He said some important points that she should pay attention to when meditating at the moment. Feng Qingyu was suffocated for a moment. His tone was like the tone of a master to his apprentice——

Some scenes seemed to flash before her eyes. He urged her to practice. She was so tired that she simply threw herself into his arms and hugged his waist, half coquettishly and half complaining, hoping to get some free time.

And his answer was often to hold her directly in his arms, meditate with her, and while clearing her sore muscles and veins, he would knock her on the head and call her a slacker...

My heart skipped a beat again, as if there was some warmth coming over me, and there was a faint suffocation pain.

She shook her head, subconsciously shaking that image away.

The meditation method Di Shiyin mentioned was right for her current path, and there was no need for her to make fun of her body just to compete with him.

After looking at him, I sat down as he said, closed my eyes and meditated, and silently adjusted my breath.

Time slowly flowed away as she adjusted her breath. She didn’t know how long it took, but she finally finished her exercise. She slowly opened her eyes and felt refreshed.

She took a pleasant breath of fresh air and felt like her body was floating.

"How do you feel?" Di Shiyin asked in a slightly hoarse voice from behind.

"Not bad. Most of my skills have been restored." Feng Qingyu replied. She stretched her waist and felt a little excited.

After saying one sentence, there was no movement afterward.

She subconsciously looked back and saw that Di Shiyin had been lying there with his long sword in his hand. His cheeks were slightly flushed, as if he was asleep or unconscious...

She was startled and subconsciously touched his forehead. Her fingers suddenly froze. He was running a high fever!

When he was meditating just now, he was struggling to keep his consciousness awake and protect himself, right?

"Hey, wake up, wake up." Feng Qingyu patted his cheek, but he still didn't respond. The high fever became more and more severe, and the body that was originally thin and ankle-shaped burned into a light pink color.

And blood seeped out from the original wound, dyeing his white robe red again.

Feng Qingyu frowned, it was unacceptable for the blood to flow like this!

She tapped the acupuncture points around his wound, re-sutured his newly opened wound, and applied healing ointment to finally stop the bleeding.

The bleeding stopped, but his body became hotter and hotter, feeling like a small stove. Feng Qingyu was so hot that he was frightened.

If he keeps burning like this, he won't spontaneously combust, right?!

He is not a phoenix, he will reach nirvana.

If it spontaneously combusts, it will be like a scorched fox...

The shadow of that stinky, burnt-haired fox flashed through my mind again, and I paused in my heart. I looked down at Di Shiyin, whose face turned into a fire. I really couldn't connect him with that little fox...

Sighing, the most important thing now is to lower his body temperature.

Fortunately, this was on the beach and close to the water source. She simply tore off a piece of her skirt, wetted it and wiped his whole body to cool down...

After being busy like this for half an hour, I touched his forehead and found that the fever had subsided a little, but he was still groggy and had no intention of waking up.

Will he just not be able to sleep?

This thought flashed through her mind like lightning, and she felt a little scared for no reason, and a trace of fear came over her——

She had never experienced this kind of emotion since she was reborn from nirvana! It made her feel a little novel and a little scared.

Di Shiyin, who was in a coma, suddenly started to tremble slightly.

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