"Xiao Feng, I knew you wouldn't abandon your sister!"
The girl ran over and threw herself in front of the bamboo bed with tears in her eyes.
She held Ling Feng tightly, her delicate body trembling, and two lines of clear tears rolled down her face.
"Xiao Feng, everyone says you won't survive, but my sister firmly believes that you still miss me."
"You finally came to life."
Ling Qing grabbed Ling Feng's little hand, put it in her arms, and said with tears, "Xiao Feng's hands are cold, sister, help you warm them."
Ling Feng's eyelids trembled and he couldn't speak. He came back from the dead, and even his body was cold.
Even though he was once a martial saint, he couldn't help crying when faced with the sincere and simple feelings of this "little sister".
"Don't cry, Xiaofeng, sister is here."
Ling Qing was even more surprised and put Ling Feng's hand on her chest, fearing that this was a dream.
"water……"
After a while, Ling Feng used all his strength to spit out one word. His throat was so dry that it felt like it was about to burst.
"Sister, go get it now."
Ling Qing fell to the ground with a "pop" sound, and hurriedly went to get a kettle. The kettle was wrinkled, as if it was made of mud.
She took a sip, her pretty face felt hot, but without any hesitation, she kissed Ling Feng's chapped lips and poured the water in her mouth into Ling Feng's mouth bit by bit.
At this moment, Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, feeling that there was a lilac tongue prying open his teeth.
"Gudong, Gudong..."
After drinking some water, Ling Feng's complexion softened a bit, and his cold body was warming up little by little.
However, what shocked him was that the young lady Ling Qing actually crossed the water with her mouth. That kind of warmth made his heart warm.
"I'm afraid, she has always done this, right?"
Ling Feng felt sad in his heart, and the corners of his eyes were moist. This poor girl didn't know that the real Ling Feng was dead.
This is a simple and lonely girl that he pities and cannot bear to hurt.
Suddenly, the corner of his mouth moved, and was pried open by the lilac tongue. A round thing fell along the lips and into his mouth. It was about the size of a pea, accompanied by the refreshing fragrance of medicine.
"Spirit nourishing pill?!" Ling Feng was suddenly shocked.
"Isn't this the beginning of the month? How come there is a spiritual elixir?"
According to what he learned from the memory of young Ling Feng, Shenwu Academy would only distribute this kind of spiritual nourishing pill at the end of the month, and it was only the beginning of the month now.
Where did this spiritual elixir come from?!
"Hey, today the college actually distributed the pills in advance." Ling Qing giggled, extremely happy.
"This silly girl, can't you make up a decent excuse?"
Lingfeng's eyes were moist and he was moved.
Obviously, it is impossible for Shenwu Academy to release the elixir in advance. Ling Qing may have suffered a lot for this spirit-nourishing elixir.
The spirit-nourishing pill melted in his mouth, forming a fragrant liquid that poured into his belly, reviving his energy and blood little by little.
"Rustling..."
Not long after, Ling Qing also climbed onto the bamboo bed, like an octopus, tightly holding Ling Feng in his arms, using his thin and petite body to dispel the coldness on Ling Feng's body...
In the early morning, a ray of sunlight penetrated through the cracks in the thatched house and fell on Ling Feng.
His eyelids trembled, and he opened his eyes gently. What he saw was a sallow, slightly black arm with shocking blood marks on it, and the skin was torn.
Ling Feng's heart couldn't help but hurt.
Immediately, he saw a sallow, thin face, with chapped lips, black eyes, a bloodstain on Xiaoqiong's nose, a few dry hairs falling on her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, even though she was sleeping
, all still smile.
This girl is Ling Qing!
It's autumn now, and the wind is cold, but Ling Qing is only wearing a thin gray coat covered with patches. There are shocking blood stains on the gray coat, as if drawn from a whip.
"Little sister..."
Ling Feng's eyes were sore, she was afraid that she got that spiritual nourishing pill in exchange for this kind of injury, right?
This silly girl!
Ling Feng felt heartbroken. Ling Qing had sacrificed too much for "him".
He could imagine a helpless young girl taking the young Ling Feng back, caring for him in every possible way, and giving the best to the latter, while he was as skinny as a stick...
And even in her sleep, she hugged Ling Feng tightly, for fear that he would be cold or that he would disappear.
This was a pitiful and deplorable girl who made Ling Feng twitch with heartache.
"Xiao Feng, are you awake?"
Ling Qing's body trembled, and she woke up from her sleep. A look of joy flashed in her eyes, and she quickly got up and ran out.
Soon after, I heard the sound of chopping wood and lighting a fire.
A bowl of millet porridge and a picked dried vegetable leaf.
This was the first meal Ling Feng ate after his rebirth. It was tasteless, but it was heart-warming.
"Little sister, you should eat too!"
Ling Feng glanced at Ling Qing and urged the latter to eat it quickly, otherwise she would get cold.
"Sister, you're not hungry, why don't you eat?"
Ling Qing held her sallow little face with both hands, smiled, and pushed the bowl of porridge in front of her in front of Ling Feng.
"Not hungry..."
Ling Feng felt a pain in his heart, as if something was blocking him. His hands froze and his eyes were wet. Could this silly girl make up a worse excuse?
"Little sister, my health is just right and I can't eat too much. If you don't eat, it will be a waste." Ling Feng pushed the bowl of water porridge in front of Ling Qing.
"All right!"
Ling Qing smiled sweetly, picked up the water porridge, swallowed it in big gulps, and finished it in a few mouthfuls. Then she carefully moved the grain of rice left at the bottom of the bowl into her mouth.
"Lonely and dependent on each other!"
Ling Feng felt a pain in his heart. It was such a simple thatched house, and it was just porridge and wild vegetables, but Ling Qing enjoyed it as if it were sweet rice.
"He" failed so much!
If it weren't for him as a burden, I'm afraid Ling Qing would have advanced to the third level of martial arts, and might even have the hope of entering the inner sect.
"If this girl cannot live a good life, if this girl is still bullied, I, Ling Feng, would rather not live in this life."
"Aofeng, Aoyue, just wait for me, I will definitely make you pay with blood!"
"Now that I have been reborn, I will trample all geniuses. Anyone who dares to insult my sister will be crushed to death!"
At this moment, Ling Feng's eyes were shining, and although he was still very weak, he gave people an extremely domineering feeling.
He didn't ask where Ling Qing's injuries came from, because he would stomp back all the humiliation and pain a hundredfold.
Two days later, Ling Feng was nourished by the nourishing pill, and his injuries began to recover, and he could barely get out of bed.
"This body is so useless!"
Ling Feng had just taken two steps when he stopped, panting and staggering.
He looked at himself who was equally skinny and could only grin bitterly.
"It seems that we can't rush to practice that kind of technique. We have to make ourselves stronger first." Ling Feng thought softly.