Immortal Voices

Rong Xian raised her eyes and looked at the woman who seemed to remind them in good faith. This person had no meaning of ‘get it when you see it’, and she did n’t understand what was too much. She felt it necessary to remind this girl.

Rong Xian smiled softly, her temperament no longer converged, her clean eyes letting her glance to the end were bright and soft, so that Wenming Ning seemed to see the bright moon shining freely in the night. A little peace, quiet and gentle. No one can ignore her presence without being impressed.

Even if sitting in the cheap inn, her purple skirt is wide-sleeved and elegant, and she is not so elegant. She sets the whole inn like a high above the palace, and she seems to come across countless hours. The whole person has a kind of freedom in this world The external feeling, even if it is in front of you, looks at you in the clouds.

Wu Wenning clearly saw her reflection in Rong Xian's eyes. Compared with this person, her good-looking face was a bit abomination because of a little calculation.

Well, Rong Xian's aura has completely crushed her.

Wu Wenning's face was ugly for a moment, and then returned to normal. She shook the bell in her hand and asked innocently: "What does sister Rong laugh?"

Rong Xian crooked her head and said softly, "We are all sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, not so much attention."

She looked at Shen Jiuliu, who was silently serving vegetables in her bowl, raised her eyebrows: "Jiuliu is not an outsider, and he has never been a burden to me. Wenning is more concerned."

The bottom of Shen Jiuli's cold eyes was filled with waves, his expression softened almost inconceivably, and he suddenly laughed. The previous insecure department disappeared, and there was an eyebrow in his eyebrows.

Xiao Xian's words are the greatest affirmation to him. He should have known that Xiao Xian is different from everyone. Her heart is incomparable to anyone.

"Xiao Xian, eat fast. We will have a few patients to see in a while." Shen Jiu said in a cold voice.

He didn't want Xiaoxian to talk to this sudden woman again. Wu Wenning was too weird. She seemed to have no purpose, but every sentence she said was like venom, which made him unconcerned and put Xiaoxian into a disadvantage. Ground.

Rong Xian bowed her head and quietly chopped rice. On the one hand, Wenwen Ning also quietly quieted down. She was thinking whether to change the way to dismantle the two ambiguous brothers and sisters. There is nothing she can't get in this world.

After finishing the meal, the three should have parted ways, but Wu Wenning had to stick up and said that he had nowhere to go.

As a broad-minded 'Mother of God', Rong Xian certainly could not refuse Yunwen Ning, and even if she decided to take her to the city's main house, she would take this person to see the patient before going to the city's main house.

It was late when the three returned to the city's main residence.

The last ray of light between the day and the earth disappeared. Rong Xian looked up at the bright moon with a corner exposed, tilted the oil-paper umbrella slightly, and let a little moonlight sprinkle on the purple skirt.

A faint cool temperature flows through the body, everything is the same as before.

Rong Xian looked down to hide the streamer under her eyes, and said gently, "Long stay, you have been with me for a day."

She elegantly put away the oil-paper umbrella, and let the moonlight envelope her.

The light of the moon was cold, and it was not as threatening to her as the sun. She looked with a bit of joy and joy, and seemed to be able to see the sky without cover is an extremely happy thing.

Although Shen Jiuliu didn't understand why Rong Xian was so happy all of a sudden, he simply felt that Rong Xian was happy, and he was also happy: "I am happy to be with you."

Rong Xian glanced at the slightly fluctuating Tong Wenning, and the smile on her lips deepened: "Yes."

Shen Jiuliu looked up at Moonlight and said softly, "It's getting late, Xiaoxian should go back to bed and go to bed."

Rong Xian did not refuse, she waved toward the maid in the courtyard, and when someone came over, she commanded in the tone of the host: "Arrange a room for the maid."

After responding respectfully, the maidservant came to 姒 Wenning and said, "Girl maid, please follow the slave."

Wu Wenning's smart eyes flickered and he smiled and said, "Sister, stay long, see you tomorrow."

Rong Xian didn't say anything about Yun Wenning. After sending away Wen Wenning, Rong Xian took the medicine box from Shen Jiuliu, and the two said goodbye to Rong Xian and returned to his room.

The sleeves were swung away, and the boxes at the four corners of the room opened in unison. The light from the night pearl inside illuminated the dark room like daylight.

A spiritual force popped out of Rong Xian's fingertips, and the incense burner on the table lit the green smoke, and a faint scent of medicine filled the room.

She breathed a sigh of relief, set the medicine box aside, and returned to the bed after washing.

The heavy curtain was lowered, covering everything in the bed.

Rong Xian sat on the bed with her knees crossed, looked up at her pale fingertips, and frowned.

Although it is not directly exposed to the sun today, how can people hide from light, the world is bright because of light.

She was so pale that she could not endure the injury that she endured for a day.

"Cough" The cough could not stop, a sweet smell pours into the throat, Rong Xian quickly picked up the side of the pouch to cover his mouth, and the red blood soaked the pouch.

The light flashed in her palm, and the pals instantly turned into fly ash and disappeared.

"Sure enough, it's time to heal." Rong Xian murmured. If it hadn't been for merit, she would be more embarrassed now.

Gaze fixed on the window, looking at the thick curtain above, Rong Xian frowned unhappyly.

Until she couldn't see the sun anymore, Rong Xian didn't know that people really couldn't live without the sun. Once they left, it seemed as if the whole life was filled with indelible haze.

Thinking of the medical books she had read in Xuanhua Mountain, and the above-mentioned Zhuo Huadan about restraining the sunshade effect, she took a deep breath, a flash of firmness in her eyes, and her hands flying fast, an obscure energy The room spread quickly.

But for a moment, a dark fog target rushed into Rong Xian's room clearly.

"My lord." Hao Ran was Qu Lang, who was kneeling on the bed by one knee on the black misty human form.

The thick veil was lifted by a breeze, and a spar flew out and fell into the man's hand. He didn't ask, and still waited respectfully and respectfully.

Rong Xian stared at his eyes, casually: "Send someone to collect the medicinal materials in the shortest time."

"Yes." Qu Lang disappeared instantly.

Rong Xian coughed a few times, Mu Lingzhu could no longer restrain her injuries.

It was clear to her that even if she had the special oil-paper umbrella, every time she went out, her injuries would be severe again.

As soon as Rong Xian was moving, two of them floated in front of Rong Xian with different breaths.

One emits a thick layer of water vapor, and the other with a touch of green, there is a huge vitality flowing.