Chapter 226: The Trouble of the Demon Venerable (2)
"Cough..." A feeble cough came from behind, Qianye turned around suddenly, and her heart was panicked for no reason. She always felt that Wu Zhou could see through people's hearts, but wasn't he sick now?
In just a few days, Wu Zhou's body, which had been temporarily nourished by energy, became thin again. She remembered almost every part of Wu Zhou's body. She even remembered that his skin was not as white as it is now, let alone as it is now.
Glowing with a grayish color.
Qianye slowly lifted Wu Zhou up. The high fever on his body showed no sign of going away. Those ice cubes could only temporarily make his forehead feel less hot.
Perhaps as he said, he could be cured in ten days without medicine, but... ten days.
Qianye sighed and shook his head, uncorked the porcelain bottle, and carefully poured the hard-won flower wine into his mouth.
This was different from the flower demon's flower brew that he had given him before. The bee demon's flower brew was always sweet and delicious, and had no trace of evil. But it was obvious that the bee demon's temper was not as gentle as the flower demon's, so Wu Zhou could drink it this time.
These are her methods on the one hand, and on the other hand, they can also be regarded as his own good luck.
Wu Zhou's lips moved slightly, and at some point, bloody openings appeared on his dry lips. When he moved a little, a thin line of blood slowly snaked downwards along the wound.
Qianye carefully applied the flower wine on his lips and looked at the bleeding wounds. If she hadn't left angrily just now, even if she put some water on his lips after a while, it would not have been so serious.
Wu Zhou's breathing gradually became less heavy, and the sound in his throat did not sound as if it was torn apart just now, but his lips did not feel the pain. If he drank it mixed with flower wine and blood water, he would be more picky about what he put in his mouth.
Harsh, but this time, he didn't seem to notice.
"Alas..." Qianye didn't know how many times he sighed. He looked at Wujibing leaning on him, feeling that once he left, he would definitely fall... "Alas,
You were more lovable when you were still sick."
"Qianye..." Wuji's voice sounded like babble.
Qianye didn't answer, but just sat in front of the bed and hugged him, moistening his lips with flower wine over and over again, and feeding him some to moisten his throat.
When he doesn't talk all day long, it's really heartbreaking, and you can temporarily ignore all his shortcomings; but when she doesn't talk, it seems that she can maintain such silence, as peaceful as if nothing happened before.
However, the reason why peace is precious is that it is not so easy to maintain.
Even if Wu Zhou is seriously ill, even if he is almost unconscious, he still has the ability to make things go crazy, and he can still give Chiba a headache that makes him want to scratch the wall and beat the floor.
As the days of his serious illness passed day by day, he no longer had the strength to argue with Qianye, but he still retained his weird temper that was hot and cold, making it absolutely impossible to figure out the pattern.
Sometimes, he would struggle hard and fumble for the hand that was holding on to Qianye, holding it tightly in his hand without letting go, opening and closing his lips as if he wanted to say something to her. That expression made it seem as if she had let him down.
, he had a huge grievance, which he endured so hard that he could not express it.
And sometimes, he didn't know where the anger came from, and he would wave his hand vigorously, and even the flower wine that he would not refuse would fly away. He refused her to touch him, as if he was angry with her, and he even
I tried to stay as far away from her as possible, even though I couldn't even get out of bed.