Rescuing the Beautiful and Strong yet Miserable Second Lead Character

The light was like a bean, Luo Han was standing in the room holding the light, and seeing Ling Qingxiao, who was on the bed with an awe-inspiring posture and concentrated on cultivating, felt quite troubled in his heart.

They didn't live in the same room before, but at that time they were either on the road or practicing. The two of them were sleeping in the cave, and they would go in and out at the same time. However, the difference between living in the same cave and living in the same house is not small.

With the candlelight shaking, Ling Qingxiao's face was half in the light and half immersed in the darkness, and a nice shadow cast on the bridge of her nose. He noticed that Luo Han was not moving, and slowly opened his eyes, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Luo Han bit his head and said, "There is only one bed in the room... Then what shall we do at night?"

Ling Qingxiao was obviously taken aback, and he didn't realize this problem until now.

The fairy world pays attention to privacy. Even parents and relatives care about the distance between each other. The rooms in the fairy world live alone by default. But the Middle Ages were different. The Middle Ages were in the clan age, where people from one family gathered together, and the clan consciousness was much higher than individual will. The family tends to live together, and the collective relationship is very close.

Therefore, even if there are three rooms in this courtyard, there is no partition in the middle. The bedding, dining table and other furniture are large and simple, which looks like a family standard. Ling Qingxiao had never shared space with anyone, so he didn't even realize that the two of them would be in the same room at night.

How to sleep is really a big problem.

The bed is wide enough to sleep four or five people side by side, and it is easy to place two people. But this is not a question of enough space on the bed at all, but...

The two of them are lone men and widows, unmarried men and women unmarried, living together in the same room late at night. How decent are they?

Luo Han stood in the hall holding the lamp, and Ling Qingxiao meditated and placed it on the floor. The two of them were silent for a while, and neither of them spoke. After a while, Ling Qingxiao stood up from the bed and said, "I want to practice at night, and I don't need to sleep."

For the immortals, eating and sleeping is no longer necessary, but immortals also have feelings, and they are also tired. Few immortals practice continuously like perpetual motion machines. The life of most immortals is the same as that of ordinary people. They do things in the daytime, rest at night, and find entertainment to pass the time in their free time.

Only Ling Qingxiao is the exception, he is the perpetual motion machine. Luo Han has been in the immortal world for a year and has seen many immortals before and after, but he is the only one who is so self-controlling as terribly as Ling Qingxiao.

Smart, focused and hardworking, his results have always beat everyone, and his stats and second place can draw a gap. Ling Qingxiao used to practice all night long before, but that was all when he was not injured and full of energy.

Luo Han reminded him roundaboutly: "You forgot, you still have to drink medicine at night? The leader said, the soup medicine twice a day, you can't cut corners. The first medicine was drunk late today, and it was prepared in the afternoon, but This pair can't be saved at night."

Luo Han's words are euphemistic, but the meaning is very clear. Ling Qingxiao must take medicine at night, and this prescription can help sleep after taking it.

In other words, it is an objective condition for Ling Qingxiao to rest in bed at night. Ling Qingxiao thought of this and was silent.

Seeing that he was not talking, Luo Han reminded him: "By the way, there are topical medicine. The topical medicine is applied twice a day, after you take the medicine, it works right after you fall asleep."

Ling Qingxiao was frequently stimulated. When he heard that he was going to apply medicine after he fell asleep, he blurted out: "No."

"What can't it?" Luo Han asked.

Nothing will work. Ling Qingxiao took a deep breath and said, "Thank you for the decoction of the medicine today, and I can come next. Can you please give me the prescription for the medicine?"

Luo Han frowned and said, "But you still have injuries..."

"I'm getting better." Although Ling Qingxiao's tone was weak, the accident was very determined. "Thank you."

Luo Han can only do what he wants. She gave him the prescription for pounding medicine that the leader explained, and she went outside to decoct the medicine. Ling Qingxiao asked him to decoct the medicine, but Luo Han unceremoniously pressed it back when he started talking.

What can I do for the injured patient who was in a coma after exhaustion this morning.

It takes a long time to decoct the medicine. When Luo Han came back with the medicine, Ling Qingxiao had already mashed the medicine and even changed his clothes.

