-known figure in the mortal world. What is the first disciple of the Palm Palace of Duanxu Palace, the head of the four major immortal gates?

So, I hope you are a little self-aware, get better as soon as possible, and leave my house as soon as possible. After all, you are a well-known and upright child, so don’t leave with Xie Yuci on the pretext of not leaving!”

Zhuo Qingtan shook his head gently when he heard this, and lowered his head and smiled slightly.

This child is really simple and cute. Even when he went out to inquire about others, he spoke it openly, which shows that he was open and unscheming.

Just let her leave Xie Yuci?
Chapter completed!