In a room similar to the ward just now, Helan opened his eyes weakly, and Ningning was dozing off beside it.

Although she said she wanted to take care of Helan, she actually forgot that she was injured, and for some reason, after she finished the beating today, she always felt exhausted, and the delicious roasted bananas could not be saved, so she started snoring on the sofa.

The people in the room, Yi Ruchang, Mo Li and Ningning, were all sleeping in the bed, and Wang Shixu was guarding Yi Ruchang.

"You didn't sleep."

With his back to Helan, Wang Shixu used a statement.

Helan did not object.

The gloomy sky is neither sunny nor rainy, and I can’t see tomorrow’s weather, I just feel depressed.

It wasn't that Wang Shixu didn't let it sleep on the bed, there was clearly a bed in the room, but because just now, when his hand wanted to help it, he actually found that his hand was passing through its body.

He didn't dare to say it, he could only lower his voice and endure the emotions in his tone.

After thinking about it, he deliberately gave a question, which also broke the a little suffocating dullness. He turned his body sideways and looked at Helan and said, "What's wrong with that man in black? Why does everything seem to have not happened? They can't see the water?"

Helan has always looked straight ahead coldly, so Wang Shixu looked at it for a while before he realized that it seemed to think seriously, and then said: "My master once told me that people in this world cannot accept our existence, so they all have to know one thing, that is, to rationalize the battle occasions. It can be said that after their magic power is emitted, people around him will rationalize what they see themselves. Those can be said to be the power of the water god."

"You mean, people who have seen these may be different in their memory?"

"I'm not them, so I don't know if it's true. But that's how Master teaches."

Wang Shixu immediately understood Helan's meaning.

Although he had been in contact with monks for a very short time, he was able to look at it from an outsider's perspective. In his opinion, after all, people like the mountain gods and water gods must be unique. Some of them definitely care about how they appear in people's sight.

But after all, after so many years, they can safely travel through history for so many years without being surrounded or noticed. They must have their own methods.

Now it seems that this method is actually very scientific.

Wang Shixu thought carefully, supported his chin, and leaned against Yi Ruchang's bed.

Wang Puyan had been worried about the examination of the doctors who had been sent to the hospital, but Helan asked Wang Shixu to stop the doctor and first pushed out everyone. The party Wang Shixu personally invited the two very famous clinicians out, and then turned around and saw that Helan had already weakly attached to Yi Ruchang's side.

A strange feeling arose in his heart.

"Helan..."

I saw a small white-haired boy possessing himself gently, gently pressing his little face against his usual chest, and then it began to breathe slowly and for a long time.

Every time he exhaled, his breath was sent into his chest, one mouthful, one mouthful.

Although he could not see the change in magic power, Wang Shixu could see that Yi Ruchang's wounds were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, his face had begun to slowly gain blood.

"Helan, what's going on..."

Wang Shixu instinctively felt that Helan's actions would inevitably arouse Mr. Yi's opposition, and he had to stop him in advance. But Helan did not answer it for the time being.

Its ears moved, as if it was listening to some sound. Is it easy to behave in the heart? Wang Shixu guessed.

At this time, Ningning, who was on the other bed, seemed to feel something. She opened her eyes slightly and felt pain all over her body. She bent slightly into the shape of a shrimp.

In her ear not far away, He Lan heard a long and pleasant voice that seemed to be singing, and she seemed to be sighing lightly.

He said: "Master said that since we monks began to practice the truth, their blood has become different from the blood of ordinary people. Sometimes, the blood in others' bodies is drained, and it is not as useful as a drop of our blood.

As usual, what he hurts is his heart and blood, which is the spirit itself. Only other spirits can be used to supplement it."

It became slower and slower, almost to the point where it was about to stop word by word. The breathing became longer and longer, and difficult.

Ningning turned her head away, and tears slowly blurred her face, but she seemed to be afraid to be discovered and did not move.

But her trembling back could not hide her emotions.

How envious of Mo Li and Yi Ruchang at this time, they could fall asleep without seeing such a scene. She is still a child and laughing foolishly every day does not mean she really has no heart.

"If Master sees me like this, he will definitely praise me, treat others sincerely..."

He Lan said this and actually showed a smile, warm, like the sunshine in winter.

No.

The little girl covered her little face tremblingly.

This was the first time that Wang Shixu saw fragile emotions from this little devil. Her unbearableness and her trembling seemed to slap Wang Shixu in the face. Perhaps it was because the slap was too painful, so Wang Shixu lowered his head and felt the trembling of his fingers and the tears that were blocked by him in his eyes and refused to shed.

This room is all weak and dying. As an ordinary person, Wang Shixu was sincere and for the first time in modern life, he felt something called "soldiers and chaos".

Today, he really experienced too much. He rubbed his forehead and needed to digest it.

In this way, until dark, everyone was quiet.

Maybe I was too tired and easily dreamed during this short rest period.

The content of the dream is not new, after all, that is his past. The young man from Chicken Pot only felt extremely familiar and sighed. This time the dream was slightly different, after all, it was not as painful as before. How to say it, today's dream is like a pictorial.

In the dream, a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes meditated on a big stone in a spirit. Not far away, a girl was walking back from the river. Although she was usually careless, she blushed at this moment, looking at the flowers in her hand and laughing foolishly, completely interpreting the charm of a girl in her spring.

The young man on hand only opened one eye and glanced at the boy on the grass and the big yawning he beat. The young man raised his mouth, picked up his shoes and threw them over, and laughed and scolded "lazy guy".

The boy flexibly avoided: "Don't have eaten, it's so wasteful to meditate and digest it."

The sun shone on the three of them, and the boy patted his stomach, as if showing off how full he had eaten just now.

"Rabbit, so cute, hey, this cumin... hiccup... need to put more."

The girl by the river came back with Huaer. When she heard him say this, she jumped up and beat him up: "You dare to say that I caught Xiao Huihui, you..."

"Take it down, who just snatched Xiao Huihui's fat and tender thighs from me!" The boy glanced at her and immediately exposed her words. The girl blushed immediately, and was excited, and even punched and kicked her.

Seeing that they were making such a "happy" noise, the young man sitting on the big rock grinned and clapped with greater satisfaction.

The Yiru in the dream is invisible. In the darkness in the ward, the oak floats out and returns to the altar of mountains and seas.

Immediately, the warm picture in the dream came to an abrupt end and turned into darkness.

His face, which was originally smiling as usual, suddenly became cold, and his voice was also cold.
Chapter completed!