This dress has a stand-up collar, waistband, and narrow sleeves. It is a white outfit. It is not more elegant than the previous wide-sleeved and deep-shirt, but it adds a lot of heroic and murderous aura. When Luo Han saw this suit, the first thing that came to his mind was that the suit was tight and had many buttons, which made it difficult to take off.

It's over, her brain has been contaminated with waste.

Luo Han quickly cleared out those weird thoughts, and asked casually: "How do you think of changing clothes?"

"During the battle, wearing long sleeves is too cumbersome."

"But you haven't applied the medicine yet. Now that you change your clothes, what should you do if you apply the medicine later?"

Ling Qingxiao lowered his head and coughed softly, leaving his eyes aside, and said, "I have already put the medicine on it."

Luo Han was surprised, and hurried to see the medicine jar. As expected, it was empty, and even the medicine pestle had been cleaned. Luo Han didn't know what to say for a while, she paused, and said: "The chief clearly said that you should drink the medicine first, and then apply the medicine."

"They are almost the same." Ling Qingxiao sat at the table and said righteously, "These two medicines are very close in time, and there should be no difference in the order of switching."

Luo Han paused for a long time, looking at Ling Qingxiao with a new look.

Ling Qingxiao was uncomfortable with this look. He clenched his fist and coughed on his lips, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Although Luo Han shook his head, his eyes were burning, as if he could see through people, "I just can't imagine, this kind of words actually came from your mouth."

A person with obsessive-compulsive disorder and detailed control, who has to study whether to walk with the left foot first or the right foot first, will one day be able to say that there is no difference between changing the order of taking medicine. Is this the Ling Qingxiao she knows?

Ling Qingxiao also felt embarrassed, but it was even more embarrassing for Luo Han to come and apply the medicine because of the effect of the medicine. In contrast, these small inaccuracies are nothing.

Luo Han let out a "tsk" and felt something unusual. But she didn't say anything, and quietly brought the medicine to the table and let Ling Qingxiao drink the medicine.

This time Luo Han did not take the medicine again. Although he only took one post, the effect of this medicine was immediate. Ling Qingxiao's spirit and energy were much better than in the morning. Although his complexion is still bad now, he is already pale after being injured, at least it is no longer like the morning, which often makes Luo Han worry that he will fall asleep completely.

Ling Qingxiao scooped the concoction with a spoon. Luo Han watched him drink the medicine and chatted by the way: "You can rest in bed later, and I will practice tonight. Not only tonight, but also the rest of the day."

Ling Qingxiao had just picked up the spoon with her fingers, and when she heard this, she put it back in the bowl, and looked at Luo Han in surprise: "Why?"

"There is no why." Luo Han whispered, "I want to become strong as soon as possible."

Ling Qingxiao's expression was slightly stern, and even the expression in her eyes changed: "What's the matter?"

Did she encounter anything outside?

"Nothing, don't think about it." Luo Han was afraid of his misunderstanding, and said quickly, "I just want to become stronger by myself, and I don't want to hurt you anymore."

No one can deny that Ling Qingxiao's strength is very strong, and his combat effectiveness is almost without shortcomings. However, strangely, he is always injured. It is obvious that Luo Han is the weaker in all aspects of the two.

When Ling Qingxiao heard these words, the expression on her face was startled. Luo Han didn't say anything when he saw him, and asked, "What's the matter? You don't believe I can do it?"

Ling Qingxiao returned to his senses, shook his head and said, "No."

He didn't know why he gave birth to a kind of inexplicable melancholy, as if something was leaving him. Ling Qingxiao sighed, "The child has grown up."

child? Luo Han was extremely uncomfortable hearing this description. She snorted and made no secret of her unhappiness: "You think I am young, but you have to respect my mind. I am an adult."

"Okay, I was wrong." Ling Qingxiao admitted her mistake and had a good attitude, and immediately changed her words. Although he said that, he didn't actually have much sense of reality in his heart. After all, for a person who lived a thousand years old, it didn't make any difference whether Luo Han was eighteen or nineteen.

