Some of the warm spring water slipped in. Song Yizhi lowered his head silently and took a sip of water. Then he turned his head away and said in a cold voice with a repulsive tone, "Lingquan water is of no use to me, don't waste it on me."
Plant good things.”
"It's just a glass of water, what's a waste?" Rong Yueyuan said, "Drink some more to moisten your throat?"
Song Yizhi said nothing.
Rong Yueyuan put away the cup and laid Song Yizhi flat. Then, he lifted a corner of the quilt and said, "I want to see your wound."
Song Yizhi closed his eyes.
If he said he didn't agree, wouldn't he stop reading it?
snort.
As the white cloth on the wound was removed, the horrific wound came into Rong Yueyuan's eyes again.
Looking at the almost unchanged wound, Rong Yueyuan frowned slightly.
It shouldn't be.
The ointment has been absorbed, so it stands to reason that the wound should have grown new flesh.
But Zhizhi's current situation...except that there was no blood, there was no change.
Could it be that because the injury was caused by thunder tribulation, recovery is slower?
"Apply the medicine again." After Rong Yueyuan finished speaking, he applied medicine to Song Yizhi's wounds again.
After applying the medicine, Song Yizhi rarely fell asleep.
Seeing Song Yizhi looking intently at the window, Rong Yueyuan slowly wiped off the remaining ointment on his hand with a handkerchief, "Want to go out?"
Song Yizhi turned his head silently and said nothing.
Rong Yueyuan made a dust-removing technique for himself, and then took out a brand new set of robes from the storage ring.
He kneaded the secret and put the brand new robe on Song Yizhi's body. The loose and unfitting robe made her even more thin and petite.
"What are you doing?" Song Yizhi asked in a bad tone.
"I haven't seen what it's like at night in the demon world. Please accompany me to see it." With that said, Rong Yueyuan reached out and picked up Song Yizhi and walked outside.
"Hypocritical." Song Yizhi stabbed, but the negative emotions filling his heart subsided a little.
Rong Yueyuan's expression showed a bit of helplessness.
Stepping out of the palace door, the cool evening breeze hit your face.
Song Yizhi squinted his eyes, feeling the freedom brought by the evening breeze.
Rong Yueyuan slowly walked around here holding Song Yizhi in his arms.
This palace was specially built by the Demon Lord for Song Yizhi. It is extremely luxurious and warm.
Rong Yueyuan walked slowly around to the small garden at the back, looked at the small garden full of flowers, and asked, "Do you like it?"
Song Yizhi glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze and said nothing.
How could you not like it? Every bit of it is arranged by my father and second brother.
Rong Yueyuan didn't ask any questions, he walked to the swing, bent down and sat on it.
This swing was made of poinciana wood by Feng Canglin. Let’s not talk about luxury, but it must be comfortable because the swing is spacious and has a backrest.
The swing covered with rose flowers is very beautiful and dreamy. This is a swing that every girl cannot refuse.
Rong Yueyuan dragged Song Yizhi's legs up and placed them on Qianqiu. Because the swing was spacious, her legs could be stretched out and placed on it.
Song Yizhi sat on Rong Yueyuan's lap, leaning against his arm. From a distance, the two of them looked like Taoist monks who had nothing to do and admired the moon, intimate and affectionate.
But the fact is that there is a piece of white cloth on Song Yizhi's face, his complexion is too pale, and his hands hang down unnaturally.
Without Rong Yueyuan, she wouldn't be able to appear here.
Song Yizhi slowly raised her head and looked at the night sky where the stars were intertwined. The beautiful night sky fascinated her.
Rong Yueyuan didn't say anything. He just kicked his legs and made the swing swing slowly.
Indulging in watching the stars, Song Yizhi's thoughts gradually began to wander.
She clearly felt that she was surrounded by silent tenderness, and that reassuring tenderness gradually eliminated the negative emotions in her heart.
It's so strange, how did her anger and violence calm down so quickly this time?
Song Yizhi moved her gaze to Rong Yueyuan, and she met those deep and gentle eyes.
"Rong Yueyuan, I told you to get lost before, why are you still here?" After Song Yizhi asked, he silently looked away and looked elsewhere.
With Rong Yueyuan's temper, anyone who scolded him to get out might not end well.
He didn't fall out on the spot but continued to take care of himself, which was beyond his expectation.
But it is undeniable that I feel a little despicable in my heart.
Rong Yueyuan looked at the little girl in his arms quietly, "It's easy for little girls to say sarcastic things when they're unhappy. I'll understand the opposite."
Song Yizhi said nothing, but felt that the negative emotions in his heart had subsided a little.
"Zhizhi, don't keep everything in your heart." Rong Yueyuan raised his hand and gently hugged Song Yizhi, his voice was slow and gentle, "The First Elder and the others are very worried about you."
Song Yizhi remained silent.
"We haven't given up on you, and you can't give up on yourself either." Gentle and magnetic, Rong Yueyuan asked softly, "Okay?"
"..." Song Yizhi closed his eyes, suppressed the surging emotions, and spoke rationally, "You who have cultivated through tribulations have been able to understand the rules of the world. With your talent, it is impossible for you not to have understood, what am I?
You know very well what the situation is."
Rong Yueyuan responded.
"Why bother?" Song Yizhi raised his head and met those eyes that were as deep as the sea, calm and tolerant, "I am just a cripple now, and my appearance is completely ruined... uh uh uh..."
Rong Yueyuan raised his hand to cover Song Yizhi's mouth to silence himself. He didn't want to hear those words.
Looking at the little girl with round and angry eyes, Rong Yueyuan restrained his gentleness slightly and looked serious, "If I no longer like you just because you are frustrated, frustrated or even disfigured, then I don't think this is true.
My heart is happy."
Looking at Song Yizhi who was gradually calming down, Rong Yueyuan said, "I have read your fate and I know your situation, but so what?"
Song Yizhi blinked his eyes.
Isn't he afraid of being implicated?
Doesn't he feel that he is a burden now?
"I will not give up on you, nor will I care about you, as long as you don't find me annoying." Rong Yueyuan's voice was gentle but firm.
Song Yizhi whispered to her not to cover her mouth.
Rong Yueyuan removed his hand.
Song Yizhi, who had a lot to say, suddenly didn't know what to say. She fell silent, and Rong Yueyuan also fell silent.
After a long time, Rong Yueyuan called out, "Zhi Zhi."
Song Yizhi said "Huh?" and asked him what was wrong.
"You can try to tell me what's on your mind. If you don't want to talk about it, you can cry. It will make you feel better if you cry. You can't hide everything in your heart. If it goes on for a long time, something will happen." Gentle.
His voice was full of concern.
Song Yizhi looked up at the night sky, his expression a little hollow.
She didn't know what to say or where to start.
Just when Rong Yueyuan thought that Song Yizhi was silent to him again, she spoke.
"I'm not willing to give in." Song Yizhi said in a very calm tone, "My determination and hard work have been wiped out by this lightning disaster."
She couldn't remember clearly how many times her efforts to escape from reincarnation had failed.
If a person fails for a long time, he will definitely develop feelings of inferiority and self-abandonment.
Rong Yueyuan didn't know how hard it took Song Yizhi to persuade him to practice hard, but he saw Song Yizhi's efforts.
The way of heaven seems not to be fair to Zhi Zhi either.
"Is this heaven fair?" After Song Yizhi finished speaking, thunder sounded from the sky.
The dull roar of thunder seemed to warn Song Yizhi not to speak arrogantly.
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Zhizhi will definitely have a bad temper after being hit, but she will cheer up quickly.