After returning to Yin City, Su Yin, who once became the Lord of Yin City, the first thing he did was to go to Qing Kong's room to see how Qing Kong's injuries were.
Qingkong's face was pale and bloodless, like a person who has been bedridden for many years due to a serious illness. When Su Yin entered, Qingkong was sleeping soundly.
Only then did Su Yin realize that, in fact, she rarely saw Qingkong when he was sleeping soundly. Most of the time, Qingkong was interacting with heaven and man in his unique way, wandering around in the void. She always thought that this was Qingkong.
It is a sleeping position, but now it seems that it is not. Sure enough, a great master like Qingzora also needs to sleep.
Thinking of this, I felt funny again. There is no creature that doesn't need sleep. It must be using meditation techniques to replenish its energy. Qingkong, who can't even persist in basic meditation techniques, must be very tired and in pain.
Looking at the pale, bloodless and weak Qing Kong on the bed, Su Yin's heart softened, and she reached out her hand and gently stroked Qing Kong's brow.
The tentacles were cold, but Su Yin still felt a slight throbbing on her skin, and she immediately understood that Qingkong was pretending to sleep.
Su Yin didn't show it, she just looked at Qingkong quietly. Even though she didn't say anything, she still understood that the man who assassinated Sikong was because of her.
Her expression was a little lost.
The moment Su Yin entered the room, Qingkong felt traces of Su Yin's presence, until Su Yin's hand touched his forehead, with a hint of warmth in his green fingers, which made Qingkong feel greedy.
, didn’t want it to leave his forehead, so he pretended to sleep.
After a long time, which even he himself could not tell how long, Qingkong opened his eyes again and again.
The eyebrows trembled slightly, and a pair of bright eyes looked at Su Yin who was meditating. Just looking at them, the two of them maintained a silent expression. They seemed to have no similarities, but they were exactly the same.
"Are you okay?" Su Yin finally woke up from his meditation and looked at Qingkong. Although Qingkong looked weak and pale, even though the best doctor thought Qingkong didn't have a few days to live, Su Yin still looked at Qingkong.
Qingkong's eyes saw identification, broadness, and the fluctuation of life.
She knew that Qingkong was fine, but she still asked a little stupidly, just to let Qingkong confirm for herself.
This is a complex and simple mood. Many times, people's behavior is often determined by such complex and simple moods.
"It's okay." Qingkong smiled, with a faint and pure smile on his pale face, like the pure afternoon sky, spotless without a trace of dust.
"That's good." Su Yin also smiled. Under this pure smile, only a smile could match the corresponding smile.
Sometimes the blue sky is like a mirror, allowing Su Yin to see the purest self in the mirror.
"I was just poisoned by blood poison. Now my martial arts has reached a higher level and I am already a heavenly being. It will take some time for my blood to change and I will recover as before. Don't worry." Qingkong explained.
"Heaven!?" Su Yin was stunned, as if he had never heard of such a martial arts class.
"Yes, he is a heavenly being. When his martial arts reaches the highest level, he is a heavenly being. No matter what kind of poison, it has no effect on me now. I can exchange blood, but these days, I can't do anything for you.