The big boss of metaphysics is sick again, and Fu Shaoqi is lucky to continue his life

"It's Xiaobai."

The spiritual method of the same origin as her.

"I'm not in my prime now, so what's so strange about being blocked by a junior in the realm?"

Little Lucky Star...

Why does it faintly see a little proud look on the boss's face?

"Something really happened to the realm. It's a pity that such a good seedling is left outside." Lingyun sighed faintly.

Little Lucky Star was silent.

The realm of escaping the world for a hundred years, no one in the Taoist sect knows where these people have gone. Since the announcement of escaping the world, the great sect has evaporated like the world, and there is not even the slightest movement in the Xuanmen.

After appreciating Lingyun, she left the study.

Nightingale searched a group of people overnight, but did not find a traitor among them. These people were all killed by following Fu Xiuyun in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, and they were the most loyal people.

Day two.

Fu Xiuyun was still asleep.

Lingyun opened the curtains of the room, and the warm sunlight just shone on Fu Xiuyun.

Lingyun stood at the head of the bed, showing a smile: "Little Lucky Bag, you have been asleep for too long, please sleep for half a day~"

Little Fuxing suddenly said, "Boss, Nightingale is outside the door."

Lingyun's eyes moved, and she bent down to press a kiss on Fu Xiuyun's thin lips before going out.

Nightingale, who came in a hurry, bumped into Lingyun head-on.

"Miss Lingyun."

Nightingale lowered her head in shame, "The subordinates are incompetent, and no traitor was found."

Lingyun smiled coolly, and asked, "Is it incompetence or unwillingness to believe it?"

Nightingale was startled.

"The talisman is buried in the Podocarpus bonsai, and the bonsai is in the study. How many people in the villa can go in and out of the study? Find out among these few people." Ling Yun spoke lightly, looking at Nightingale with a half-smile.

Nightingale felt the pressure doubled.

Indeed, there are only a few people who can enter and leave the study room, one is him, and the other is the nanny who single-handedly raised Fu Xiuyun, who is usually responsible for cleaning the study room, and is the person the third master can't trust the most!

"Miss Lingyun, that person single-handedly dragged the third master into the nanny, and his subordinates cannot make decisions."

"Take care of him. If you can't make a decision, wait for Fu Xiuyun to wake up and ask him."

Yeying's face beamed when she heard this, "Miss Lingyun, you mean the third master is going to wake up soon?"

Ling Yun frowned and calculated: "About twelve noon, let the kitchen prepare porridge and soft food."

Nightingale: "It's already been prepared."

Looking at Lingyun's eyes became more respectful.

It turns out that what is said on the Internet is true, Miss Lingyun is really a master of metaphysics.

It can only be said that the third master has discerning eyes, and at a glance, he can see that Miss Lingyun, who was still an ugly duckling back then, is a bright pearl.

The corners of Lingyun's lips curled slightly, and she ordered: "I'm hungry, I'll have breakfast in my room."

Nightingale went down to make arrangements.

……

As Ling Yun said, at noon, Fu Xiuyun, who had been in a coma, slowly opened his eyes when the clock pointed to twelve o'clock.

"A Yun?"

In his eyes was the little girl who thought about it day and night. Fu Xiuyun was in a trance for a moment, only feeling that he was still in a dream.

The man who has been in a coma for a long time has a hoarse and obscure voice. The man's voice is eager and full of uncertainty: "A Yun? Is it really you? Am I still in a dream?"

"So Ah Yun has been in Ah Yun's dream?"

The girl smiled brightly, and the slightly raised corners of her lips showed the girl's mood at this time.

"It's true..." the man murmured, wanting to raise his hand to stroke the girl's hair, but he had no strength left and could only move the corners of his lips: "I thought it was a dying illusion..."

Lingyun's voice raised slightly: "Stupid Ajun, no one can let you die without my permission, not even Lord Yan!"

After seeing Fu Xiuyun wake up with her own eyes, Nightingale sent people to prepare food.

Fu Xiuyun woke up!

The Yuncheng Villa, which had been shrouded in cloud for half a month, finally saw the sunshine through the clouds and mists.

Nightingale's attitude towards Lingyun became more and more respectful.

I can't wait to travel back and take back the words I said to Miss Lingyun before.

in the room.

Fu Xiuyun had just recovered from a serious illness, and was so emaciated that he was uncharacteristically thin.

Lingyun held the porridge bowl and fed it spoon by spoon.

Fu Xiuyun leaned against the head of the bed, enjoying the joy of the girl's feeding.

"Ayun, I almost thought I'd never see you again." Fu Xiuyun suddenly said.

There was a hoarseness in his voice.

With Lingyun's eyes on her face, she snorted: "You are mine, and no one can take your life except me."

"Yes, I belong to Ah Yun."

Hearing the girl's oath, Fu Xiuyun smiled gently.

With a small face, Lingyun directed: "Lie down and sleep."

Fu Xiuyun's body has been delayed for too long, and it is seriously worn out. Even if he wakes up now, his body is still very weak.

Fu Xiuyun lay down and slept obediently.

When Lingyun was about to leave, someone grabbed her wrist, and she fell onto the big bed lightly.

"..."

Fu Xiuyun naturally pulled the little girl into his arms, covered her with the quilt, and lay down with her eyes closed.

Lingyunmo.

She really underestimated Fu Xiuyun's physical fitness.

"Ayun, it's been a long time."

Fu Xiuyun held the little girl in his arms, resting his chin on the top of the little girl's soft hair, his deep black eyes were unusually clear.

The original anger disappeared because of this sentence.

"Um……"

Lingyun hummed lightly, softened her body and found a comfortable position in the man's arms and closed her eyes.

People who are sick have bitter fragrance in their arms.

It is precisely because of this bitter fragrance that the body, which is on the verge of depletion of aura, continues to recover.

Until the person in his arms breathed steadily, Fu Xiuyun slowly opened his eyes, looking at the little girl gently.

He didn't say that he had a dream.

In the dream, I seemed to see the aura of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Not like this, the person in the dream has a beautiful appearance, picturesque eyebrows, wearing a green cheongsam, holding an oil-paper umbrella and standing by the misty lake, like a delicate puppet without a trace of human emotions.

……

Fu Xiuyun looked down at Lingyun who was sleeping soundly. This face did not resemble the person in the dream, but his intuition told him that the person in the dream was Lingyun.

Fu Xiuyun never believed in past and present lives, let alone strange powers, but now...before he and Ah Yun, did they still have fate in past lives?

-

When Lingyun woke up, it was as dark as ink outside the window.

She was alone on the bed.

She sat up, her mind was confused for a moment, where is the little uncle?

"woke up?"

A gentle and deep male voice sounded not far away.

Lingyun followed the voice and looked over, Fu Xiuyun was sitting in a wheelchair by the window, with dinner on the table in front of him.

See Lingyun woke up and greeted: "Are you hungry? Come and eat."

The man wears a pair of eyes, wears a thin coat on his shoulders, and holds a newspaper in his hand.

Apparently after waking up for a while, she went to the window in order not to disturb Lingyun's sleep.

"..."

Ling Yun walked over wearing her shoes, snatched the newspaper with one hand and snorted coldly: "Don't read these sad things until your health is not good."

Fu Xiuyun laughed helplessly, and said dotingly: "I listen to Ah Yun."?