Chapter 110: Believe

Rong Xian rubbed the beads on his lower wrist, and glanced at Ling Juncong with a profound expression, pondering the idea of ​​making this person into a puppet doll in his heart. He would have his own consciousness and his own body, but he His consciousness and body will be out of his control.
Seems very interesting.
However, this person is a family member, which makes her unhappy.
Just look at it later, maybe Hanxi will like it.
Rong Xian seems to have opened the door to a new world, and the eyes and corners of the eyebrows are the children's joy to discover novel toys.
Knowing nothing, Ling Jun followed her stupidly, devoting herself to busyness, and can only say that the ignorant is fearless.
The two stopped talking and stopped.
Rong Xian looked up at the small water flowing down from the height. It is hard to imagine that it was a beautiful waterfall 13 years ago.
Once, the place was full of children's laughter, birds called insects, and the drugstore of Caiyi was planted in this fertile land.
Now there is only a wild field left unattended. Looking at it, all are rising weeds. The smile on Rong Xian's face disappears, and his tone is inexplicably heavy: "Let's go here."
Ling Jun was a little puzzled. As soon as he wanted to ask where it was, he saw Rong Xian holding a silver needle on his right fingertip. The silver needle passed quickly from his left wrist, and the red blood dripped on the grass.
Her movements are not fast, after all, she is just a mortal, how can she surpass the monk's vision. But she did not drag the water, this unpleasant movement speed just happened to make Lingjun never stop.
"Rong Xian." Ling Jun shouted from silence.
Rong Xian was not injured when he was chased by so many monks, but now he was injured under his eyelids, which made Jun look cold and his face full of anger.
This person's hand is for diagnosis of the pulse, it is a life-saving, how can it be hurt!
Rong Xian held her wrists, and her clear eyes were full of soft tolerance. Her expression was a little depressed: "Jun Cong, sorry, I can't help you."
She looked down at the weeds on the ground, and the withered weeds were absorbing the blood that radiated a faint golden light, and the huge vitality inside made them want to seize it.
Ling Juncong's anger was drowned out by this pitiful expression. He looked down Rong Xian's eyes. After the grass and trees on the ground absorbed Rong Xian's blood, his vitality and familiarity were very scenes. He didn't quite understand Rong Xian. The meaning in the words.
Isn't this good? Why did she apologize?
But the next scene made Lingjun sweat from his forehead, and when those turbulent weeds grew to the extreme, they suddenly melted like snowflakes exposed to the sun, and finally disappeared.
"What's going on?" Ling Jun asked dumbly from his voice.
His hands were shaking and his heart was filled with congratulations.
Fortunately, he did not quietly get some Rong Xian's blood to treat Yue Er, otherwise Yue Er's end would be no different from this weed.
I am afraid that such a bizarre scene, no one thought, Ling Jun swallowed, and his gaze was not recovered from the weeds that disappeared in front of him. He asked, "Why does this happen to the essence of the sword emperor?"
The wound on Rong Xian's fingertips on the wrist was healed instantly, and no trace of it was visible.
She took another piece of parchment from her arms and wiped the blood off her wrist.
After the scrub was finished, a flame burst out from the palm of the hand, burning the parchment to ashes.
Only then did she look at Ling Juncong, her eyes still clear, but with a slight melancholy like the deep sea: "Have you heard of 'sunshade'?"
When she said this, she looked at Ling Juncon intently, and seemed to want something from his look, but apparently, Ling Jun never heard of it.
Ling Jun asked blankly, "What is the shade?"
The storm gathered in Rong Xian's eyes disappeared instantly. She was silent for a moment, and said quietly, "I have been poisoned. It's called sunshade. The picture you see is also caused by sunshade."
Ling Jun changed his face, and Rong Xian did not give him a chance to ask questions. She took the first two steps, gently touching the blade of grass, and said in a tone that could not hear sadness and joy: "This kind of poison can never make people When you touch the sun, once it is hit by the sun, the consequences will be what you just saw.
"But you can." Ling Jun emphasised seriously.
The poison cannot shine in the sun, but Rong Xian is now in the sun.
Rong Xian's mouth is slightly angled, her eyes are soft and not half hazy, and her eyes are also cunning with a smile: "Jun Cong, I'm a doctor. Doctors can not only cure and save people, but also poison and detoxify."
She groaned for a moment, as if organizing the language: "Since I was in the shade, I have found a way to detoxify. But obviously, I failed."
She said there was no frustration when she failed, just as she said lightly that she was poisoned, softly as if not worth mentioning.
"There is no cure for shading," she said suddenly.
Lingjun flinched sharply from his pupils, subconsciously took two steps towards Rong Xian, and stopped again.
As if Rong Xian didn't see his dysfunction, he slowly said: "I have made five Zhuo Hua Dan from countless Zhiyang herbs, and each one can restrain the shading for five days, and after five days, the shading will return. Come. But Zhuo Hua Dan can not be used continuously. It will burn people's internal organs. Only with an interval of one month can the pain caused by the burning in my body be healed. "
After a pause, she looked up at the bright sun in the sky and said softly, "Today is the fifth day."
Ling Jun looked at Rong Xian from Gaoer, the man turned his back to the sun and looked at him. The light obscured the look of the man and blurred the body. At this moment, Rong Xian was frighteningly frightening and seemed to be inadvertent. It will disappear like that weed.
"Rong Xian." Ling Jun listened to his tone firmly and said, "There will be a solution, and the sunshade will definitely be solved."
He could not forget that this man was holding the sun with his hands on the cliff, like contentment and happiness when he caught everything. I can't forget that when this man looked at the sun, he didn't care about his burning eyes, even the tearful eyes were full of nostalgia.
"I will find a way." Ling Jun repeated.
His eyes were sincere, and his steadfastness seemed like nothing could make him change his mind. Even if there was a sea of ​​fire in front of him, he would not take a step back.
Ling Jun thought the same from his heart. He couldn't imagine that Rong Xian could only hide in the life in the future. Those warm and clear eyes should be full of warmth, and should not be covered by the coldness and darkness.
Rong Xian bent her eyes, smiled warmly, and sighed, "I believe in you."
A passionate person will always do something incomprehensible for the person he loves.
When she saw Ling Jun from the first glance, she sensed that Ling Jun was out of luck.
She possesses merit, and has been entangled with karma for a long time, and has a slight sense of this kind of shy stuff.