Descent of the Phoenix

And the little magpie is sitting next to her bed, holding a bowl of medicine in her hand, the light fragrance and the white paste on her fingertips, showing that she is giving her medicine.

At this time, this little magpie, is looking up and shouting outside the door, does not consider the patient's mental state at all, can not accept her magic sound through the brain.

No threat, Haoyue at a glance.

The heart is slightly loose, and the party is slightly ready to look up and see the injury on his body.

It was expected that she would look up and immediately found that there was no strength in her body, and she was completely uncontrollable by her.

Suddenly, I was slightly frowning. Was this injury so heavy? Can't you do the linkage?

"It can be moved in a few days." Haoyue was frowning, and a warm voice sounded like a spring breeze.

The curtains opened and a white man walked in slowly.

A black hair casually scattered on the shoulders, with a faint smile on the corners of the eyebrows, the facial features are not very good, but combined together, but a world of hardships.

It’s just a random curtain. It’s just that the corner of the mouth contains a faint smile. It’s a slow move. It’s a confusing feeling. It’s not an exaggeration to praise the style.

It is not like the enchanting enchanting of Xuanyuan, not the perfection of the lonely night, not like the brilliant and handsome of Yunzhao, it is an indescribable style of pen and ink, the best.

He glanced at the white man, and Zhang opened his mouth, but his throat only sounded rustling.

The white man smiled and said: "You have been in a coma for a month, and it will be good to wake up for a few days." While reaching out to look at the injury on the shoulder of Haoyue, he smiled and smiled and nodded.

One month? Suddenly frowning, she was unconscious for so long.

"Golden arrow is poisonous, and the palm of the hand shatters the internal government. It is less than a month." The white man seems to be able to see the idea of ​​Haoyue, and now it is a smile, naturally sitting at the bedside of Haoyue.

"No, I said you, if it wasn't for my son, you have already gone to see the prince, let us save the son, you are blessed..."

Xiaoxi is full of arrogance, awkward, but the words have not finished, suddenly remembered something, swept a look at the face of Haoyue, turned back and spit out the tongue.