(Anti-theft chapter, replaced at 9:30 in the morning)

"Well, if you can practice normally, you should become a water craft person in the future." Li Zhao squatted on the ground and twisted his clothes in the wooden basin. "This is the first time I have seen a practitioner as good as affinity with water."

Yeah?

Li Ji was a little stunned. He watched Li Zhao start cleaning clothes in the wooden basin. His ears turned red, and he wrapped in a quilt and wanted to climb down, "That...that I'll do it myself..."

In the broken yard, the old lady who took care of him would clean his clothes at first, but after he was eight years old, he would only throw some soap seeds to him. He would keep dirty if he didn't wash himself. Over time, he became accustomed to relying on everything.

"Don't move, your injuries have not healed yet." Li Zhao turned around, not knowing what she had done. A warm current blew by, and he lay back on the bed again, holding the bowl in his hand.

"Drink the medicine and lie down," she said calmly, picking up the tub and walking out of the house, but retreating the next moment, and speaking helplessly, "This room is too cold for you. If I don't stay here, you may freeze to death."

Only then did Li Ji realize that since Li Zhao came in, the snow-hole-like house was not cold anymore.

"Are you a fire wizard?"

Li Ji had a guess in his mind.

Li Zhao's body seemed to be constantly emitting warm currents.

"Well," Li Zhao nodded, and she looked at a sword hanging beside the bed. "I originally wanted you to sleep with the sword in my arms, but this sword is too hot for you."

Li Ji opened his eyes wide and looked at the sword at the head of the bed. Although his feet were cold, his upper body was not cold. It turned out that it was the credit of the sword at the head of the bed.

He obediently drank the medicine in the bowl, and felt a warm current flow down his lower abdomen, his whole body was warm.

"This medicine..."

He also read medical books in the broken hospital. Although he rarely got sick, he immediately discovered that the medicine was extremely extraordinary.

He touched the wound on his body, and almost all the wounds on his hands and feet had healed, and the whip that was pulled out of his back seemed to hurt.

"The healing of the wound on your body is not the result of this medicine," Li Zhao said with a complicated expression when he noticed his movements, "In less than an hour, the wound on your body began to heal."

"Is that true?" Li Ji was not surprised. His wounds healed very quickly since childhood. His back, which had been hurt by the man in black, had not healed for a long time. He thought there was something wrong with his body.

"Then the whip on my back..." Li Ji touched his back. His fetal hair had not been cut since he was a child, but the whip in black that not only slashed his long hair, but also left a scar that was almost visible to the bone.

The whip hurt has been tormenting him these days when he was trapped in the carriage.

"That is the whip mark left by the magic weapon of the heavenly level practitioner," said Li Zhao. "If you want to heal, you usually need the antidote provided by the master of the magic weapon, or..."

The girl squatting by the wooden basin suddenly stood up.

"Or what?" Li Ji suddenly became nervous.

Li Zhao looked at him with a complicated expression.

The girl looked at him with clear eyes, as if she was making a choice. The next moment, she spoke softly.

"Or you are no longer you."

...

...

What does this sentence mean? "Well, if you can practice normally, you should become a water craft person in the future." Li Zhao squatted on the ground and twisted his clothes in the wooden basin. "This is the first time I have seen a practitioner as good as affinity with water."

Yeah?

Li Ji was a little stunned. He watched Li Zhao start cleaning clothes in the wooden basin. His ears turned red, and he wrapped in a quilt and wanted to climb down, "That...that I'll do it myself..."

In the broken yard, the old lady who took care of him would clean his clothes at first, but after he was eight years old, he would only throw some soap seeds to him. He would keep dirty if he didn't wash himself. Over time, he became accustomed to relying on everything.

"Don't move, your injuries have not healed yet." Li Zhao turned around, not knowing what she had done. A warm current blew by, and he lay back on the bed again, holding the bowl in his hand.

"Drink the medicine and lie down," she said calmly, picking up the tub and walking out of the house, but retreating the next moment, and speaking helplessly, "This room is too cold for you. If I don't stay here, you may freeze to death."

Only then did Li Ji realize that since Li Zhao came in, the snow-hole-like house was not cold anymore.

"Are you a fire wizard?"

Li Ji had a guess in his mind.

Li Zhao's body seemed to be constantly emitting warm currents.

"Well," Li Zhao nodded, and she looked at a sword hanging beside the bed. "I originally wanted you to sleep with the sword in my arms, but this sword is too hot for you."

Li Ji opened his eyes wide and looked at the sword at the head of the bed. Although his feet were cold, his upper body was not cold. It turned out that it was the credit of the sword at the head of the bed.

He obediently drank the medicine in the bowl, and felt a warm current flow down his lower abdomen, his whole body was warm.

"This medicine..."

He also read medical books in the broken hospital. Although he rarely got sick, he immediately discovered that the medicine was extremely extraordinary.

He touched the wound on his body, and almost all the wounds on his hands and feet had healed, and the whip that was pulled out of his back seemed to hurt.

"The healing of the wound on your body is not the result of this medicine," Li Zhao said with a complicated expression when he noticed his movements, "In less than an hour, the wound on your body began to heal."

"Is that true?" Li Ji was not surprised. His wounds healed very quickly since childhood. His back, which had been hurt by the man in black, had not healed for a long time. He thought there was something wrong with his body.

"Then the whip on my back..." Li Ji touched his back. His fetal hair had not been cut since he was a child, but the whip in black that not only slashed his long hair, but also left a scar that was almost visible to the bone.

The whip hurt has been tormenting him these days when he was trapped in the carriage.

"That is the whip mark left by the magic weapon of the heavenly level practitioner," said Li Zhao. "If you want to heal, you usually need the antidote provided by the master of the magic weapon, or..."

The girl squatting by the wooden basin suddenly stood up.

"Or what?" Li Ji suddenly became nervous.

Li Zhao looked at him with a complicated expression.

The girl looked at him with clear eyes, as if she was making a choice. The next moment, she spoke softly.

"Or you are no longer you."

...

...

What does this sentence mean?

Li Ji didn't understand.

The girl he picked up suddenly appeared in front of him, like a mystery that trapped his heart.

Who is she?

Why do you live alone in the deep mountains and forests?

After drinking the medicine given to him by Li Zhao, Li Ji fell asleep again in a drowsy manner until the familiar severe pain hit him again in his sleep.

The courtyard was covered with clouds and fog for many years, and the light was dim, but when the severe pain came, Li Ji knew clearly that it was dawn.

It's time to come.

This time the pain was much more severe than before. Cold sweat fell from his forehead, and he bit the corner of the quilt tightly without saying a word.

Because he still remembers that he is in someone else's house now.

Li Zhao sat on the ground, leaning against the foot of the bed and sleeping with his eyes closed.

I don’t know when she fell asleep yesterday, but it seemed that she had prepared herbs very late.

He didn't want to wake him up.

But the severe pain seemed to rise from the bone marrow, trying to burst him out. Li Ji watched the blue veins on the back of his hand, and he was so painful that he wanted to roll on the bed.

Hold on, hold on, it will be fine if the hour is coming.

He said this to himself desperately, his vision in front of him was soaked with cold sweat, the smell of blood came from his teeth, and a low and dumb scream of pain came from his throat. He suddenly pinched his throat, but at this moment, a warm hand covered his forehead.

"If it hurts, just scream."

Li Ji didn't understand.
Chapter completed!