Immortal Voices Chapter 110: Believe
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Rong Xian rubbed the beads on his wrist, and his eyes swept across Ling Juncong with a deep meaning, thinking in his heart the idea of making this person a puppet doll. He will have his own consciousness and his own body. , But his consciousness and body will not be under his control.
It seems very interesting.
But this person is from the Ling family, which makes her unhappy.
Forget it, let's take a look at that time, maybe Hanxi will like it.
Rong Xian is like opening the door to a new world. The corners of his eyebrows and eyes are the joy of children discovering novel toys.
Ling Jun, who knows nothing, followed her stupidly, and showed his hospitality after being busy. I can only say that the ignorant are fearless.
The conversation between the two stopped, and their footsteps stopped.
Rong Xian looked up at the small water flowing down from the heights. It is hard to imagine that this was a beautiful waterfall thirteen years ago.
Once, this place was full of children's laughter, birds called and insects, and Caiyi's medicine shop was also planted in this fertile land.
Now there is only an unmaintained field. Looking around, it is full of turbulent weeds. The smile on Rong Xian's face disappeared, and her tone was inexplicably heavy: "Just here."
Ling Juncong was a little puzzled. He just wanted to ask where it was when he saw Rong Xian holding a silver needle between the tips of her right finger. The silver needle was quickly swiped across her left wrist, and the red blood was dripping on it. On the grass.
Her movements are not fast, after all, she is just a mortal, how can she be faster than the monk's vision. But she didn't get muddled, and this unpleasant movement speed happened to make Ling Jun never able to stop it.
"Rong Xian." Ling Jun cried out in silence.
Rong Xian was not injured when he was chased by so many monks, but now he was hurt under his eyelids. This made Ling Jun's expression cold and his face was full of anger.
This person’s hand is for pulse diagnosis, it is for saving people, how can it hurt!
Rong Xian raised her bleeding wrist, her clear eyes were full of soft tolerance, and her expression was a little frustrated: "Juncong, I'm sorry, I can't help you."
She looked down at the weeds on the ground, the withered weeds frantically absorbed the blood that exuded a faint golden light, and the huge vitality in it made them instinctively want to take it.
Ling Juncong’s anger was extinguished by this pitiful expression. He followed Rong Xian’s sight. After the vegetation on the ground absorbed Rong Xian’s blood, the vigorously familiar scene, he was not very familiar with the scene. Understand the meaning of Rong Xian's words.
Isn't this a good place? Why would she apologize?
But in the next scene, Ling Jun burst into cold sweat from his forehead. When the turbulent weeds grew to the extreme, they suddenly melted like snowflakes irradiated by the sun, and finally disappeared. not see.
"What's this?" Ling Jun asked dryly from his voice.
His hands are shaking a little, and his heart is full of rejoice.
Fortunately, he didn't secretly get some of Rong Xian's blood to treat Yue'er, otherwise Yue'er's fate would be no different from this wild grass.
I'm afraid no one would have thought of this bizarre scene. Ling Jun swallowed and still did not take his eyes back from the weeds that disappeared in front of him. He asked: "Why does the essence of the sword emperor have this situation?"
Rong Xian touched the wound on his wrist with a fingertip, and the wound healed instantly, with no traces visible.
She took another veil from her arms and wiped the blood from her wrist.
After wiping, a ball of flame emerged from the palm of his hand, burning the veil to ashes.
At this time, she looked at Ling Juncong, her eyes were still clear, but like a deep sea, with a touch of melancholy: "Have you ever heard of'shading'?"
When she said this, she looked at Ling Juncong intently, as if she wanted something from his look, but it was clear that Ling Juncong hadn't heard of it.
Ling Jun asked blankly: "What is sunshade?"
The storm that gathered in Rong Xian's eyes dissipated instantly. She was silent for a moment, and said quietly: "I have a poison called Sunshade. The scene you see is also caused by sunshade."
Ling Jun’s expression changed. Rong Xian didn’t give him a chance to ask questions. She took two steps forward, gently touching the grass blades, and said in a tone that couldn’t hear the joys and sorrows. People can never touch the sunlight. Once the sunlight hits, the result will be what you just saw, and it will be wiped out."
"But you can." Ling Jun Cong emphasized earnestly.
This poison can't shine in the sun, but Rong Xian is in the sun now.
The corners of Rong Xian’s mouth are slightly raised, her eyes are soft and not half haze, and her eyes are still a knowing smile: "Jun Cong, I am a doctor. Doctors can not only cure diseases and save people, but can also detoxify. ."
She pondered for a moment, and seemed to be organizing her language: "Since I got out of the sun, I have tried a way to detoxify. But obviously, I failed."
She didn't feel any frustration when she said that she failed, just like she said lightly that she was poisoned, softly and softly as if not worth mentioning.
"The sunshade has no cure," she said suddenly.
Ling Jun suddenly shrank from his pupils, subconsciously took two steps towards Rong Xian, and stopped again.
Rong Xian didn’t seem to see his gaffe, and said slowly: “I used countless Zhiyang medicinal materials to refine five Burning Hua Dan, each of which can restrain the sun for five days, and after five days, the sun will be clear. It will come back. But Burning Huadan cannot be used continuously. It will burn people’s internal organs. Only one month apart can I heal the pain caused by Burning Huadan in my body."
After a pause, she looked up at the bright sunshine in the sky and said softly: "Today is the fifth day."
Ling Jun looked at Rong Xian from Ji'er. The person looked at him with his back to the sun. The light blurred the person’s expression and the person’s body. At this moment, Rong Xian was illusory and frightening, as if One inadvertently will disappear like that weed.
"Rong Xian." Ling Juncong listened to his own tone and said firmly: "There will be a way, and the sun will be able to solve it."
He can't forget that this person is holding the sun in both hands on the cliff, as if he had grasped all the satisfaction and happiness. I can't forget that when this person 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 Juncong repeated.
His eyes are sincere, and his attitude is firm as if nothing can make him change his mind, even if the mountains and flames ahead, he will not take a step back.
Ling Jun thought the same in his heart. He couldn't imagine Rong Xian's life in which he could only hide in the dark all his life. Those warm and clear eyes should be full of warmth, and shouldn't be covered by cold and darkness. .
Rong Xian bent her eyes, smiled warmly, and sighed: "I believe you."
A passionate person will always do something incomprehensible for the person he loves.
When she saw Ling Jun from the first glance, she felt that Ling Jun was carrying great luck.
She has merits and has been entangled with karma for a long time, and she has a slight sense of this kind of ethereal things.