In the west wing, Jian Hanshang was sitting in front of Nangong Jing's bed. She had already gone to Jian Hange and Ning You's place just now. Ningyou's body had recovered a lot. After all, Jian Hanshang's body was still there when he forced out the demon source. A little life element was put into his body, which made him recover faster. Jian Hange seemed to be absorbing that energy, so he had not yet woken up and entered a state of cultivation.
Wen Weihan had been taking care of Nangong Jing before Jian Hanshang arrived. After all, his obsession with things should not be underestimated. Wen Weihan, who had been busy for a day after Jian Hanshang came over, could finally rest assured that this apprentice had no time to study other than those things. In addition to becoming a high-level alchemist, those who feel the pulse and use medicine are no problem.
In fact, Jian Hanshang is not a genius. She has memorized all the books Wen Weihan gave her. She also had field experience as a killer in her previous life. She has already learned a little about taking pulses, but she is just striving for perfection. When thinking about the next plan, the person on the bed was slightly confused and looked like he was about to wake up. Sure enough, when Jian Hanshang looked up, he saw Nangong Jing moving his fingers, and then opened his peach blossom eyes lazily: " Hmm..."
After a soft sound, Nangong Jing cast his eyes blankly on Jian Hanshang beside the bed. Jian Hanshang felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at him, so he looked away, and gently touched the pulse of his wrist with his right hand. After a while, he felt cold Leng said: "Now that you are well, don't be in a daze. I will think that you are stupid after going crazy, and you will not be able to explain to the Nangong clan leader."
"Hanshang, are you okay? Are you really okay? Am I dreaming?" Nangong Jing didn't know what to use to describe his mood at this time. He still remembered that his fighting spirit was exhausted at that time, and he still remembered that he was confused at that time. I saw Jian Yanshang come out, but he had no memory after that.
"Do you hope that something will happen to me?" Jian Hanshang raised his slender eyebrows, with a bit of seriousness on his face, but a hint of smile in his eyes.
Nangong Jing was still immersed in the joy that Jian Hanshang was okay. He immediately panicked when he saw Jian Hanshang's misunderstanding. He had no intention to pay attention to Jian Hanshang's eyes: "Hanshang, this is not like this. I am afraid of you." I'm injured, I'm afraid you won't be able to come out, I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Pfft...haha..." Jian Hanshang smiled without any image in front of Nangong Jing for the first time. At this time, her heart felt warm, and she naturally felt less alienated from Nangong Jing.
Nangong Jing was stunned at first, and then he was dumbfounded. No one knew how beautiful Jian Hanshang was in his eyes at this time. As the saying goes, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, let alone Jian Hanshang. Her face was originally very beautiful, but it was covered up by her usual temperament, and her body was still small and had not yet opened up, so she couldn't see much of it. But her smile like this today can be said to be stunning, even for Nangong Jing This kind of man who wanders among flowers will inevitably become addicted.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became a little awkward. Jian Yanshang stopped smiling: "Ahem, since you're fine, I'm going to rest. Master, you should rest assured." Turning around to leave, Nangong Jing couldn't help but want to He reached out to hold her, but Jian Hanshang, who had noticed it long ago, seemed to avoid it involuntarily.
"Han Shang..." Suddenly, a feeling arose in Nangong Jing's heart. He must tell her, tell her his true thoughts. He was extremely afraid of what happened today. He thought that if he died, he would not be able to tell her. If she had that kind of feeling, she would definitely regret it. Obviously, Jian Yanshang's thoughts of escaping were annihilated. She paused. Her sixth sense told her that what Nangong Jing would say was something she didn't want to hear.