Immortal Voices

Rong Xian grasped the elixir and wanted to take it, but Tsinghua real person's serious but unloved face appeared suddenly in his mind, and his action was paused.

It would be awful if Master knew this.

But looking at the shadow of the feet slowly covered by the sun, Rong Xian also couldn't care much. Although the sunshade helped her to free her from the shackles, this medicine was really annoyingly tight, and I didn't know where it came from.

Rong Xian pursed her lips and stuffed Zhuo Hua Dan directly into her mouth, secretly deciding to let the genus go and look up the source of the medicine.

The mighty medicine with the power of the sun rammed into her body, and the poison of the shady sunshade melted in the blood vein seemed to feel the threat and rise up to resist.

The feeling of fighting between the two forces in the body is really uncomfortable, and the partial student Rongxian can only hold back waiting for them to win.

A loud bang rang out in consciousness, and Rong Xian spit out a spit of blood from Zhen. Her body was shaky, her face was pale, and her bright eyes were dim.

"Cough." Rong Xian coughed twice, taking out a piece of papa from the sleeve with an unstable hand, and wiped the blood off the mouth.

She glanced down at the faint golden light on the ground, and threw down the blood-stained parcel, covering the blood.

Rong Xian stood up with her arms around the wall. Although she felt severe pain as if she was being burnt by the fire, her expression leaked without any pain, but her eyes were slightly satisfied.

"Zhuo Huadan's medicine is pretty good, but it's a pity." It took only five days to suppress the sun, but five days was enough for her to walk to Shiqiaoyu.

Rong Xian leaned against the wall for a while, just raised his hand to clear the blood on the ground, but his motion stopped.

If she glanced at the secret corner of her eyes, and a strange smile was raised at the corner of her mouth, she just ignored her clothes and walked out of town.

Well, there were two little mice tracking, I wonder if they were sent by people or acted on their own?

Huh?

Rong Xian's footsteps paused, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, not just two.

"Qulang," Rong Xian called softly.

In the corner, a cloud of black mist suddenly turned into a figure, and Qu Lang tentatively asked, "Sir, do you want to kill them?"

Rong Xian stared at him expressionlessly, and looked down, "What kind of system is the fight."

Qu Lang: "... Yes."

Then, he heard Lord Lord's tone calm and unwavering: "Unexpected guests last night, except for these two people, the others are still unwilling to deal with behind me."

Although the description of ‘these two’ is vague, Qu Lang understands it. Qu Lang: “... Yes.”

Say okay not to kill? You say, "Take care", there are several dead people.

Rong Xian responded very quickly to her inconsistencies. She cleared her throat and said with some dissatisfaction: "The maliciousness of those people is too obvious, and keeping them is also trouble."

Qu Lang: Just be happy.

Rong Xian waved his hand, Qu Lang disappeared.

However, for a moment, a little **** smell came and disappeared quickly. If you didn't notice it, you wouldn't find it.

After a long time, in the alley.

A lazy murmur sounded: "She seems to be hurt, we just bleed a half step late and she vomited blood. If it were later, wouldn't she be dead?"

Lu Yuan glanced at him, expressionless: "Even if you don't come, Doctor Rong will be fine."

Ling Jun said with a smile: "You always think that we are very useless to say so."

Lu Yuan was too lazy to look at him one more time, and walked directly in the direction that Rong Xian left, and said, "Since you are worried about Dr. Rong, then catch up with it, and make trouble here."

Seeing Lu Yuan walking away, Ling Jun shrugged his shoulders and was just about to catch up. He walked away and smiled on his face.

He squatted down and stared at the blood in front of him, his eyes stopped on the grass in front of him, and then he watched the withered grass rejuvenate at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing longer and stronger.

Until the blood on the ground was completely absorbed, the grass had grown to Ling Juncon's knee.

"Withered trees in spring, vitality is overwhelming, and indeed it is ..." Sword Emperor's blood.

Ling Jun's complex look was difficult to distinguish. He struck out with aura, and destroyed the pavement on the ground. Then he stood up and quickly chased after landing. The look returned to the former lazy behavior. What was he thinking about? ,neither knows.

But what makes Jun Jun unclear is that just after he left, the growing grass was shrouded in sunlight for a moment, and then turned into flying ash and disappeared.

Rong Xian walked all the way to the mountains outside the town, not paying any attention to the two little mice behind him.

She didn't feel malicious in those two people, even with a little kindness.

This makes her have no trouble except for occasional inconvenience to do not conform to Dr. Rong's behavior.

Standing on the top of the mountain, the breeze blows her skirt gently, and the black hair raises a messy trajectory. She reaches out her hand, and seems to want to touch the sun that is far away but far away.

It seemed that she hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and the warm light shrouded her body, making her comfortable to sleep.

Rong Xian closed her eyes, stretched out her hands and carefully touched the sun.

Although it is invisible, it has temperature, warmth, happiness, and can disperse any haze-light.

At this time, she forgot the burning pain in her body all the time. People who are not in the dark will never know the value of light. Even if she comforts herself no matter how much she doesn't care about shading, she always walks in the dark to make her A little anxious.

When the lost is possessed again, the lost joy regains all senses.

The golden light leaked from her fingers, Rong Xian held her hands, carefully holding a treasure, and then smiled contentedly like a child, her eyes and eyes were tender, giving a kind of spring weather. Warmth.

"Hello, are you saying that Dr. Rong is stupid? I ran to the cliff to blow hair in the early morning regardless of the injury, and I was holding it so carefully." Ling Juncong said in his usual timid tone.

Lu Yuan looked at the man on the edge of the cliff deeply, and said earnestly, "She has something in her hand."

Ling Jun looked at it carefully, then looked at it, and finally said angrily, "Wood, are you playing with me? I didn't see anything."

Lu Yuan was silent for a long time, and then said word by word: "The light in her hand."

Light?

When Ling Jun looked at Rong Xian again, he found that the man's eyebrows were soft and his expression seemed to grab his most precious treasure. The golden sunlight shed on her body, blending with the warm smile of the corner of her mouth.

He said unconsciously: "No, she is light."

Standing in the place closest to the sun for a while, Rong Xian turned and walked towards another downhill path.

She didn't go fast. When she met a patient midway, she would still diagnose and treat her.