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The five hundred and thirty seventh chapter draws the sword to help the disaster (sixty-four)

Ling'er didn't understand Brother Yang's logic at all, and cautiously tried: "Then do you think you can live like this, okay?"

"Of course it's good to be alive." Qi Yang didn't understand why Ling'er asked this, so he answered matter-of-factly, "What else in the world can be better than being alive?"

Qi Yang can appreciate how good it is to be alive better than anyone else. Every full moon night, he hopes to open his eyes as usual the next day. In the past, he was worried about the unfinished business in the branch or shop.

, and now, it is for Ling'er. He wants to see Ling'er again! He wants to live more than ever!

Ling'er put her mind back a little and confirmed again: "Do you really think so?"

"Yes." Qi Yang nodded and turned his gaze to the bowl and spoon in Ling'er's hand, "Only in this way can we often taste the medicinal food carefully prepared by the girl."

"Oops! The porridge is cold. I'll give you something hot!" Ling'er finally remembered the "business" in front of her.

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The bowl of porridge gradually emptied out, and the two of them were thinking about their own thoughts without saying anything.

Qi Yang was relieved when he saw that Ling'er's face had returned to normal and that he seemed to have recovered from the shock just now. He thought about whether what he just said could make Ling'er relax and stop worrying about his injuries in the future.

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But Ling'er was still digesting what Brother Yang said. Her worries were gone, but her heartache was even worse.

After feeding a bowl of porridge, Ling'er stood up.

Qi Yang immediately became nervous and asked her: "Where are you going, girl?"

Ling'er originally just got up instinctively and wanted to clean up the bowls and spoons, but when Brother Yang asked, she remembered the bloody clothes under the bed again, and immediately had a plan in her mind. She replied: "I will return the food cup, and then take the

The clothes you changed have been dealt with."

"No!" Qi Yang said without thinking.

"What's wrong?" Ling'er cast the net and waited for Yu'er to explain honestly.

"Is there any more rice porridge? I want to eat some more." Qi Yang did not do what Ling'er wished.

"Can you still eat it?" Ling'er asked suspiciously. Would Brother Yang risk everything to stop him from burying his clothes?

Qi Yang nodded affirmatively.

"You said that eating too much will make you feel uncomfortable, so it's better to stop in moderation, right?" Ling'er did not forget what Brother Yang said and advised. She didn't want to make Brother Yang feel uncomfortable.

"I haven't eaten much," Qi Yang said.

Ling'er felt that Brother Yang was already full, and she had already served more porridge than usual. She gave in and said, "I promise you, I won't go anywhere. Don't force yourself."

"No! No! I don't mean anything else. I just want to hit the road later. I'm afraid I won't be able to eat such delicious rice porridge for a long time." Qi Yang quickly defended. Of course, he couldn't admit his thoughts directly, but

What he said was not entirely a lie. He didn't want Ling'er to worry about him, so he was searching for food he could eat in the snow in the wilderness.

"Are you serious?" After receiving confirmation from Brother Yang, Ling'er said, "Then I'll serve you some more. Eat as much as you can, don't hold on." Compared with those cold and hard dry foods, Ling'er said

I also hope that Brother Yang can eat more porridge.

Qi Yang nodded. He decided to eat another half bowl of porridge. Although he hadn't eaten so much for a long time, his experience many years ago told him that it shouldn't be a problem to eat two small bowls of food at one time.

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Chapter completed!
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