Yang Zimei deceived her family, saying that Yuqing was staying at the Lotte Hotel. She wanted to spend more time with her master, so she would not go home to stay at night.
The family members all knew about the relationship between the two masters and apprentices, so they didn't say much. They just hoped that she could go home for a meal once in a while, and not forget to study, as the high school entrance examination was about to take place.
Yang Zimei nodded and agreed, going to and from school on time every day, and lying with the unconscious Long Zhutian at night.
Long Zhutian has to spit out a mouthful of liquid as thick as black ink every day. However, every time he spits it out, the black and gold color on his face becomes slightly lighter. It seems that it is a detoxification function.[
She suddenly thought of her little iron tower that could absorb all evil spirits, and an idea flashed in her mind, wondering if it could take drugs?
Thinking of it, she put the small iron tower in the palm of his hand with eagerness to try——
The iron tower suddenly vibrated, as if it was being stimulated.
Long Zhutian began to spit out the black venom, much more than usual.
Yang Zimei's finger was placed on his pulse, always observing his life breath. If there was anything wrong, he would immediately move the small iron tower.
Fortunately, the breath of life is not messy!
He vomited a full basin of black blood before he stopped.
The strange black-gold color on Long Zhutian's face faded and turned pale.
Yang Zimei pulled out the small iron tower——
She didn't know why, but at this time, the connection between her and it seemed to be even closer. She could even feel it throbbing with excitement, as if it was being stimulated by something.
Could it be that it is excited because it can absorb the breath of venom?
"Well——"
A syllable escaped from the corners of Long Zhutian's lips on the bed.
Yang Zimei's heart tightened, and he quickly put down the small iron tower and reached out to hold his hand.
Long Zhutian slowly opened his eyes and looked around blankly for a while, then his eyes fell on her face. Suddenly, a smile that looked extremely pure bloomed on her pale face, "Meimei——"
"Zhutian!"
Yang Zimei was overjoyed, "Do you still remember me?"
Long Zhutian pursed his dry lips, "Meimei, who am I?"
Yang Zimei is a little confused. He remembers himself, but has he forgotten himself? [
"You are Long Zhutian, don't you remember?"
Yang Zimei reached out and helped him sit up, blinking at him with dark eyes and asked.
Long Zhutian shook his head.
"Then you still remember me?"
"Well, sister--" Long Zhutian's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled, less of the deep and cold look of the past, more pure and simple, smiling like a child, "I naturally
Remember you, I said I would come back to find you."
"Then do you remember where you went?"
Long Zhutian thought for a while and shook his head, "I just remember to come back to you!"
Yang Zimei's heart felt sore and painful.
He forgot about the whole world, but he didn't forget to come back to find himself!
She opened her arms and put her arms around his shoulders. Tears fell uncontrollably on his neck: "Just come back, I've been waiting for you!"
Long Zhutian held her in his arms!
Although the embrace is not as hot as before, it is extremely comforting.
