After saying this, Cang Xuan reached out and gently brushed her cheek, leaving a faint fragrance, then turned and left.
Xi Meng came to his senses and was quite surprised.
I thought that if I disturbed his mood at such a critical moment, he would not obediently agree to leave.
Unexpectedly, she thought of him wrongly.
Looking back, I thought, after all, he was once an elder of the demon world and had led Li Li for more than ten thousand years. Although he was known for his iron fist, it did not mean that he was an incompetent lord.
In the face of a powerful enemy, he focused on the overall situation, so it was common sense to go to meet the enemy in person.
The Cangxuan that Yifeng told her before gradually became blurred in her mind, and she had a completely new view and understanding of him.
The tenderness he treated her from the moment she woke up from her slumber was not false.
Although she still can't remember how she got married to him, it seems that these things are not that important.
Perhaps when her injury is completely healed, she will think of everything in the past.
With this thought in mind, she put on her clothes, brushed her messy hair behind her shoulders, and tied it up with a ribbon, hoping to get down to the ground to get familiar with the environment in front of her.
Since he left, the illusion he cast has ceased to work, and everything in the Ripple Palace has returned to its original appearance.
Earlier, when he mentioned that this was the territory of the Shui Tribe, she had secretly scanned the hall. The pearl in the corner of the hall was glowing with a faint blue light and was much larger than the one in Hanchen Hall.
Most of the furnishings in the hall are made of bright red corals and colorful shells. Through the slightly opened windows, colorful fish can swim by from time to time.
Only then did she realize that the Ripple Palace was not on land, but in the deep sea.
She leaned against the window, wanting to reach out and touch the fish, but then she stretched out her fingertips and touched them forward. She found that there was a transparent barrier wrapped in front of her eyes, and the place where her fingertips touched was slightly moist. Water streaks.
The fish outside the barrier seemed to be very curious about the purple-clothed woman in the palace. They gathered in front of the window, shaking their heads and wagging their tails, and spitting out small bubbles from their round mouths, as if they were talking to her.
"Hey, that's fine for you. You can play in the water without any worries. But I'm like a caged bird, imprisoned in the deep sea. I don't know where Yifeng is now. The demon-suppressing army breaks into the sea. In this situation, will he be injured? Will he be okay?"
Xi Meng's index finger gently touched the barrier. More and more fish gathered outside the ripples. However, she sighed and frowned. She only hoped that Yifeng would be able to help people and heaven and not be innocently involved in the demon-slaying army. The war with the old demon world.
About fifty miles to the west of Wuxi River, there is an endless pear forest. Deep in the sea of flowers as white as snow, there are two simple and elegant tree houses. The yard in front of the house is covered with petals. On the left A clear and shallow stream flows slowly. Occasionally, the wind blows, and flowers and rain fly. They fall to the water and flow down into Wu River.
Next to the stone table in the courtyard, there is a slender white figure with willow eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes. His skin is like gelatin, which can be broken by a blow. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell the male and female. He is the flower demon in charge of this pear forest. Lingyue.
After a moment, the fragrance of flowers came with the wind, and a child in white knelt respectfully at his feet, "Flower Master, this is the strange nectar and honeyweed newly picked today."
As he spoke, he placed a thumb-sized petal and a bunch of pink and white grass firmly on the stone table.
"There have been strong enemies in the realm in the past few days. The reason why the Lord has not told the flower demons and spirits of the pear blossom clan to go into battle to kill the enemies is probably because of the pear blossom brews in my forest. But you still need to be vigilant at all times. You must not Don't take it lightly. Although the barrier I set up in the forest the day before yesterday can protect you for a while, if the demon-suppressing army really breaks in, I'm afraid it won't last for an hour or three." Ling Yue turned his eyes and looked at the child, with a look of worry on his eyebrows. Most of them look helpless.
The little boy nodded when he heard this, "I understand what the flower master means, and I will definitely give instructions to the little monsters to take strict precautions."
Lingyue waved his hand and sighed in a low voice, "If that day comes, we, the Lihua clan, should all suffer this calamity."
When his fingers touched the rhizome of the honey-whispering grass on the stone table, he asked the child who was about to salute and leave: "Is there much of the honey-whispering grass left?"
"Back to the flower master, apart from the new one picked today, there are three more."
Hearing this, Ling Yue frowned slightly, and the worry in his apricot eyes became heavier, "I understand, you can go down now!"
After the child left, Ling Yue flicked his hand, and the honey-whispering grass fell into pieces into the wooden jar. He lowered his head to mix the medicine and said to himself, "It's been several days, and I haven't woken up yet."
There are signs of turning around. Seeing that the demon-suppressing army has reached the doorstep, I don’t know how long I, Lihua Lin, can protect you..."
Ling Yue's hand that was holding the medicine suddenly loosened, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, stood up, picked up the medicine jar, and walked towards the wooden house.
The wooden door creaked open, bringing with it a breeze and the scent of medicine slowly drifted out of the house.
In the small room, the furnishings are simple and elegant. The figure is lying on the soft couch facing inward. On the low table beside the couch, there are two wooden bowls stacked, one bowl is filled with clear water, and the other bowl is filled with powder.
Red medicinal residue.
Ling Yue held the medicine jar and walked lightly as he approached slowly. He bent over and poured the medicine juice in the medicine jar back into the bowl. He picked up the medicine bowl and sat on the side of the couch, flicking his hands and slowly supporting the figure on the soft couch.
rise.
His hands were slightly sluggish, and he was secretly surprised in his heart. His body seemed to be getting thinner than yesterday. It was not a good sign if it continued like this.
The medicinal properties of honeyweed are very strong, and it is miraculous in treating burns and scalds. However, five full days have passed since he fell into the pear forest covered with fire and beyond recognition, even though he used the freshest honeyweed juice to heal his wounds every day.
, he still has no improvement.
"Here, take medicine."
Lingyue held the medicine bowl in one hand and gently brushed away the messy hair covering his cheek with the other hand, revealing a severely burned face in front of him.
Withered yellow hair, a distorted bridge of the nose, and a strange red color to his skin. Except for the area around his closed eyes, his original appearance could still be seen, and other places had scars that were unbearable to look at. They were red and glaring.
Ling Yue closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, and finally calmed down a little.
Trying not to look at his face, she used magic to transfer the concoction between his lips.
Today, he specially added strange nectar to the concoction, which can detoxify hundreds of poisons, hoping that it will be effective on him.
My heart trembled, and I still had lingering fears when I recalled the scene five days ago.
On the path paved with flower petals, he fell from the sky like a fireball and hit Lingyue's feet.
He was severely burned all over his body, and all his black and blue hair had turned into withered silk. His handsome face was so ruined that he was almost inhuman shape. If not for the faint scent of fragrance coming out of his weak breath, even the flower master Ling Yue, who had longed for him for nearly a thousand years, would not have seen him.
Can recognize him.
"Well..." A dry and hoarse groan came out, making Ling Yue suddenly startled. The empty bowl in his hand fell heavily to the bed and broke into pieces.