Today I just want to post with the little junior sister who is passing by.

Chapter 59 "I feel like he is holding his chest, as if his chest hurts." (2025 words)
  In Jiang Qiao's sight, besides Mu Chenyuan, there was also the clear light projected from the sky.

It turned out that the weather was so good that day, it was sunny and snowing.

Mu Chenyuan's head was obscured by the dazzling sunlight. Jiang Qiao couldn't see clearly the expression on Mu Chenyuan's face, but it was probably an undertone of worry.

Jiang Qiao's back collided violently with the snow, and the pain caused was naturally indescribable, but this was nothing compared to the pain of death after reincarnation.

His moist eyes couldn't hold so many tears. He didn't want to cry.

It was just that many tears were squeezed out of my eyes as I closed my eyes.

He tried to move his fingers, thinking that, nailed to a flat surface, the butterfly that was about to be made into a specimen would still try to flap its wings again before dying.

"Jiang Qiao...Jiang Qiao..."

The shouts of the people around me seemed to come from afar.

I wanted to answer, but I couldn't answer at all. My throat was like an erhu string without rosin. The strings resonated hoarsely with the piano case, and I couldn't utter a complete syllable.

Soon, he lost consciousness.

……

In the medicine valley.

"There's nothing wrong with him. His pulse and spiritual power are both calm."

"But he did faint in the snow just now, but it's okay."

"Have a rest here and there won't be any problems."

"Elder, I still want to ask again, is it really okay? I feel that he is really uncomfortable.

"I felt like he was holding his chest, as if it hurt."

"Ah? Are you talking about the chest? I just looked at the chest. He had a wound on his chest before. It was really strange. The scar on it looked like he had been stabbed many times. It was very deep. There was a strange wound on his chest. There are swirling scars, but when I checked my pulse, there was no sign of injury to my heart pulse.”

Elder Yaogu touched his gray beard while talking, "You are his Taoist companion, haven't you noticed? How about I show you whether he has any old wounds?" Heal."

Mu Chenyuan waved her hands quickly, "I, I, am not his Taoist companion."

"Hey, in short, he has no injuries. Maybe he was frightened. He can just recuperate here first."

"well."

Mu Chenyuan tucked Jiang Qiao's quilt away. She found that Jiang Qiao's eyebrows seemed to be always twisted together in his sleep, never relaxing.

Is there anything sad in the dream?

Mu Chenyuan's stomach was already growling a little, and she would become drowsy once she didn't eat.

But she still wanted to wait until Jiang Qiao woke up. If Jiang Qiao woke up and felt uncomfortable, she could ask the elder to check on Jiang Qiao again.

She found a small bench, buried her head on Jiang Qiao's bed and began to sleep.

Sleeping on his stomach, Mu Chenyuan also changed several positions.

The elder said that Jiang Qiao had a swirl-like scar on her chest and she couldn't sleep at all. How on earth was that scar caused?

She changed several positions, and finally raised her head and looked at Jiang Qiao.

"Cold, so cold." Jiang Qiao's quilt became uneven as Jiang Qiao's body curled up, and the quilt surface rolled out into ravines. Finally, the ravines became the shape of a whirlpool.

"Cold?" Mu Chenyuan heard Jiang Qiao's voice, and she put her ear next to Jiang Qiao and listened carefully.

Mu Chenyuan was afraid that she heard wrongly, so she put her ear close to Jiang Qiao and listened carefully.

"cold……"

Mu Chenyuan used fire techniques to surround Jiang Qiao in a circle.

"Cold." Mu Chenyuan found that the fire method was of little use to Jiang Qiao, but too strong a fire method was not good for the body.

Fortunately, there was no one on the other beds in the sanatorium. Mu Chenyuan took a quilt from the bed next door and covered Jiang Qiao's quilt.

Afraid that Jiangqiao would still be cold, they covered it with another layer.

Eventually, three layers of quilts were added, for a total of four layers.

Mu Chenyuan then closed her eyes with satisfaction.

……

Jiang Qiao gradually regained consciousness. He wanted to turn over, but found that it was difficult for him to even turn over. It was as if his body was bound by something heavy. When he opened his eyes, he found that there were four quilts pressing on him.

?

There was a melting warmth surrounding him, and the aura of spiritual power gradually disappeared, but he could feel that it should be the fire spell that Mu Chenyuan had applied to him.

However, the fire technique has gradually disappeared now. Jiang Qiao turned to look at Mu Chenyuan sleeping beside his bed and sighed.

How peacefully Mu Chenyuan sleeps now proves how cruel the plots Jiang Qiao experienced in the past were.

If he wanted to keep such a sleeping look forever, he must not forget important things. He immediately sent a letter to Jiang Dong. After all, Yu Qionglu was the key to breaking the situation.

He stood up and faced the paper window, through which some light came dimly.

Although this game world has given itself countless deaths, there is still light in the cracks.

There is no absolute airtightness in this world.

He would definitely be able to catch the light this time, right? No matter how weak the light was, when Jiang Qiao stretched out his hand, the light would make his nails reflect.

There are places where you cannot feel the light and are filled with darkness, but if there is darkness, there must also be light.

Jiang Qiao knew the desire in his heart. After all this was resolved, he wanted to dance the phoenix dance.

Not because of rewards or any other external reasons, just because I want to dance.

Just like flying with a sword can bring you pleasure, so can dancing. He wanted to dance with Mu Chenyuan, and only Mu Chenyuan.

He wanted to dance, dance with everything free, wanted to dance with her.

At this moment, footsteps came from far behind.

"Ah, you're awake. The bed number 3 recorded in the sanatorium is that you are the disciple of Zhai Xingya, Jiang Qiao, right?"

Jiang Qiao heard the familiar conversation again.

He turned back calmly. Wen Yu, who had put on a ferocious smile not long ago, was now very restrained and even gave Jiang Qiao a cultivated smile.

It seemed that the ferociousness in the previous round had nothing to do with Wen Yu in front of him.

Wenyu can hide, and Jiang Qiao will naturally do the same.

Jiang Qiao smiled at Wen Yu and replied, "Yes, I am Jiang Qiao."

Jiang Qiao couldn't help but hate him when he heard Wen Yu's familiar voice that could easily make him fall into painful memories.

But after a brief moment of gritting his teeth, he wanted to laugh from the bottom of his heart.

He knew that after all this was over, what was waiting for him would be joy, even if it was fleeting, even if it still had to be interrupted by the plot of this damn game.

Jiang Qiao still wanted to laugh, and he wanted to laugh more unrestrainedly, more naturally, and more calmly than Wenyu.

[System prompt: #his smile is so beautiful, is he really happy to see me from the bottom of his heart#, Wenyu (Wu Bieyu) favorability +1]

Jiang Qiao's face seemed to be reddened by the sun, "I recognize you, Senior Sister Wenyu, right?"

(End of this chapter)