The man's fingers were as slender as jade and as cool as jade. He gently pressed against Lin Chu's furrowed brows: "You're tired."
His fingertips seemed to be filled with magic power, and a bit of coolness slowly seeped into Lin Chu's brain through the center of his brows, and then the spiritual platform became clear.
Her eyes gradually became clear, and she saw a face as beautiful as jade, a jade-colored fairy that is rare in the world.
"Lin... Zhi?"
She opened her lips lightly, and finally said the two words carefully intermittently, and her fingertips gradually relaxed a little.
"It's me."
Lin Zhi's fingers slid from her eyebrows to her cheeks, gently and dotingly: "I'm here."
Lin Chu frowned, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "He must die! He must!"
Before he finished speaking, his slender body suddenly softened and sank toward the water.
Lin Zhijian's eyebrows were raised slightly, and panic suddenly appeared in his eyes. He felt his heart tightening, but his hands were faster than his brain. He quickly reached out and grabbed Lin Chu's arm tightly, and moved it into his arms.
Lin Chu's body was dripping with water, and he held her tightly in his arms, holding her sideways.
On the other side, the unconscious Peng Bo was ignored and slowly sank into the water.
"Old Chu."
Lin Zhi didn't even look at Peng Bo, his narrow phoenix eyes were focused anxiously on the face of the woman he loved in his arms, who was as pale as a piece of paper.
"When you're tired, take a nap and I'll be here with you," he said.
Lin Zhi half-squinted his eyes, and the heartache in his eyes surged out like a wave, engulfing Lin Chu.
The little girl's eyes have always been as bright as stars. Her eyes are the most moving thing about her body. They are also the most agile.
Now, her eyes are closed tightly, she has lost her former vitality, and she seems to be sleeping. She is pale and fragile.
How could he have thought that she was a tough man like him? She was clearly a petite, soft and peerless beauty who should be held in the palm of someone's hand and cherished.
Seeing that her eyebrows were furrowed and she refused to relax even though she was in a coma, he... couldn't let go anymore.
Lin Zhi also gradually frowned, and deep in his narrow phoenix eyes, there was an irritable red color.
"Go and burn this village for me."
His breath was cold, as if this was not enough to express the anger in his heart, he gritted his teeth and spoke again: "Leave no tile behind!"
"You really don't have back pain when you stand and talk."
In the flowers behind him, an ethereal and fairy-like old voice slowly sounded out: "This village is full of institutions. I can only find this place thanks to the blessings of the gods and Buddhas. Do you still want to leave nothing behind?"
Lin Zhi frowned, his eyes as cold as ice: "Get out!"
"Your virtue of respecting the old and loving the young is really not very good."
Li Tianshou, who has fair hair and a childlike face among the flowers, curled his lips and said: "Let us go, we will go. Do you think I am willing to come with you to swim in the muddy water?"
There was a rustling sound behind the flowers, and in the blink of an eye there was no sound.
Lin Zhi ignored it and placed his palm against Lin Chuhou's heart. Warm and long-lasting internal energy flowed into Lin Chuhou's heart like an overwhelming amount, warming her cold heart.
"Master Lin."
Ying Yi quietly approached: "Everyone is under control."
"Um..." Lu An swallowed his saliva and said, "If we don't save him, Marshal Peng will really die."
Lin Zhi's face was expressionless: "If you die, you will die."
"If he dies, there will be no trouble. Let's fish him out."
A crisp and soft voice sounded softly in Lin Zhi's ears.
"Old Chu." Lin Chu's eyes were filled with joy, and the cold and sinister lifelessness around him disappeared: "Are you awake?"
Lin Chu hummed and struggled to get up, but was held down by Lin Zhi.