Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Okay... don't think about it anymore, sleep well."

She didn't know that he cared, so she coaxed him while being sleepy.

"Go to sleep, be good."

"..." Jiang Yan remained silent and did not make a sound.

He just hugged her tightly.

She patted him gently, closed her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Anyway... there is a fate between us..."

"Maybe it's fate..."

Jiang Yan quietly thought about the dream he had just had.

He wanted to answer, but unfortunately, the content in the dream was too fragmented, and he still couldn't sort it out.

Unable to answer, he could only hum softly.

After a while, the person in his arms began to breathe more evenly, and began to breathe unconsciously again.

Just like her in the dream, she is heartless and knows nothing.

Jiang Yan pinched her face and sighed.

"Silly girl."

Fortunately, it was him who I met.

Fortunately, she was safe and uninjured.

He hugged her tightly, lost in thought.

For a long time.

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"Sir, that little demon from hell is causing trouble again."

Under the old and towering peach trees, the petals fall gently and the breeze blows.

The God of Medicine is dressed in green and a red net gown, with white hair and a vicissitudes of beard.

He was sitting on a soft cushion with a hunched body and a sad look on his face.

I was so worried that even the green leaf grass growing on my head fell down, and I was listless.

The peach blossoms fell from the tree and fell on his white hair.

The warm sun was shining on the ground. He was playing chess with his pieces in hand, but his mind was not on the chessboard.

As soon as the move was made, the situation on the chessboard changed.

The Medicine God was at a disadvantage.

Opposite him, the unparalleled divine master, with his jade-white finger bones slightly bent, fell into the chess box.

Pick up a shiny sunspot and tap it gently.

Take your time.

"you lose."

The young master's voice was gentle and light, his snow-colored fingertips were slightly loose, and the black piece fell back into the chess box.

The wind blew, gently stirring the petals and leaves that fell on the ground.

The fragrance of peach fills the sky, as if even the chess plate is dyed with such a quiet and elegant smell.

Deserted.

The pink of peach blossoms cannot dye the warm and flawless white on his sleeves.

His eyebrows are clear and elegant, and his purple eyes are deep and light.

With a sad look on his face, the Medicine God finally returned his attention to the chessboard, "Ah... yes, the younger one lost again..."

If your heart is not in the game, you will naturally lose.

He cupped his hands and lowered his head, "The adults' chess skills are exquisite, and it's really hard for the younger ones to match."

The cool and elegant god lowered his eyelashes, calm and gentle, "It's just a moment of luck."

He is neither arrogant nor impetuous, and he will never take it for granted.

"If you have something on your mind today, you will inevitably be careless."

"It seems..."

"That little demon is indeed a little naughty."

Shen Baiyu Wuxia's hand fell on the chessboard and collected the chess pieces.

His eyebrows are light and his tone is as gentle as the spring breeze.

When the Medicine God heard this, he immediately opened the gate and vomited his bitterness, "Yes, sir, that little demon——"

"That little demon is not naughty at all, she did it on purpose!"

Finally being able to talk about it, the Medicine God wished he could count all the monster's crimes in detail.

"A few days ago, she ran into my temple. Not only did she use illusions to turn into a handsome boy to tease my medicine boy, but... she also used sweet words to coax my medicine boy into handing over all the elixirs saved in the temple. Come out!"

"Every medicine boy in my temple was played around, the stove was burned down, and all the medicinal materials were robbed. That stinky girl even wanted to set fire to my medicine temple——"

The more he talked, the angrier he became, and the more he talked, the more heartbroken he became.