That almost transparent face made the originally calm Ning Qingyan's mind go blank. In a flash, she appeared in front of Zhao Yun and put her hands on his cheeks.
"!" Zhao Yun took a breath.
‘It’s so cold!’ Ning Qingyan was shocked.
Shifang rolled his eyes and quietly exited the bedroom, and thoughtfully asked everyone outside to leave and not allow anyone to disturb him.
"Your face..." Why is it so cold?
Before Ning Qingyan finished speaking, she noticed that Zhao Yun's originally pale face gradually turned rosy.
The skin that her palms touched also regained a touch of warmth.
The words that were not spoken yet turned into: "...why are you blushing?"
"..." Zhao Yun's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his hand to pull down her hand that was close to his cheek. "It's because your hand is too hot."
"Huh?" Ning Qingyan looked at her red palms suspiciously.
Whether it's hot or not, she can't feel it herself.
But no matter what, it is still a normal human body temperature.
So, she retorted: "It's obviously because your face is too cold." That's right! That's it!
Zhao Yun didn't want to argue with her about the whole issue, so he changed the subject and asked, "Did King Zhou give you any trouble?"
Ning Qingyan shook her head, "He doesn't dare."
Zhao Yun was surprised for a moment and said funnyly: "You are quite right."
Ning Qingyan nodded and said: "Of course! Moreover, on the stage, I defeated his son openly and squarely. If he is not convinced, just go up to the stage and challenge me."
"I'm afraid it would be shameless for an eighth-level martial artist like you, King Zhou, to come on stage to challenge a junior like you." Zhao Yun said in his heart, dumbfounded.
"What's more, I know that he is jealous of you, so he doesn't dare to cause trouble for me." Ning Qingyan said, her eyes fell on Zhao Yun's picturesque outline, her tone was low.
Zhao Yun met her eyes and said without any trace: "Do you mind?"
Ning Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then realized and smiled: "Why should I mind? This is my benefit as Princess Ding, isn't it?"
Zhao Yun also laughed silently when he heard what she said.
He sighed in his heart, 'How could I forget...her temperament is different from others.'
"So, why don't you let the royal doctor see your illness?"
"..." The smile on Zhao Yun's face froze.
The topic that I thought had been bypassed has come back again.
He met Ning Qingyan's half-smiling eyes, helplessly shook his head and smiled.
"It's nothing serious, so don't bother them."
Ning Qingyan didn't force herself, she nodded, and when Zhao Yun had no defense, she suddenly grabbed his wrist and pressed her fingers on the pulse gate of his wrist.
"!!!" Zhao Yun was startled and subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand.
However, how could Ning Qingyan give him such an opportunity?
She is a strange woman who can crush Zhao Xingyao's energy with one punch and knock him off the ring. In terms of strength, can she not be able to compete with a sick man?
Zhao Yun tried hard to withdraw his hand, but it didn't move at all.
Having lost the opportunity, Zhao Yun smiled bitterly in his heart and simply let it go.
When Ning Qingyan pressed her fingers on his pulse gate, her expression suddenly changed.
Zhao Yun's health was worse than she imagined.
How bad is it?
After a moment, Ning Qingyan let go of his wrist and asked with inquiry in her eyes: "Why is your soul injured?" Moreover, it was an extremely serious injury.
"What?"
"..." Zhao Yun's deep eyes were filled with confusion. For a moment, Ning Qingyan didn't know whether he really didn't understand or was pretending not to understand.
"What spirit?" Zhao Yun asked again in confusion.
Ning Qingyan's eyes became more probing. "..."
Yes, how can a mortal have a divine soul?
However, Zhao Yun's appearance of not knowing what was going on didn't seem like he was faking it.
Could it be that... there is some secret to his physical weakness?
The most important thing is, what happened to the soul in his body?
‘Perhaps his physical weakness is related to this broken soul?’ Ning Qingyan had to make a bold guess in her heart.
The soul and the soul are both the products of reaching the highest level of mystical cultivation and are similar to an eternal life form.
However, there are some differences between the two.
But neither the soul nor the soul can be possessed by mortals!
However, the broken soul appeared in the mortal body of Zhao Yun. No matter how broken it was, it was still a soul.
A mortal body simply cannot withstand the power of a divine soul.
Therefore, people will become sick due to excessive overdraft, even consume their life span excessively, and eventually die young.
Ning Qingyan looked at Zhao Yun with complicated eyes.
Zhao Yun did not dodge and met her gaze.
'Do you think you know the truth about Zhao Yun's weakness by accident?'
'She should believe what I say.'
The two people's eyes met, but their thoughts were completely different.
Zhao Yun's deep eyes flashed with an almost undetectable dark light, and he took the initiative to test: "Madam just said that the soul..."
"Nothing." Ning Qingyan interrupted him.
She thought to herself: 'Zhao Yun is just a mortal, there is no need to know about the soul. Even if he knows, it is just a burden to him.'
"My illness..." Zhao Yun nodded understandingly and did not ask any more questions.
Ning Qingyan interrupted him again: "I will find a way."
The corners of Zhao Yun's mouth were slightly raised, and his picturesque and handsome features showed a light smile: "Then there is Mrs. Lao."
"It should be." Ning Qingyan nodded.
She said this, but her mood was extremely complicated.
If it were a thousand years ago, she could easily wipe out this little soul from the world with a snap of her fingers.
But now...she only has the knowledge and secret techniques from thousands of years ago, but no cultivation. Facing the soul in Zhao Yun's body, she can only be helpless.
Now I just hope that Zhao Yun can hold on a little longer.
However, the soul is a hidden danger, and no one knows when it will break out.
What if Zhao Yun dies unexpectedly and her Kunyuan Body is not activated?
For a moment, Ning Qingyan didn't know who to sympathize with!
"I'll take your pulse again." Ning Qingyan frowned and reached out to grab Zhao Yun's hand again.
Zhao Yun subconsciously hid, lowered his eyes and asked, "Why is this?"
Ning Qingyan did not doubt that he was there and explained: "I always feel that the breath coming from the soul is a bit familiar. I want to feel it more clearly."
"!!!" Zhao Yun's eyebrows jumped.
An unprecedented sense of crisis hit my heart.
He looked at Ning Qingyan, who had a calm face, with a complex expression. She acted so unusually in front of him without any secret. Was it a test, or was she unintentionally acting?
If Ning Qingyan is allowed to explore his soul again, will she remember anything?
Under Ning Qingyan's gaze, Zhao Yun slowly stretched out his hand and opened his sleeves, revealing a thin and beautiful wrist that was as white as jade...