urban ninja

Feng Xiaomo has been by Leng Xuan's side these days, taking care of him carefully and cherishing every moment the two of them spend together.

But Leng Xuan has been in a coma. He hasn't even opened his eyes in the past few days. If it weren't for his heartbeat and breathing, Feng Xiaomo would have thought that Leng Xuan was dead.

After boiling the medicine, he put it in a small flowered porcelain bowl and brought it to the window. Feng Xiaomo took a spoonful of it, put it to his mouth and blew it gently, then put it to Leng Xuan's mouth and fed it.

Go down.

Sometimes, Leng Xuan just couldn't open his mouth, so Feng Xiaomo had to take a sip first, then feed the medicine mouth to mouth, and gave it to Leng Xuan together with his first kiss.

Feng Xiaomo doesn't have any shyness. Leng Xuan deserves this. He was so seriously injured for Feng Xiaomo, what does a kiss mean?

Leng Xuan was currently in the Bone Spirit's space. With the help of Prince Longyang, he was concentrating on cultivating Qi. With the addition of the mental method of "Proud Dragon Jue", cultivating Qi became twice the result with half the effort.

But after all, this was his first time practicing, and Leng Xuan didn't have much experience, so he could only cross the river by feeling the stones. During the few days of practice, he only had a little bit of true energy in his Dantian, which was not enough to break through the acquired first-level conditions.

In addition, "Proud Dragon Jue" is a very mysterious spiritual cultivation method, so Leng Xuan still had a little difficulty understanding it.

"Proud Dragon Jue" is divided into ten levels of mental methods, and the layers are interrelated. As long as the first level of mental methods is not mastered and integrated, you will not be able to continue to practice the second level. If you practice forcibly, you are likely to go wrong.

Possessed.

"Stop, take a rest." Long Yang was playing chess with Bone Spirit. When he saw the sweat on Leng Xuan's face, who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, he immediately stopped practicing.

"call..."

Leng Xuan took a long breath and felt that the "Proud Dragon Art" was very mysterious and could not be understood in two or three days.

"Hey, you lost." Bone Spirit pointed a black stone on the chessboard with his finger. There was a trace of pride on his face, and he said in his heart, boy, I can't beat you in a fight, but I am still slightly better than you in chess.

"Oh, the old gentleman is really good at chess, Long Yang admires him."

After a few days of getting along with each other, Long Yang's violent aura has dissipated a lot. Without the killing, he has a bit of a Taoist spirit. He actually became polite to the Bone Spirit.

"You two are so leisurely, but I'm suffering. I haven't made any progress in my cultivation." Leng Xuan smiled bitterly and shook his head. It would be great if his cultivation was like playing chess, which is determined within the universe and controlling the sky.

"Cultivation of God is not an easy task. You have to do it slowly. If you rush for success, you will inevitably rebel." Long Yang stood up and patted Leng Xuan on the shoulder, comforting him.

Leng Xuanshen nodded in agreement. If cultivating the gods was simple, the gods would have been so popular in this world, so why would mortals do it?

"You'd better go back and take a look first." Bone Spirit smiled and said, "Otherwise, your hand will be useless."

Leng Xuan suddenly remembered. His arm was broken by Liu Xiaoxiao. If he didn't get the help of Bone Spirit, the hand would probably be gone.

"Bone Spirit, you said you could heal my body after it was injured. Can this hand be restored now?" Leng Xuan asked.

Bone Spirit nodded and said: "Of course you can, but I can only repair the wound and cannot create another arm for you. After you go out, you have to find the broken arm and then I can reattach it for you."

Repair, but remember, you cannot act immediately after the arm is attached. After all, it was injured by the true energy, and it will take a while to fully recover."

"I understand." Leng Xuan nodded and replied. This true energy was indeed extremely lethal, and even the Bone Spirit did not have the strength to completely repair it.

Afterwards, Leng Xuan said goodbye to the two of them and returned to reality.

"Hiss...it hurts..."

When his consciousness returned to his body, Leng Xuan felt a heartbreaking pain from his broken arm. The feeling of having his broken arm was really unpleasant.

"Leng Xuan, you're awake." Feng Xiaomo, who was feeding Leng Xuan medicine at the side, smiled excitedly: "You scared me to death. I thought you were dead."

After saying that, Feng Xiaomo's tears fell like spring rain, streaks of tears sliding down his fair and pretty face.

"Xiao Mo, you've lost weight." Leng Xuan looked at Feng Xiaomo lovingly. He had only been in coma for a few days, but Feng Xiaomo seemed to have lost weight. Although the woman was a little thinner, Xiao Mo's leanness still made her look slimmer.

Leng Xuan was heartbroken.

"It's okay, I've been losing weight recently." Seeing that Leng Xuan was fine, Feng Xiaomo also burst into laughter, with a smile on his face.

Leng Xuan is alive, better than anything else!

"By the way, have you seen my arm?" The arm was important, so I looked at the broken arm and turned to ask Xiao Mo.

Hearing this, Xiao Mo's sadness was aroused again, and he shook his head gently, "I'm sorry, your arm was broken because of me."

"Stop talking nonsense." Leng Xuan consoled him, "Hurry up and find it for me. I'm going to connect it."

"Ah?" Feng Xiaomo opened his mouth in disbelief. It has been many days, and his arm is probably withered and shrunken. How can he pick it up? Even if it can be picked up, can it still be used?

"Don't be stunned, go find it quickly." Leng Xuan said firmly: "If you can't find it, I will be really disabled. Will you support me in the future?"

Hearing the last sentence, Feng Xiaomo's heart felt sweet. She really wanted to be with Leng Xuan for the rest of her life, even if Leng Xuan was disabled.

Seeing Leng Xuan's solemn expression, Feng Xiaomo didn't dare to say anything. Maybe Leng Xuan really had a way.

Later, she returned to the room where Leng Xuan and Liu Xiaoxiao fought, but the room had been cleaned long ago, and all the blood stains on the wall had been wiped clean, not to mention the broken arm.

As anxious as an ant on a hot pot, Feng Xiaomo searched everywhere, but found nothing in the end. He happened to meet Liu Xiaoxiao and immediately stepped forward and asked, "Xiaoxiao, have you seen Leng Xuan's broken arm?"

"Broken arm?" Liu Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and asked curiously: "What do you want that for?"

"Leng Xuan woke up. He said he wanted to put the broken arm back." Feng Xiaomo said with a serious expression. Looking at the look on Liu Xiaoxiao's face, Feng Xiaomo guessed that Liu Xiaoxiao must know where the arm was.

"Haha, are you kidding? He can take it back." Liu Xiaoxiao seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, holding her stomach and laughing, not caring at all about the strange eyes of the guard next to her.

"It's true." Feng Xiaomo didn't have time to joke with Liu Xiaoxiao, so he asked eagerly: "Is it where you are?"

Liu Xiaoxiao took a breath, nodded slightly, and said: "To be honest, I just made a specimen. Now there is only one hand bone left, can he still take it back?"

Liu Xiaoxiao didn't believe that Leng Xuan could put back the arm that had only bones. Even if he put it back, it would be just bones without flesh and blood. (To be continued...)