When the doctor treated Yi Zixi's injuries, Yi Zixi asked Luo Yan to avoid it. He said he didn't want Luo Yan to see his injuries. Luo Yan was not stubborn and left the house.
Come to another room. The messed things have not been packed yet. Luo Yan brushed away the scattered debris on the table. He took out a piece of paper from the roll that was poured aside and spread it out. He calmed down and picked it up again The brushes on the inkstone are stained with some remaining ink and doodles casually.
Calligraphy and painting can be said to be a very common skill that people of this era are good at. Even Luo Yan, who has been in the world, will try a few times. Although it is only at an average level and cannot be considered a master of the world. However, it is still much better than modern people.
Luo Yan thought of the person in her heart, slowly moving the brush. Gradually, a person seemed to appear on the paper. Although the lines were a little stiff, it could still make people see who was painting at a glance.
Yizhangxi.
Luo Yan stared at the portrait and recited this name in her heart.
Yi Zhixi was healing in the room beside him and had not come out for a long time. Luo Yan's eyes were on the portrait he had drawn by himself. He called that name over and over again.
Gradually, Luo Yan's hand shaking on the portrait was shaking. Even her whole body seemed to fall into a vortex, and then she shook and rotated...
"Yan'er." After a long time, the sound of Yi Zixi sounded behind Luo Yan.
Luo Yan's body had stopped shaking. She stood still for a long time without turning back.
Yi Zhixi walked over and glanced at the portrait on the table. He smiled and put Luo Yan in front of his chest. "Yan'er turned out to be thinking about me all the time."
Luo Yan, who was caught in her arms, closed her eyes gently, feeling a little powerless and didn't want to say anything.
"Yan'er. It's getting late. The doctor's house has nothing to eat. I'll go out to make some." Yi Zhixi gently let go of Luo Yan and turned her over.
"You are injured. I'll go." Luo Yan raised his eyes and looked at Yi Zhixi. There were still wet marks on his face. It should be the sweat stains that oozed out of the pain he suffered during the healing.
"It's nothing. I've said it's skin trauma. I've been given medicine. It's nothing serious. I'm still alive. How can I let you run around?" Yi Zixi drowning Luo Yan's nose and smiled.
Luo Yan no longer insisted. She lowered her eyes and nodded. "Go and go back quickly. Don't let me wait for a long time. I will worry."
"Well, if possible, please help the doctor clean up the house. After all, it's all because of us. We will leave early after dinner so as not to implicate him again." Yizhixi Road.
"I know." Luo Yan nodded again.
Listening to Yi Zhixi leaving softly, Luo Yan's eyes glanced at him. The hand pressed on the portrait with his backhand began to shake again. His eyes were filled with unspeakable feelings.
Yi Zhixi returned to Xuangu Bing Cliff. The bright underground palace. The Saint Lord sat sideways on the throne with a pale face. Seeing Yi Zhixi come back, the Saint Lord snorted and sneered. "I really didn't expect that you will be back so soon Let's coax your baby woman."
"Look at what you said. Who is my treasure?" Yi Zhixi walked forward, grabbed the Holy Lord's hand, and took him from the throne and asked softly. "Where are you? Does the wound hurt? .”
"You still know I'll hurt." The Holy Lord threw away Yizhi and walked towards the rock house where he lived. He had changed his clothes and covered the gunshot wound on his back.
"If I don't do that, how can I hide it from Luo Yan?" Yi Zixi followed into the rock house and explained.
"You still can't bear to let me strangle her to death. You are so anxious that you reveal your true nature. You want to kill me." The Holy Lord snorted coldly.
"If I really want to kill you, I will definitely hit you in the vital position." Yizhexi Road.
"Hmph. You are afraid that if I die, you will lose the medicine to prolong your life." The Holy Lord sneered. "I said it long ago. I will take you with you even if I die. We will be together in life and death."
"I know. I know." Yi Zhixi sat down with the Holy Lord. "Let me see your wound. I heard Luo Yan say that something will exist in the body. It must be taken out. Otherwise, it will affect the healing of the wound."
"You need to say it." said the Holy Lord. "I don't know my own body."
As he said that, the Holy stood up and threw a box on the stone table to Yizhixi. "Isn't it just this shell? It was dug out from my back with my backhand. It hurts so much."
This really means cutting his thighs and healing. Yi Zhixi stared at the strange thing stained with blood. However, the Saint's tough and cruel skills appeared in his mind. This is really a man with a terrifying personality. He can do anything to himself He started without blinking, let alone deal with the people in his hands.
Many years ago, he was Ximen Yi. He used corpse-transforming scattered scatter to instantly melt the living person into blood. However, when he was in such a tragic danger, he was also very scared, afraid that he would annoy the Saint one day. He took his life by love and hatred. He could not die well.
Yi Zhixi wailed again and again in his heart. Why was the man who saved him a man? If he were a woman, he would not feel so miserable and painful.
"It's fine now." Yi Zhixi said a few words dullly.
"Ichiro's Shadow Breaking Technique is really a peerless light skill. If it weren't for it, no matter how high my martial arts are, I'd be caught up by Ximen Hao." Seeing a trace of timidity flashing across Yi Zhixi's face. The Holy Lord Light He curled his lips lightly and his expression softened.
"Hehe. Shadow Breaking Achievement. The Ximen family's unique skills have been passed to outsiders by me. The underground ancestors still don't know how to blame me." Yi Zhixi came back from the dullness and chuckled with a self-deprecating smile.
"Can your ancestors save your life? If it weren't for me, you would have died long ago in the hands of the little Bai Yiyi. They were buried in the imperial tomb and accompany them." The Holy Lord curled his lips and sneered.
"Don't you have a purpose in mind? You can clearly save me and let me continue to live in front of the world. But I just gave me a dead identity and made me lose everything I used to." Speaking of this, Yizhang The stream is extremely unwilling.
"Do you think everything will be waiting for you? You are a person who is about to die with a heavy knife. What's the difference between it and death? If people know that you still have a breath, it's hard to guarantee that you won't become the second Ximen Sheng .Another knife, can you imagine that in addition to Ximen Hao, you had one of the biggest enemies, your biological father?" said the Holy Lord. These are the truths he carefully found during the chaos at that time. What's more, people from the Leng family know more about things than others.
"So, it is the most beneficial for you to save you without knowing it. Now that you are ready, everything suddenly appears in front of the world again. It can be said that everyone is caught off guard." The Holy Lord said again.
"I know. You are for me." In front of the Holy Lord, in front of this person who can give him life and help him with his strength, Yi Zhixi tolerated again and again.