Zhao Zhao slept for a long time and when he woke up, it was already evening the next day.

Lan Sheng noticed that he had woken up and immediately dropped what he was doing and rushed over.

When he pushed the door open, he saw a pair of sparkling eyes staring at him.

"Zhao Zhao."

Lan Sheng called out.

Zhao Zhao was playing with the sparkling gem in her hand. When she saw him, she suddenly remembered something and asked, "Lan Sheng, when will the battle between immortals and demons begin?"

"Five days later." Time was very tight. The day after tomorrow they would take the disciples who were participating in the war to Danzhou. Just as he was about to say that he would not let Zhao Zhao go, he saw Zhao Zhao staring at him with expectant eyes.

"Lan Sheng, I want to go too."

Lan Sheng hesitated, "Your injury..."

Zhao Zhao immediately threw off the quilt to show that he was fine, "I feel very good now."

The sword spirit had a strong self-healing ability, and the medicines used on him by Yan Shaoqi and Lan Sheng were all excellent, so his wounds healed very quickly.

Lan Sheng didn't believe it and insisted on checking.

Zhao Zhao took off her clothes neatly to prove it. Although the sword spirit's lively movements were very funny, Lan Sheng couldn't laugh when he saw the injuries on his body.

Wenrou helped him put on his clothes and said softly, "Then go."

"But you can't run around." He softened his heart and agreed to Zhao Zhao's request, hoping that there would be no accidents in the battle between immortals and demons.

Zhao Zhao smiled sweetly. Lan Sheng stared into his eyes and suddenly asked, "What color clothes do you want to wear when you go to the battle between immortals and demons?"

"Royal blue!" Zhao Zhao blurted out without thinking.

Lan Sheng smiled and took out a lot of clothes from the storage bag.

"These are all royal blue robes. Zhaozhao can choose the style he likes." When asking this, Lan Sheng stared at Zhaozhao's expression without blinking.

Unfortunately, Zhao Zhao was so engrossed in looking at the clothes that he didn't notice it at all.

He pointed to a simpler vestment and said with a smile, "I want this one."

"Zhao Zhao, look carefully, do you want this royal blue robe?" Lan Sheng picked up the clothes he pointed to, and his smile faded slightly.

"Yes, I want this one. I like blue and I prefer simpler ones." Zhao Zhao didn't notice Lan Sheng's weirdness and kept talking about his preferences.

"But Zhao Zhao, look carefully, what color is this?"

Zhao Zhao was puzzled. "It's royal blue."

Lan Sheng picked up another piece of clothing and asked, "What about this one?"

Zhao Zhao was puzzled. "Lan Sheng, didn't you say they were all royal blue?"

"Really?" Lan Sheng's expression was stiff. He put down his clothes, softened his tone, and asked gently, "Zhao Zhao, what's wrong with your eyes?"

It was over. Lan Sheng seemed to have set a trap for him. Zhao Zhao realized it belatedly and looked at the pile of clothes with his eyes rolling around.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Lan Sheng confirmed his thoughts, "When did it start?"

Zhao Zhao lowered his head.

Lan Sheng asked to himself, "Was it before going to Yuanya?"

Zhao Zhao was helpless, "Lan Sheng, how do you know everything?"

Lan Sheng couldn't laugh. "What's going on? Why can't my eyes recognize colors?"

Zhao Zhao waved his hand as if nothing happened. "Something went wrong during training, but it's just that I don't recognize the colors. It's no big deal."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Zhao Zhao's eyes turned and he said softly, "There's nothing to say."

“…”

There was a moment of silence. Zhao Zhao leaned forward, hugged his neck, swayed his body, and said, "Lan Sheng, don't be angry, don't be angry."

Lan Sheng's voice was slightly hoarse, "I understand."

Zhao Zhao must have felt that he was not strong enough to protect him from the wind and rain, so he felt that it was useless to talk to him.

After all, he is too weak...