Ling Qingxiao had lost something. In the past, Luo Han changed the law to be lazy. She didn't need to work, but she had to be forced by others before she was willing to work hard. In the blink of an eye, she changed, becoming proactive and sensible, as if she no longer needed other people's supervision.

Ling Qingxiao should have felt relieved, but for some reason, a subtle sense of displeasure developed in his heart.

Ling Qingxiao didn't move for a long time after she finished speaking. Luo Han saw that the medicine soup was about to cool, and whispered to him to remind him: "Drink the medicine first, the effect will not be good when the medicine is cold."

Ling Qingxiao returned to his senses, put down the spoon, raised the bowl and drank the concoction in one go. The effect of the drug came on very quickly, and Ling Qingxiao felt the dizzy sensation again, everything in front of him seemed to be floating, Luo Han's face was reflected in the lights, especially not real.

Maybe Luo Han didn't know, he actually hated the feeling of being completely out of control.

Seeing that his eyes were gradually getting wrong, Luo Han knew that the effect of the medicine had begun, got up and helped him to lie back on the bed. After Luo Han put him in place, he just moved and his wrist was suddenly grasped by a cold hand.

Luo Han was taken aback by his sudden attack. He is now unconscious and unable to control himself well. Instead, his emotional reaction is real. The strength on his fingers was not small, Luo Han couldn't pull his wrist out, so he could only sigh slightly and said, "I'm not going, I'm just going to get you a thin blanket."

Ling Qingxiao's strength still didn't let go, Luo Han gave up, sat back to his original position, and whispered: "Don't worry, I won't leave. I will always guard you."

Ling Qingxiao seemed to finally feel relieved, she could no longer match the effect of the medicine, and gradually fell asleep. Even people who are beaten with iron are vulnerable when they are sick. Besides, in Ling Qingxiao's heart, she was actually very afraid of being abandoned.

Luo Han sighed. The original family and childhood experience are the shadow that a person can’t get rid of all his life. The childhood he was replaced, his father who always ignored him, and two mothers who both loved the other child, really brought indelible things to Ling Qingxiao. shadow.

Luo Han even felt that Ling Qingxiao became the kind of stubborn, indifferent and unfeeling appearance in the future, and Su Yifang and Bai Lingluan also contributed a lot.

Luo Han had planned to wait until Ling Qingxiao fell asleep before taking out her hand, but she really underestimated the vigilance of a dragon clan. With a slight movement of Luo Han, Ling Qingxiao's fingers tightened instinctively. In the end, Luo Han couldn't pull out his wrist, so he could only use this position to call up the heavenly panel in the bracelet.

No matter how loud the slogan is, the journey of a thousand miles must start from the first step.

Luo Han knew that spiritual power was only a means for her to protect herself temporarily, and she had never cultivated spiritual power and spells. Her real power is the law, but the two words of law are simple to say, but in fact they are extremely mysterious and unpredictable. For Luo Han now, time and space are just a general concept.

She didn't know the principle, she didn't know the principle of time and space change, and she could only try to find the law backwards based on the existing phenomenon. But thinking about it, I know that this is not the right way at all. What she is doing now is no different from elementary school students learning quantum mechanics through the pheasant tutorial on the Internet.

Oh no, she doesn't even have a pheasant tutorial, she guesses all by herself.

As the saying goes, the master leads the door and the practice is up to the individual, but whether anyone leads the way and who is the person who leads the way can almost determine the upper limit of the practice.

Luo Han really couldn't guess why, so he could only hope that the novice tutorials prepared for her by his parents. Luo Han's Heavenly Dao panel is actually just a novice tutorial prepared by her parents to get her accustomed to the Heavenly Dao ability. When Luo Han opened the panel, he noticed that the time had changed at first glance.

The time in the panel turned into the Middle Ages. She tried to retrieve things from the Apocalypse Era, and as expected, it had completely disappeared.

Time is like a river, you can only go forward without looking back. The past cannot be changed, and the future is unforeseeable. Even Luo Han cannot see the future world.

In other words, after they disappeared, she had no way of knowing what would happen to the Apocalypse Era.

