The little turtle was finally taken away by Eric and his two companions.
Long Xi didn't seem to be worried that Prime Minister Turtle would be in any danger.
The lights in the room were taken out, the door was closed again, and the room was dark again.
It was pitch black, cold, and pitch dark.
Only the black dragon's body trembled and twitched unconsciously, causing the iron chains to make a creaking sound.
Chi Sui knelt beside Long Xi for a long time... a long time...
A long, long time later, Chi Sui suddenly heard a childish voice mumbling, "It hurts so much..."
“It hurts so much…”
That childish voice had become hoarse and low at some point. Chi Sui opened his eyes in a daze and saw a dim study.
“It hurts so much…”
From the other side of the screen, Long Xi's painful muttering, almost like a whisper, was heard.
Chi Sui lifted the quilt and broke out in a cold sweat because of this strange dream.
Go around the screen.
Standing outside the bed curtain, Chi Sui heard Long Xi's mumbling again.
"pain……"
The bed curtain was lifted, and in the dim moonlight, Chi Sui saw Long Xi lying on the bed.
He was wearing a black nightgown and no quilt. There was a pile of gold scattered on the bed. He was curled up on the bed, holding a familiar little black dragon in his right hand.
Sleeping curled up like a baby.
"it hurts……"
He muttered.
A layer of cold sweat has appeared on his forehead.
The loose robe spread out because of his movement, and Chi Sui saw his exposed arms.
Those were pale pink scars.
Chi Sui's pupils shrank. The scars were shaped like fish scales.
Thinking of the cold environment in the basement in the dream, Chi Sui was worried that he would be cold, so he took out a down quilt and gently covered Long Xi's curled up body.
Soon, Long Xi rolled up the quilt and wrapped himself in it.
Chi Sui let down the bed curtain and was about to go back to his room when the person on the bed suddenly sat up.
The noise was so loud that Chi Sui could even hear heavy breathing.
For a moment, she didn't know whether she should leave.
She stood there until the bed curtain was opened and a pair of large hands reached out.
Long Xi grabbed Chi Sui's hand through his sleeve.
Chi Sui sighed, thinking that Longlong was suffering from stress-induced trauma and needed her comfort.
Just as he was about to say a few words of comfort, he heard Long Xi say, "You really are dreaming."
Chi Sui was stunned. She looked down and found that her palm was held up by Long Xi, and the Demon King was looking at her palm at this moment.
But there was nothing in her palm.
"What are you looking at?"
Chi Sui was curious.
Long Xi waved his hand lightly, and Chi Sui saw a ball of purple mist passing through his palm. Soon, Chi Sui saw that his palm was covered with blood.
She shuddered, and in her nervousness she threw away Long Xi's hand that was holding her wrist.
She lit the lamp and looked at the palm of her hand. There was no wound, only a layer of blood that could not be rubbed off or wiped off.
Long Xi sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Chi Sui's back for a while, then looked away: "It was the blood on my body in the dream."
Chi Sui's body froze, and he had many questions in his mind. In the end, the only thing he could say was, "Are you still in pain?"
Long Xi was stunned.
Under the warm yellow light, his eyes and eyebrows were slightly softer.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, Chi Sui."
Chi Sui slowly sat down on the carpet, looking at the scars on Long Xi's exposed arms, and asked, "With your healing ability, is there no way to repair the scars?"
Perhaps it was because Chi Sui had discovered his memories and hidden secrets that Long Xi's originally restless mood gradually calmed down.
“Originally, there would be no scars.”
"But in order to ensure that I bleed constantly, he left the power of light near my wound."
Chi Sui frowned: "The power of light will prevent your body from healing?"
"Well, these forces of light are like maggots attached to my bones. They will continue to burn my wounds, making it difficult for them to heal on their own."
In the eyes of the world, the power of light symbolizes brightness and hope, but Chi Sui remembered that Long Xi said that this kind of magic is not something purely beautiful as stereotyped by the world.
"Whether a power is good or bad depends on who uses it."
Long Xi rarely talks so much.
Chi Sui was silent for a moment: "I want to try to pull out the light power near your wound."
Looking at Chi Sui's porcelain-white little hand stretched out and making a gesture of pulling a radish, Long Xi's eyebrows curved.
He is laughing.
At this moment, Chi Sui realized that he was not yet an adult, but just a young boy.
He can laugh too, and he has a childish and pure side.
"Then you should practice well. When you are better than Eric in using the power of light, help me extract the power of light."
Long Xi's pure smile quickly disappeared, and his face returned to laziness and indifference.
He raised his hand slightly, and the blood on Chi Sui's palm disappeared.
"Were you aware of my existence in your dream?"
Chi Sui was curious.
Long Xi shook his head: "My dreams are my memories. When I dream, I will relive the things in my memory. I can't see you, nor can I feel your presence."
“I’ll only notice it the moment I wake up.”
Early the next morning, after Chi Sui had breakfast with Long Xi and Prime Minister Gui, he used the excuse of going to work to refuse Prime Minister Gui's invitation to play Landlord.
Chi Sui returned to his room and after thinking about it, he still cared about Eric's affairs.
She called Ole and asked him to tell her about Eric's deeds.
In fact, after all, it’s all about these few things. No matter what the history books say, people who have read the history books can only get a glimpse of the truth that the history books want you to know.
Chi Sui was a little discouraged, and complained to Ole about why there was no such thing as unofficial history in the Kingdom of Cassio.
In the following days, Chi Sui's animal manure organic fertilizer sold very well, and after Al's promotion, many farmers also bought some high-grade organic fertilizer.
The so-called high-grade organic fertilizer is actually the same kind that Chi Sui had experimented with before, an organic fertilizer fermented from monster feces and water in a 1:1 ratio.
Because this type of organic fertilizer takes a long time to ferment and has a slightly higher cost, and the organic fertilizer produced has been proven to be effective, the selling price is much higher than pure animal manure organic fertilizer.
The high-quality organic fertilizer cost twenty silver coins per ton. After Al's publicity and assurance, several wealthy farmers tried to buy a ton to use.
Within a month, farmers who had used high-grade organic fertilizers came in droves, placing orders for more than ten tons of high-grade organic fertilizers at a time.
Chi Sui not only made money, but also spread the reputation of Barren Land's organic fertilizer.
On this day, Charles's men came to pick up Lu Chi red wine.
Chi Sui waved his hand and didn't make things difficult. He directly sold the wine to him at the discounted price set by the king.
After everyone left, Ole frowned and said, "My Lady, many earls and merchants have asked you to increase the number of purchase quotas. Many people can't buy it, and the quantity is not enough."
Chi Sui fiddled with his abacus, his lips curled up. "It's not that I don't want to increase the volume, it's just that half of the wine we produce is sold by Charles at a high price. It's really hard for me."
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