In the clean and bright hut, the curtain shadows are still fluttering.
The golden sunshine, with a slight coolness, quietly shined through the thin curtains on Duanmu Rong's bedside. The clean quilt radiated a faint white light, which seemed to make an elegant face appear illusory.
In the illusion, one can still clearly see that her lips are slightly pale and haggard, and her dark jade hair slides across her cheeks, like a deep and long stream. I don’t know if she has lost her journey and stopped at a well-known place, or because of the ebb and flow of time, the flowing sound has faded.
Too far away from the world.
Duanmu Rong, whether you are flowing towards the clear and indifferent Minghu Lake, or indulging in the reserved deep valley, you can feel that there is still a chivalrous and tender heart in this world, which is beating silently for you.
Following the snow girl's soft cry, the dropped soup bowl spun in shock.
"Axue?!" Gao Jianli's figure appeared in the afterglow of the setting sun at the door, blocking a large amount of time. He followed the snow girl's gaze, and his silent eyes trembled subtly.
Xue Nu stared at Duanmu Rong, and when her eyes met Gao Jianli's, they both laughed knowingly.
??????
"What?" A lean figure crossed the threshold, "Miss Rong——", Thief Toe looked like an excited child, his loud voice broke the quiet sunset, the God of Lightning walked to the bedside, and endured
He couldn't help but hold up Miss Rong's hand. Yes, that's right, her hand was getting closer and closer to the body temperature of a normal person.
??????
Everyone in the Mo family gathered around the bed, looking eagerly at the woman who kept moving her fingers but still had her eyelids closed.
"Mr. Manzhong, what's this?" Snow Girl said, with endless expectations and unconcealable worries in her heart.
The man's brows were furrowed, and the strong inner energy of the peasantry was flowing, and the light of the golden scales of Shaohua gradually submerged the time on his fingertips.
In the eternal night, the familiar tone of everyone in the Mo family was vaguely heard, and a ray of golden light fell from the sky, dispelling the endless darkness and coldness. Duanmu Rong opened his eyes with difficulty, and the clear eyes in his memory were trance-like and spiritual.
"ah!!"
“Great!!”
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Everyone's blood was boiling around, but they held their breath when they saw her dark eyes.
"Miss Rong!!"
"Sister Rong!!"
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"Miss Rong, I am a toe thief!"
The pale and bleeding face on the bed, the absent-minded attitude, and the motionless body forced everyone to suffocate in despair.
If this is a joke played by God, then in the next moment, a wooden sword that surpasses all living beings will cut through the lie.
"Miss Duanmu——"
It's like a peerless cave song exquisitely arranged in the hustle and bustle, proudly passing through the dynamic notes.
An obvious soft light flashed across his empty and confused eyes, and the blurred vision was cleared with a crack of clarity.
"..."
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Everyone clenched their palms and stared in amazement at the miraculous flame of hope that had been ignited. They did not dare to say a word, as if they were afraid that the slightest movement of breathing would destroy their hope.
Gu, Gu??????
The changing rhythm of the pulse, from slow to strong, beautiful and precise.
Gradually, the emotional vision escaped from the shackles of blur. At that moment, the eyes and mind seemed to be washed, and the world suddenly became clear.
Everyone is at peace.
Her long eyelashes were trembling, unable to hide her inner excitement. Her eyes passed through everyone and fixed on one place, and she saw that concerned face. She breathed a sigh of relief slowly, as if her last hair had tightened.
The thread has also been loosened, so there is no need to worry anymore.
Everyone turned their heads, looking for Miss Rong to look at Ge Nie. They were speechless for a moment. Apart from telling each other to leave, there were no words to deal with the tricky situation that was about to follow.
"Oh!?" The last snow girl knocked the thief on the head.
"Uh! What are you doing?" Thieves raised his head, looking confused.
"What are you doing? Everyone has left." Snow Girl pointed at the quilt.
"This??????" After a pause, he reluctantly let go of Kai Murong's hand, but knowingly let go of it.
When Thief Toe passed by Ge Nie, he stopped awkwardly first, then raised his head arrogantly, raised his toes slightly, put on a condescending look, cleared his throat and said, "Hey! Ge Nie... you have already promised me what you have promised me."
If you do it, I will owe you from now on."
Corridor room
"Hahahaha! Little Toe, Miss Rong is completely awake!" Big Hammer's thick arms happily hugged Toe.
"Yes, thank God, Miss Rong finally woke up!" Thief Toe pretended to respond to Big Hammer's annoying smile.
"Huh? It's really strange. Why don't you, the smooth-tongued thief like you, show no signs at all?"
"Tch! What to show? It's all up to someone to show it."
"Huh? But Ge Nie is not that kind of person... who can say disgusting words to please people!"
Snow Girl tilted her head and snickered, "You two! Maybe she is in a place where we can't see her, and she doesn't know how close she is to Sister Rong!"
"Really? Hahahaha!"
The chatter and laughter outside the corridor gradually faded away, but the room was still silent, as if frozen by the cold breath of the night.
Looking at the shadow of the west wind curtain, the indifferent Ge Nie took a long time to squeeze out a few words, "Miss Duanmu, you saved me, my life will be yours from now on." Although he said this, the fingers holding the wooden sword
I couldn't help but shrink in embarrassment in the dark. At this moment, the sword master of the generation, who had gone through bloody storms and the collapse of Mount Tai without changing his appearance, finally peeled off his cold, arrogant and alienated cloak, revealing his true nature as a mortal.
From now on, my life will be yours. What kind of words are these. If they come from his mouth, it will be a promise for the rest of his life.
Duanmu Rong withdrew her eyes from focusing on Ge Nie. A warm current flowed from the bottom of her heart throughout her body. Her smile was warm. Although it was incompatible with the silent atmosphere in the room, it had a unique charm.
Wooden sword? Where is the once sharp Yuan Hong, stained with tears?
That's fine, the wooden sword shouldn't be easy to hurt himself, right?
The gentle wind quietly enters the room, and the stirring emotions are spread silently.