It's useless to think about it now. The most urgent thing is to improve the strength first. When her strength becomes stronger, she doesn't have to worry about what happens to the heavenly palace, the demon clan, and the hero.

Luo Han didn't care about the Apocalypse Era anymore, instead he called up the search interface and devoutly laid down the "How to Practice Rules".

The results came out very few, Luo Han clicked on the one that looked most like a tutorial, and found that the words were unclear. The tutorial also doesn't know what the rules are, just say that after a long time, it will happen slowly.

Look, is this what people say?

In fact, we can't blame Luo Han's parents, that is, the way of heaven in another world. Because Tian’s age cannot be calculated, for Tiandao, he really lived a long time, and slowly realized the power of heaven and earth, the origin of the world. But what do you ask him to say is the law, he can't say it clearly.

Luo Han clicked in a circle, and as expected, there was no help in the Heavenly Dao panel. It seems that you still have to find a master to learn divine power systematically and comprehensively.

If in the Apocalypse, Luo Han probably has nothing to do, because the last ancient **** in the world has also died out, and only Luo Han is left in God's Domain. Who can she ask if she just wants to ask? But in the Middle Ages, perhaps, she can try.

Luo Han unexpectedly remembered that she saw Nu Wa flying through the sky in the woods this morning. Nuwa is alive, and there must be many gods in the outside world.

Luo Han went out to find other gods' thoughts in her heart, but she looked at the person who was sleeping peacefully in front of her, and temporarily suppressed this thought. Ling Qingxiao is still recovering from his injuries, and everything will be discussed after he recovers.

Luo Han watched for a while, and the sleepiness gradually swept over him. After all, she was not a fairy clan who had been used to meditating since she was a child, nor did she have the willpower like Ling Qingxiao's steel. In fact, her living habits were closer to that of mortals.

Luo Han has been accustomed to eight hours of sleep for nineteen years, and now he is almost ugly. How can he not be sleepy?

Luo Han headed little by little, and finally fell to the side of the bed with a bang and fell asleep completely. Her head happened to fall on Ling Qingxiao's hand. Ling Qingxiao woke up from the groggy darkness, his fingers moved, just touching some furry touch.

Ling Qingxiao supported her body and lowered her head, and found that Luo Han was leaning against him, already asleep. Only then did Ling Qingxiao notice that he had been holding Luo Han's wrist.

It's no wonder that I fell asleep by leaning here, it turned out to be blamed on him.

Ling Qingxiao carefully let go of her hand and removed her palm from her side. After regaining her freedom, Ling Qingxiao moved her stiff wrist, her figure suddenly fell to the ground, not even the fine dust on the ground was disturbed.

Luo Han seemed to be asleep, but this posture was uncomfortable, even in his sleep, his eyebrows were slightly twisted. Ling Qingxiao gently picked up Luo Han, put her on the bed, and pulled a thin blanket from the side to cover her.

When Ling Qingxiao leaned over and pulled the blanket, he lowered his head and saw Luo Han's sleeping face unsuspectingly presented in front of him. She closed her eyes, her skin was white, her neck was long, and she was lying on the bed innocent and harmless, looking unguarded.

Ling Qingxiao sighed silently, she was too heartbroken. Is she so defenseless, falling asleep in front of another man?

In fact, Ling Qingxiao sometimes feels strange. In Luo Han's heart, what does she think of him? Teacher, friend, or father and brother?

Ling Qingxiao gently covered Luo Han with the blanket, and she seemed to finally adjust to a comfortable position, her brows quickly unfurled, and she fell into a dream.

A slight smile appeared on Ling Qingxiao's lips.

He put Luo Han away and went outside to practice. In fact, no one else in the yard was watching. Even if they had to live together briefly due to the situation, no one else would know after they left here. But because others don't know, it doesn't mean he can do it.

The difference between men and women should not be abrupt.

Ling Qingxiao meditated in the yard, and the moonlight shone on him, giving a hazy white light. His nature is cold, and the cold environment is more conducive to his cultivation. Moonlight, water, and glaciers are all in this list. The moonlight contains the essence of the moon, which is the essence of the natural sun and moon, which is of great help to the cultivator, especially to him.

