The Rebirth of the National Goddess

After a long time, Elder Xu Kong sat down on the side of the bed slowly, put his hand on her pulse, and slowly closed his eyes, a lavender halo lit up in the room.

Time passed by every minute and every second.

The sun is rising, and the sun is getting stronger and stronger.

Daiyu's eyes fell on the back of the man standing in front of her.

The man was wearing a clean and dust-free white shirt, as if he came from outside the sky, the cuffs were neatly rolled up a few times, his hands were in his pockets, revealing a white and strong arm, standing casually, but showing a photo that should not be underestimated. Popularity makes people fearful.

A tyrant is a tyrant, even if it is a back view, it can make people's hearts palpitate.

Daiyu just looked at him like this, with a shallow curve on the corner of her mouth, then leaned forward, her tone soft, "Mr. Mo, it may take a long time for the master to come out, otherwise, I'll take you back to the room to rest for a while." .”

After a while, just when Daiyu thought he was not going to speak, a deep voice sounded beside her ear, "No need, I'll just wait here."

"Mr. Mo, you are so kind to Ms. Chu." Daiyu raised her eyes to look at Mo Zhixuan, there was nothing else in her apricot eyes, like the little sister next door, kind, cute, ignorant, and innocent.

No matter how perfect something is, it will show its original shape in the sun.

But under the sunlight, the man's handsome and unparalleled facial features could hardly find a trace of blemish.

Hearing this, the corners of the man's mouth slowly drew a slight arc, his eyes were deep, elegant in his coldness, wise in his nobleness, and said in a low voice, "Because she is worth it."

The five words were very faint, but they fell into Daiyu's ears very clearly.

Daiyu's expression did not change, and then she sighed, "Miss Chu is really lucky."

Mo Zhixuan didn't answer the conversation, but just took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, with a 'click', a faint blue flame shot up from the cold fuselage, he slowly lit the cigarette, held it in the corner of his mouth, The aura is strong and the expression is cool.

Daiyu looked at him, moved her lips, and said in a low tone, "Mr. Mo, smoking damages blood quality and is not good for your health..."

Mo Zhixuan ignored it, but slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, blurring the sharp facial features.

Daiyu bit her lower lip, a little at a loss, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mo, did I talk too much? Actually, I don't mean anything else, I just care about your health."

At this moment, with a 'squeak' sound, the door opened, and Elder Void walked out from the door.

Mo Zhixuan's expression changed, he quickly threw the half-lit cigarette on the ground, and walked towards the void.

"How about it?"

Elder Xu Kong's face was slightly pale, and his voice was weak, "Don't worry, Miss Chu has woken up."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Zhixuan strode towards the house.

18 full days.

He finally waited for the news.

"Master, are you alright?" Dai Yu came over to support Kong Kong.

"I'm fine," Kong Kong patted Daiyu's hand, signaling her to rest assured.

Daiyu nodded, and walked into the house with Kongkong.

Chu Jin just felt like he had a long dream. In the dream, soldiers fought against iron horses, and the sky was full of artillery fire.

A woman who couldn't see her face clearly, dressed in fresh clothes and angered horses, washed the battlefield with blood, and finally unified the four continents and became a generation of empress.

...

This dream is too long, but also real.

Her mood changed with the woman in the dream who couldn't see her face clearly.

She and her, like one person, but also like two people.

She could even feel the heart-piercing pain when the Empress was betrayed by her closest relatives.

The empress is so proud, she would rather die than surrender.

A silent tear fell from the corner of the eye to the black hair.

"No!" Chu Jin suddenly opened his eyes, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

At the same time, Ah Zi's voice sounded in his mind, "Brother Jin, welcome back."

At the end of the sentence, Ah Zi stretched her waist, and then said, "I, Zi Hansan, have finally come back!"

Ah Zi's voice instantly brought her back from the dream to reality.

Chu Jin sat up from the bed, looked around, and communicated with Ah Zi consciously, "Where am I?"

She remembered that she seemed to have blocked a shot for Song Shiqin, the ghost bullet stopped at the sight of blood.

Then what?

Song Shiqin seemed to be carrying himself to the hospital.

What then?

After that, my mind went blank and I couldn't think of anything.

Ah Zi rubbed her head, "I don't know either, Brother Jin, after you fell into a coma, my consciousness disappeared along with it."

He and the host coexist.

The host is here, he is here.

The host dies, he dies.

Chu Jin felt a little pain in his brain, "Then, have I completed the last urgent task?"

Ah Zi raised her hand and flipped through the task bar, "It's done, now there's only that long-term task left."

"That's good." Chu Jin breathed a sigh of relief, "But where is this?"

Shouldn't I be in the hospital?

Looking at this place, it's quaint, and it doesn't look like a hospital.

Also, what I was wearing was not a hospital gown, but a light blue vintage gown with buttons.

The stitches are very delicate, not like they are made by a machine, but more like they are made by hand.

Ah Zi touched her chin with a thoughtful expression on her face, "Brother Jin, be careful yourself, although I don't know where this is, but I have detected two very powerful energies around, although there is no malicious intent, But the heart of guarding against others is indispensable.”