Shen Jiao packed her things and followed the previous route to find Shen Qingfeng.

Shen Qingfeng was seriously injured, but because she would come and apply some kind of medicine that she didn't know from time to time, his wounds had begun to scab over.

Except for a very few deep wounds.

Whether it was a misperception or a sixth sense, Shen Jiao felt that Ji Yan was really in Qibei Mountain, and she decided to run away.

Therefore, before leaving, he planned to apply the medicine to Shen Qingfeng one last time, and then leave his fate to fate.

Unfortunately, Shen Qingfeng, who had been in a coma for several days, suddenly opened his eyes just as Shen Jiao finished sprinkling the medicinal powder like sprinkling cumin powder.

"Buddha!"

Shen Jiao: "..." Is the child stupid? He can't even recognize her face?

Or perhaps the original owner wasn't very familiar with this nominal third brother?

After Shen Jiao finished her good deed, she turned and left.

Shen Qingfeng stopped her: "Bodhisattva, there is something I don't understand. Why did you use that person's face when you descended to the mortal realm to save me?"

Shen Jiao had finally accepted the Bodhisattva's identity, but this "disciple" almost broke her defenses again.

She asked, "Who is that person?"

If anyone else had asked Shen Qingfeng, he certainly wouldn't have said that, but facing his bodhisattva and his god, he couldn't lie. He said, "My sister."

Shen Jiao turned back and tugged at a strand of Shen Qingfeng's hair: "Does it hurt?"

Shen Qingfeng: "...It hurts."

Shen Jiao shattered his faith word by word: "Since it hurts, stop dreaming. The one who will save you is either a Bodhisattva or that person, let's just say your sister!"

Shen Qingfeng's eyes widened: "!!!"

That's impossible!

You're talking nonsense!

Waaaaah, give me back my sister... oh no, give me back my Buddha!