Chapter 769 The Return of the Gods 53
She tried to open her sea of consciousness. Although it was called the sea of consciousness, in fact, most people's consciousness was not composed of the sea.
In Quan Jiu's sea of consciousness, a blooming red lotus lay quietly, floating in the air, its slender petals unfolding.
She tried to merge her sea of consciousness with Fengzui's.
The process of fusion is terrifying.
When it hurt the most, her bones were broken again and again. Quan Jiu once suspected that she would be struck in half by thunder, or torn into pieces by evil spirits. She could now completely empathize with all the pain Feng Zui had experienced because of the evil spirits.
After an extremely long adjustment period, the storm in his sea of consciousness subsided a lot, and a ray of light shone through the gaps in the black clouds.
The light became a kind of signal. The dense clouds gradually dispersed, revealing the sun behind the clouds, and the freezing cold sea water became warm unknowingly.
The warm sea water slowly swallowed Quan Jiu. She considered herself to be an extremely patient person, but after repeated attempts, she had to hold on to the wooden board at the head of the bed to steady her limp body.
When everything was over, she was sweating all over, her body went limp, and she fell into Feng Zui's arms.
The well-fed little orange cat took a curious look at the two people who were fast asleep. After hesitating for a moment, it jumped onto the bed, found a comfortable spot between the two people, coiled its tail, lay down, closed its eyes and took a nap.
………
Fengzui had a long dream.
He was on a precarious island, the sea level kept rising, and the place he could stay was getting smaller and smaller.
Just as the island was about to sink, a red lotus emitting a bright red light floated from the sea and stopped steadily in front of him.
The storm hit the leaves of the red lotus, bending its waist from time to time. Raindrops the size of hail particles fell heavily. The fragile and delicate petals could not withstand the invasion of wind and rain. Several petals fell into the water, lonely and looking quite pitiful.
Honglian seemed to feel no pain, and did not make any move to leave, staying quietly at his feet.
Fengzui and Honglian confronted each other for a long time, and finally chose to "get on board".
After leaving the isolated island, the storm behind him gradually subsided. Fengzui lay in the pistil of the red lotus and felt a little sleepy unconsciously.
………
His face was wet, as if something was licking it.
Feng Zui opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the orange cat's red tongue.
And this tongue was currently resting on the tip of his nose.
His face was pitch black. He raised his arm and pushed away the little orange cat that was stepping on his neck. The little orange cat was caught off guard and was pushed away. The whole cat flipped several times in the air and landed steadily on the ground.
Feng Zui looked around. It was the thatched hut where he lived before he "died".
Even this cat is exactly the same.
He sat at the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and his eyebrows were throbbing.
He is not dead.
Someone saved him.
As for who it is...
He looked around but didn't see anyone.
His body had just recovered and was not fully healed yet, so he simply didn't rush and lay quietly on the bed to recuperate.
From sunrise to sunset, the man and the cat stared at each other for a whole day, and finally footsteps were heard outside the house.
Quan Jiu walked into the room with a few packets of medicine in her hands, looking very natural. When she saw Feng Zui waking up, she even smiled at him.
"Are you awake? How do you feel? Are you feeling unwell?"
Feng Zui: “…”
Quan Jiu turned his back to him and placed the herbal bag in his hand on the wooden table:
"That day you suddenly passed out, and no matter how hard I tried to wake you up, I thought you were dead. Luckily, my friend arrived in time, brought you some soul-soothing grass, and personally calmed your evil spirit, which barely saved your life..."
She didn't wait for Feng Zui to speak and kept talking.
"This thatched hut is occupied. The owner is probably out hunting in the mountains. He'll probably be back in the next couple of days. Let's pack up and leave before he comes back."
She said a series of words in one breath, but there was no response from the person behind her. Quan Jiu had to turn around and meet Feng Zui's gaze.
The man's eyes were dark, as if he wanted to stare a hole through her.
Quan Jiu: "What's wrong with you?"
"You talk a lot today."
Feng Zui stared at her facial expression without moving his eyes, his tone calm and indifferent.
"Really?" Quan Jiu curled his lips flawlessly, "You usually don't talk much, so you think I talk too much."
It was just spiritual communication, and there was no actual close physical contact between the two of them. She didn't believe Feng Zui could detect it.
Feng Zui: “Really?”
The tone was still indifferent.
Quan Jiu: "This is your medicine, remember to take it on time."
She barely managed to save her life.
At the same time, evil energy entered his body and he was struck by lightning. If it were someone else, he would have died long ago.
Feng Zui still stared at her: "Bring it here."
Quan Jiu: “???”
Did you lose your legs?
Facing Fengzui's inquiring gaze, she closed her eyes and handed over the medicine that had been prepared in advance.
"Give."
Feng Zui stared at the dark, sticky liquid without reaching out his hand, and ordered:
"Feed me."
Quan Jiu: “?!?!”
Have you lost your hands?
She stared at Feng Zui in shock, but he looked calm.
Unable to guess what he was thinking, she tentatively scooped a spoonful of medicine and held it to his mouth.
Feng Zui looked at her expressionlessly, then actually opened his mouth and swallowed the medicine.
Quan Jiu: “…”
She felt like she hadn't woken up today.
"Why aren't you moving?"
The man's deep and hoarse voice floated from above her head.
Quan Jiu immediately scooped another spoonful: "If it is inconvenient for you to move, then I will hire a maid for you tomorrow."
She has to stay out of the spotlight recently.
Feng Zui neither agreed nor refused. He threw back the quilt, got out of bed, walked to the clothes rack, and opened his arms.
"Change my clothes."
Quan Jiu: “???”
The number of question marks above her head increased again.
I once suspected that the other party knew the truth of that day, but if Feng Zui really knew the truth, would the ending be as calm as it is now?!
Won't!
According to her thoughts, Feng Zui would either strangle her to death or strangle himself to death.
But if he doesn't know the truth of that day, why is he acting abnormally now?
Quan Jiu had been distracted until a scent of male hormones approached and entered her nostrils, and she woke up from her dream.
"Can you be distracted while changing my clothes?"
A warm air current hits me in the face.
The man leaned over to her at some point, his black eyes fixed on her. He was tall and she seemed to be in his arms.
Quan Jiu didn't want to admit it: "No..."
The man's slender jade-like fingertips suddenly hooked the belt around his waist:
"How could you tie your belt wrong if you weren't distracted?"
Quan Jiu looked down and saw that the belt was indeed tied wrongly and the clothes were wrinkled into a ball.
Quan Jiu: “…”
Otherwise he might as well kill me.
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