All the plots are carefully created by him, so there will naturally be no surprises.
"Don't worry, fourth brother. If the person who wrote the script dares to write anything indiscriminately, I will definitely catch him and beat him up! Normally, if you write like this, you will definitely be scolded to death."
Su Xiaolu patted her chest and assured that according to the plot, this is a very sweet fairy tale novel, in which a man chases a woman, the woman loses her memory, the man loves her deeply, and the process of chasing his wife is repeated again.
The ending must be good in the end. If it didn't turn out well, I would be surprised if I dared to go out.
Su Xiaolu found out that Zhou Zhi was curious about the plot, so she started talking about it every day.
Half a month later, Zhou Zhi's mental state dropped sharply, and he could only eat when he listened to what she said.
In order for him to eat two more bites, Su Xiaolu also put a lot of effort into storytelling.
Zhou Zhiqing had lost a lot of weight and looked lazy. Su Xiaolu felt that he was exactly the same as the Immortal in the Storybook. His somewhat morbid appearance did not detract from him at all, but made him even more attractive.
Su Xiaolu asked in a low voice: "Fourth brother, do you want to know who the wife of the Immortal Lord is?"
Zhou Zhi raised his eyelids: "I wonder, will you tell me?"
Su Xiaolu nodded: "After you finish this bowl of soup, I will tell you some information, but you have to guess by yourself."
Su Xiaolu fed it, and Zhou Zhi drank slowly.
He endured the discomfort in his stomach and swallowed slowly. He thought that the pain of detoxification could not be greater than this, and every day's medicinal bath would overturn his feelings.
He didn't know what kind of medicine Su Xiaolu had given him. The toxins in his body would retreat through his hair, but at the same time, he was also in pain.
No wonder Su Xiaolu hopes that he can gain weight. Long-term detoxification requires fat to resist.
He has no fat, but he has Su Xiaolu.
Although it was uncomfortable to drink a bowl of soup that was light and without any oil or water, he could hold back from spitting it out.
Su Xiaolu smiled: "Where did I talk yesterday? There were three suspicious women around the Immortal Lord, right? When the Immortal Lord was suffering from poisonous hair and needed care, the three of them came to take care of the Immortal Lord separately, and they behaved very well.
It’s suspicious, I haven’t read the rest yet, I’ll tell you when I do.”
She also drank today's decoction, what else could she say?
Save it for tomorrow.
Zhou Zhi had a smile on his face, a little helpless: "Okay, I'll wait tomorrow."
Su Xiaolu took the injection, yawned and stood up: "Good night, fourth brother, I'm going to bed first."
She was already sleepy. She had already finished reading the basic fairy tale book. There were not many plots about the Immortal Lord's amnesiac wife at all. The rest were all improvised by herself.
But whatever, just arouse Zhou Zhi's curiosity.
Back in the room, Su Xiaolu went to sleep, went into the space to feed Pipi Shrimp some food, and played with it for a while. After posting daily posts to enhance their relationship, she came out of the space to sleep.
What she doesn't know is that when she is tired, after she falls asleep, her consciousness will automatically sink into the space for cultivation.
When Pipi Xia feels the familiar scent, he will crawl out and sleep next to Su Xiaolu.
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On the other side, Zhou Zhi looked lazily and said lightly: "What is Lu Wensheng doing recently?"
Su Xiaolu has read all the books he said, and he hasn't sent any new ones yet. Now Su Xiaolu has to make up his own.
She is so tired.
Jin Si lowered his eyes and said: "Mr. Lu has broken the jar. He said he couldn't write it. Let us kill him if we want to."
Lu Wensheng had been forced to give up on himself, and he no longer cared whether he was killed or beheaded.
Zhou Zhi frowned, then raised his hand and waved: "Forget it, let him rest for a while. If he is still like this after this period of time, then let him die if he wants to."
How could Lu Wensheng really want to die? He was just being oppressed to the extreme and struggling to resist.
Zhou Zhi closed his eyelids and waved lightly.
The room became quiet and he fell into a deep sleep.
But he couldn't sleep, his legs were always aching, and every inch of his skin ached. After half a month of detoxification, they faded from gray to light black.
The smooth cross-section reminded him countless times that they can still grow back.
But the toxins on his legs also reminded him that if the poison cannot be detoxified, even if it grows back, it will rot or become bad.
There was a rustling sound outside and a fresh smell in the air. Zhou Zhi knew it was snowing.
It has been another year of snowfall. This year, it is great that he is still alive.
The pain in his legs prevented him from really sleeping well, and his thoughts wandered far away.
He couldn't help but think and think.
When will Su Xiaolu discover the story he made up based on himself?
With all the dark methods he seeks, will God really let him succeed?
What she likes is the real warmth of the sun.
And everything he has is just an illusion created by him.
As he thought about it, his heart ached for a few breaths, and he clenched his palms tightly. So what if he tried to force it? What he wanted was something he should work hard for.
Could it be that if God didn't bring it to his mouth, he couldn't find a way to get it?
The clenched palms loosened, and the slender jade-like knuckles rubbed each other.
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December 29th, this detoxification has been completed for 20 days. Zhou Zhi didn't wake up at all today, let alone eat.
Yesterday he only took a sip of the medicinal soup and had not eaten for several days. Su Xiaolu watched him become thinner day by day.
The wooden marks on his hands turned into a greyish color.
Not even a leaf can be stretched out.
Jin Si and others were also extremely serious, and the atmosphere was like the ice and snow outside, it was cold everywhere.
Only this time did Su Xiaolu get to see Zhou Zhi's legs.
The new growths were all damaged by toxins, and they didn't look good. Some of the toxins were removed, but a lot was still left. Su Xiaolu sighed. It would take many years to get rid of all the toxins.
Zhou Zhi's body can only endure such a detoxification process once a year.
Such twists and turns make me look more and more like the Immortal in the storybook. The Immortal's poison relapses every ten years, and it recurs every three months, and he has to endure a lot of pain in those three months.
Zhou Zhi has to detoxify once a year, and he has to endure a lot of pain every time. How can he find someone who truly loves him?
After all, the Immortal Lord still has a wife who has lost his memory. What about him? When he reaches the marriageable age, will any woman like him? It should be difficult for a sick man. Those powerful people will not marry their daughters to a married man.
King, there is no chance of competing for the throne, and the person is not in good health.
Looking at Zhou Zhi's sleeping face, she sighed and got up to go out.
It was still snowing outside. When they saw her coming out, Jin Liu and others stepped forward and said, "Miss Su, how is the master?"
"I survived this time, rest assured."
Su Xiaolu smiled slightly and said that she was also a little tired. Even if she ate and drank well every day, she couldn't bear to consume too much.
