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Fu Ziqi sat down beside the bed.

She didn't seem to have watched Yan Jiuxian fall asleep seriously.

She didn't think Yan Jiuxian looked familiar before, but now looking at her, the person in front of her has begun to overlap with Xiao Jiu in her memory.

When she died, Xiao Jiu was only 17 years old, youthful spirit, but still immature.

The 28-year-old Yan Jiuxian is very similar to the 17-year-old Xiao Jiu, but not quite.

Fu Ziqi sat quietly for a while, raised his hand, and touched his face, which was cold.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Ziqi spread Yan Jiuxian's hand, picked up the short knife next to him, pressed the blade on his palm, then put his own hand on it, and pressed it a little harder. The pain made her frown slightly, but only for a moment, Finally, he quickly drew out the dagger——

**
"Zhaoming!" Jiang Xuerong and Yan Jianlin came over, "I heard that Qiqi is here?"

Yan Zhaoming nodded, "It's inside."

Jiang Xuerong was about to push the door, Yan Zhaoming hurriedly said: "Wait!"

"What's wrong?" Jiang Xuerong was puzzled.

Yan Zhaoming explained, "Fu Ziqi is treating my uncle, so she won't be disturbed at this time."

"Cure?" Jiang Xuerong and Yan Jianlin looked at each other, and then said with hesitation, "Ziqi...does she know that Ah Xian is not sick?"

Yan Zhaoming was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered that he had never told Fu Ziqi that Yan Jiuxian was not sick, but a karmic backlash...

Jiang Xuerong also noticed it, and she sighed, "I'm afraid Ziqi will be disappointed."

Yan Zhaoming looked at the ground silently, "Wait a little longer. Maybe she has a solution."

But in fact, he was not sure.

Yan Jiuxian has been like this since he was born, and it has become more and more serious in the past year or so. The Yan family has found too many powerful people, but none of them can do anything about it.

Jiang Xuerong didn't have much strength, so she could only half lean on Yan Jianlin so as not to fall, Yan Jianlin was also worried about Zhang Jiaer, so she hugged her very carefully.

"Let's wait first. I heard Elder Tan said that Ms. Fu is very powerful, so let's not lose hope." Yan Jianlin persuaded reluctantly.

Jiang Xuerong closed her eyes and smiled wryly, "This boy, if he has a conscience, he should wake up quickly. He has provoked other girls, so it's possible that they should watch him be buried?"

This is a heavy word, but Jiang Xuerong's heart ached so badly that Yan Jianlin could only pat her on the shoulder comfortingly.

Yan Zhaoming looked away silently, vaguely remembering the time he accompanied Fu Zixi back to Fu's house to rescue Fu Yu.

Dugu Xing and the members of Fu's family were yelling at her to kill her. He guarded the door and guaranteed her a quiet environment for treatment. What excuse do you want to run with her.

But in the end, Fu Yu woke up.She cured.

He hoped that this time, too, would be a surprise.

This wait is two hours.

**
Rather than treating illnesses, Fu Ziqi was completing some kind of ritual.

When Yan Jiuxian opened his eyes, he saw Fu Ziqi's familiar face.

He trembled his eyelashes, his black and white eyes flashed with confusion for a moment, his bloodless lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't say anything.

Fu Ziqi lowered his head and bandaged his wound with gauze.

Yan Jiuxian noticed the red color of the gauze in her palm.

"Are you injured?" Probably because he hadn't spoken for too long, Yan Jiuxian's throat was extremely dry, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Fu Ziqi heard his voice, and the two met for a few seconds. Fu Ziqi deliberately looked away, "Are you willing to wake up?"

"You are hurt." Yan Jiuxianshe had to look at her and repeated it again.

Fu Ziqi got up and poured a glass of water, fed him a little, and moistened his throat.

"you--"

"That's enough, don't talk about it." Fu Zixi interrupted him angrily, "A little injury, I can't die!"

Yan Jiuxian's eyes moved slightly, "...you are angry."

Like a child who did something wrong, he looked soft for no reason.

Fu Ziqi asked him back, "What do you think?"

"You're back. Remember?"

"Yeah." Fu Ziqi was a little cold.

"Qiqi..."

"I just remembered, are you deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors?" Fu Zixi rolled his eyes and looked at him with arms folded.

Yan Jiuxian didn't speak.

Fu Ziqi was not in a good mood, "Yan Jiuxian, do you know you made a mistake?"

Yan Jiuxian looked at her seriously, "I know I was wrong."

"Then tell me, what's wrong?"

Yan Jiuxian stopped talking again.

Fu Zixi narrowed his eyes slightly.

After a while, Yan Jiuxian said, "I admit my mistake because I don't want you to be angry, but I don't think I'm wrong."

Good guy, it was nothing at first, but after hearing what he said, Fu Zixi felt that if he was not angry, he would not give this guy any face!
"You're right, do you think I still need to praise you? Huh?" Fu Ziqi smiled, but also smugly.

Fu Ziqi snorted coldly and stood up, "Let's go."

Then push the door out.

Yan Jiuxian wanted to call her to stop, but Fu Ziqi didn't hear her.

"Fu Ziqi, how is my little uncle?" Yan Zhaoming hurriedly asked when he saw her come out.

Fu Zixi said, "He's awake. His body is still very weak. Take good care of him these few days."

When Jiang Xuerong and Yan Jianlin heard this, they couldn't believe it, and they rushed in without even having time to ask more questions.

Fu Ziqi said to Yan Zhaoming, "I'll go first."

"You want to leave now?" Yan Zhaoming felt strange. The relationship between Fu Ziqi and his little uncle had just rescued him, so how could he leave?
Fu Zixi only said, "Don't ask, I have something else to do, just take care of Yan Jiuxian. That's right... Forget it, I'll ask later."

Yan Zhaoming was a little dazed, rubbed the back of his head, and went in to see his little uncle.

Jiang Xuerong was crying with her arms around Yan Jiuxian.

kept saying:

"You're awake!"

"You child, why don't you know how to cherish your body?"

"What do you want me to do? What do you want your father to do?"

Yan Jiuxian didn't know how to respond, so he could only let Jiang Xuerong hug her.

Seeing that Yan Jiuxian had really woken up, Yan Zhaoming breathed a sigh of relief, but soon he noticed the trembling gauze on the palm of Yan Jiuxian's palm, as well as several treasures of heaven and earth arranged around them in a regular manner, and felt a little Confuse.

After barely comforting Jiang Xuerong, Yan Jiuxian had the chance to ask, "Qiqi left?"

"Yeah." Yan Zhaoming nodded, "She's not mad at you, is she? Why don't you just leave?"

Yan Jianlin was wiping Jiang Xuerong's tears, and subconsciously looked at them when he heard the words.

Yan Jiuxian smiled bitterly, "It should be."

Yan Zhaoming frowned, "Could it be that she felt that you lied to her, so she was upset?"

"It's more serious than that."

"You were arguing with Qiqi?!" Jiang Xuerong couldn't believe it.

Yan Jiuxian pressed his forehead and picked up the phone beside him.