In the Middle Ages, the moon was closer to the ground, and the energy in the moonlight became more abundant, far higher than the Apocalypse. Moreover, the Middle Ages is indeed the era of the explosion of species, the aura is extremely rich and pure, and one day of cultivation here is comparable to the five days he had practiced before.

In other words, with the same time and energy, his cultivation base will grow five times faster than before.

How could Ling Qingxiao let it go? His injuries are not healed, especially internal injuries, and every time he runs the spirit gas, he will feel a dull pain. But compared to his improved cultivation base, this bit of pain is really not mentioned.

Luo Han was awakened by the cock. It was a bit cold outside today. Luo Han pulled the quilt and vaguely heard a crowing sound not far away. Luo Han wondered what era is this, why would anyone raise chickens? She rolled over, knocked on the edge of the bed when her hands dropped, and awakened her all at once.

She remembered that she was not in the modern era, nor in the Tiangong, but during the chaotic war of the Middle Ages. The lifestyle in the Middle Ages was still very simple, and every household raised chickens to report the news.

Luo Han opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was a low, unpretentious bed with screens on the wooden windows, the light outside was dim, and the voice was pattering.

It's raining.

She was lying on the bed, and Ling Qingxiao was gone. Luo Han was taken aback and sat up hurriedly. Just as she made a sound here, there was a noise outside the door.

Ling Qingxiao pushed the door and walked in. Following his movements, a moist and cool wind swept into the house, bringing the cool scent of a rainy day. Ling Qingxiao saw Luo Han still in bed, stopped at the door, and did not continue to walk in: "You are awake."

Luo Han sat up and moved his bones slightly: "Why am I here?"

Shouldn't she guard Ling Qingxiao? Why did the two of them switch positions so that she was lying on the bed, and Ling Qingxiao was waiting for her

Ling Qingxiao said: "You fell asleep last night. I was afraid that you would be uncomfortable when you fell asleep, so I put you on the bed."

Luo Han sighed, she was still asleep. It's really hard to practice all night.

If only Luo Han is alone, Luo Han must stay in bed for a while. Laying in bed on a rainy day is a thing full of happiness, but there is still Ling Qingxiao in the courtyard...just forget it.

Luo Han got out of bed at an unprecedented speed. Ling Qingxiao had already avoided it. After finishing her appearance and hair in the room, she opened the door. The rain dripped outside the door, and water drops fell from the eaves like broken silver beads. Everything is clouded by rain, and the green hills in the distance are blurred behind the rain, like an ink painting.

The idyllic mountain village in the rain, the air is incredible, staying here, even the heart seems to become quiet. Luo Han was worried about Ling Qingxiao's injury, and he would go to decocting medicine as soon as he woke up. Ling Qingxiao stopped her and said, "It's raining outside."

"If it rains, you have to boil medicine." Luo Han insisted on this, "twice sooner or later, don't neglect."

Ling Qingxiao looked up at the sky, and suddenly said, "Give me the medicine furnace."

Luo Han thought what he was going to do, and finally saw him holding the stone pot of decocting medicine, looking left and right. Luo Han raised his heart and carefully verified: "Is there anything wrong with the pot?"

"No." Ling Qingxiao's expression was flat and she said something that didn't match his expression at all. "The first time I saw Kun Lingbi entity, I couldn't help but look more."

Luo Han looked at the plain and unpretentious stone pot and asked, "Could it be that this is also some kind of precious stone?"

"Yes. Kun Lingbi can only be formed when it has accumulated tens of thousands of years in a place with strong aura and the soil contains medicinal effects. It is a natural medicine to nourish the medicine. If you get a piece, it will be buried in the land of the medicine field, the whole field of elixir Everyone will be a higher grade." Ling Qingxiao said, sighing lowly, "Unexpectedly, it can be directly used as a medicine furnace. No wonder the medicine was so good yesterday."

Not only is the elixir good, the stone pot for decocting the medicine is not to be underestimated.

Luo Han was in awe of the seemingly dilapidated courtyard in front of him. An ordinary medicine furnace is a priceless treasure. How many things are still antiques here?

Does she count as if she was born in Baoshan without knowing it?