Chapter 807: Staying in the willow room, do not sleep

Liusu is the best inn in Hanqiu City, next to the most beautiful lake in the city, surrounded by an ancient willow, the most quiet in spring and summer, but in the winter season, the lake ice has not melted, and the ancient willow has no leaves , Standing by the window and looking at the surrounding scenery through the stars, it will inevitably feel a bit desolate.
Han Qiucheng under the night is very quiet, without any noisy sounds, and it is even reminiscent of the cemetery. Wang Po was still in Tiannan and did not return to Tianliang County. However, the Zhu family looked like it would wither until it was digested. Many changes in the world always came so suddenly, which was a bit unexpected.
Nan Ke's voice made him wake up from contemplation, turned around and walked to the bed to sit down.
Nan Ke took off his shoes and socks and let go, then put his feet in the basin, scrubbing with his head down carefully.
The temperature of the hot water in the basin is just right. It won't be hot or it will feel cold after a while. Presumably she has just tried it herself, just like the nights at the Hanya Racecourse.
During the days when Chen Changsheng was comatose and inconvenienced after waking up, Nanke was responsible for feeding him and scrubbing his body.
He tried to refuse many times but couldn't convince her, just like tonight.
"I'm almost completely injured now. Will I come by these things myself?"
"not good."
Nanke didn't lift it.
She doesn't remember anything now, only that Chen Changsheng is the most important person to herself.
Then she should serve him well to ensure that he is alive and recovering as soon as possible.
After thinking for a long time, Chen Changsheng said honestly: "I'm not sure... can cure your disease."
"But only you can cure it, right?"
Nanke raised his head and stared at him.
The distance between her eyes no longer continued to widen because of the broken soul, but her eyes still looked dull.
When she looks at something or people so intently, it's actually scary.
But Chen Changsheng is now used to it.
After washing, Nanke unbuttoned his suitcase naturally and laid the bedding on the floor, but instead of going to sleep, he took off his jacket and sat down in front of Chen Changsheng.
The night before leaving the Hanya Racecourse, Chen Changsheng began to try to treat her.
Even if it was a little girl with dementia now, Nanke vaguely felt that being naked in front of a man was a bad thing.
But now she is used to it.
Chen Changsheng's fingers flicked over the stone beads, and he entered the park with divine consciousness and took out his dagger.
Immediately after, he took a gold needle from the Tibetan front.
When Zhenyuan is infused, the tip of the golden needle trembles slightly, piercing Nanke's seemingly delicate skin, which is actually very difficult to break, and penetrates into her meridians.
Over the years, he has cured the fallen disease, healed the wound of Xuanyuan, and he has also cured the folded sleeve for a long time. The ability to observe the insignificance through the golden needle to the real yuan is much stronger than when he first arrived in Kyoto , But still have no confidence to cure Nanke's disease.
Because Nanke is not a demon race, it is a demon race.
Through these few nights of treatment, Chen Changsheng had a deeper understanding of the demon's body, and the more he knew, the more incredible he felt.
The appearance of the demon's body and the human race's body seem to be very small, especially the royal family like Nanke, but in some respects there is a huge difference.
Those differences are mainly concentrated in meridians, monasteries, Qiqiao, and knowledge of the sea.
The Demon Race has meridians, but there is no Qi Qi, and there is no Yufu.
The most important thing is that the sea knowledge of the demon race is not like a sea of ​​real consciousness like humans or demon races, but more like a haze of light.
The question is whether the light in the mist is a fragment of consciousness or an objective existence?
Chen Changsheng is curious about the looming, yet ubiquitous light, because he always feels like he has seen it in a vague way.
Regrettably, although Nanke has opened up his consciousness as much as possible, Chen Changsheng still has no way to reach the depths of her consciousness unless he is not worried that Nanke will become real because of his conscious invasion. Idiot, or die directly, so he can't see the true face of those lights.
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Zhu Ye’s remains have been secretly transported back to Hanqiu City, but they have never been buried, because the Zhu family and the Peerless Sect don’t know what to do, because his remains are crippled, like being eaten by beasts, but deserted Hanqiucheng has almost become a cemetery.
Even if Dao Zun and Xiang Wang watched Zhu Luo continue to take refuge in Zhu Luo's situation, how could a family without a real strongman survive in such a sinister world forever? Not to mention, the entire continent knows that Wang Po will one day return to Hanqiu City to ask for what he lost.
The piece of Wanliu Garden outside Hanqiu City seemed to have predicted today's situation in advance. It burned once a few years ago and burned paper money for itself in advance.
Not far from Wanliu Garden is the ancestral tomb of the Zhu family. Only the Zhu family heads or elders who have made great contributions in the past are eligible to be buried here.
The starlight is very good tonight, and the tombs and tombstones are shining very clearly. If you carefully read the words on the tombstones, you should be able to understand the entire history of the Zhu Family and Peerless Sect.
There was a thin figure deep in the tomb, with a hunched back, waving his hands vigorously, digging continuously, and at the same time chanting something in his mouth.
The starlight fell on his face, and his crooked eyes and muzzle appeared more terrifying, and more terrifying than all the tombstones combined.
The saliva spewing from his mouth was very smelly, and it smelled worse than the smell of corpse water in all the graves dug out.
Yes, this skinny humpback man is digging a grave. His slender nails are full of mud and carrion flesh. Somehow it is extremely sharp. He can dig a grave soon, only half an hour, All 17 tombs of Zhu Jiazu's grave were dug by him.
Whether it is carrion or bones, it is the best harvest for the skinny hunched man.
His eyes glowed, his saliva dribbled more, and he made an extremely obscure sound. Only by listening carefully could he understand the general meaning.
Your Zhu family is about to perish.
-Then give me your resentment and soullessness, and I will help you to kill your enemies.
The humpback skinny suddenly sat down cross-legged, knotted the lotus seat, greeted the star with his palm, closed his eyes and meditated.
He is obviously using the most authentic Taoism of the state religion, which is solemn and even sacred in the starlight.
But his mouth and nose were skewed, his eyes could not be completely closed, and he looked very ugly.
The most authentic Chinese religion, the most beautiful starlight, the ugly humpback man.
This very different contrast reveals some ridiculousness and absurdity, and somehow it is terrifying.
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