The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

Calm your mind and use your special abilities to absorb the effects of the medicine in your body.

He ripped open his clothes, revealing one arm.

He pulled out the golden needle, sealed his painful point, and then began to untie his messy gown.

But when she was halfway through taking off her inner garment, Linglong stopped moving.

His eyes were fixed on the familiar jade pendant on his chest.

The green half-moon shaped lotus jade pendant is so dazzling at this moment.

Because of his disordered emotions, Yi Neng had a trickle of blood flowing down the corner of his lips.

Linglong calmly raised her hand to wipe away the blood, then reached out to pull off the jade pendant.

He looked at the jade pendant in his hand with an indifferent gaze.

I feel so sad inside, no wonder, no wonder!

Grandpa, you’ve kept this secret from Linglong so much.

What reunion? What soul returning to its place? I don't want any of that. Grandpa, Linglong just wants you to live well.

At this moment, she wanted to laugh.

But she couldn't laugh. It was a habit, a character.

The internal breath became more and more disordered along with Linglong's mood.

The hand holding the jade pendant exerted force unconsciously.

The blood in the palm of his hand was also completely absorbed by the jade pendant at this time.

Because all her attention was on the jade pendant, Linglong didn't notice anything unusual behind her left ear.

At this moment, behind her left ear, there was a thumb-sized, pink birthmark with no discernible shape, which was gradually turning into a lifelike red lotus pattern.

After a ray of green light flashed across the jade pendant, Linglong fainted beside the bathtub. The jade pendant disappeared from her hanging hands.

----

A snow-white room is the ward.

A weak and kind voice rang in my ears: "Lingling, remember that reunion and returning to your soul is your true destiny. This is all Grandpa can do for you. Lingling, live well, and you must be happy."

drop--

The piercing sound of the instruments rang in my ears, and the image was forever frozen on the old man's drooping, withered hands.

"Grandpa, don't go..."

----

The slender hand holding the cloth wiped away the cold sweat from the woman's forehead.

Although he couldn't hear the woman's murmurs, the tear at the corner of her eye with her eyes closed still made Zi'an's heart sad for a moment.

Linglong is such a strong person. Even when her body was shaking with pain, she never shed a single tear.

But, Sister Linglong, who are you?

In Nanling, only the box-carrying doctor at Yunxiao Clinic knows how to perform silver needle acupuncture.

And now...

His eyes fell on the golden needle on Linglong's arm, and he saw the acupuncture points.

Now, he was even more certain that Linglong's identity was not simple.

After thinking about it, he tilted his head and looked at the moonlight outside through the gap in the window.

at the same time.

The full moon hangs over the river, the bright moon hides in the east, half of it drinks blood.

On the white jade platform, a man with clothes whiter than snow and waist-length silver hair looked up at the red moon in the sky and murmured to himself: "The three souls have returned to one, the little palace master, you are back..."

--Dream--

"My young master, you are finally back. Now I can go to see you with peace of mind. My young master, you must live well."

The voice of a middle-aged woman sounded respectful but reluctant, and then scenes flashed through her mind.

The woman took a little girl with her and traveled through mountains and rivers to avoid being hunted down again and again.

The woman hid in the mountains again and again to collect herbs and give acupuncture to the little girl.

The woman looked at the girl on the bed with eyes full of heartache, wiping her tears silently.

The woman's black hair gradually turned into silver strands.

The woman's pale face.

"No, grandma."

Linglong opened her eyes suddenly, murderous aura surging from her body.

At this moment, the true energy that was suppressed by the poison broke through the blocked meridians in her body.

"Sister Linglong, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing the familiar voice again, Linglong closed her eyes and said in a cold voice: "Nothing, how long have I slept?"

"Sister Linglong, you have been sleeping for two days."

Considering the current condition of this body, this amount of time is considered short.

"How long was I in a coma after grandma was buried?"

"Ten days."

Ten days! The day that old lady died was exactly the tenth day, so the toxins in this body erupted once every ten days.

No wonder the old lady was so anxious to go up the mountain to collect herbs. It turned out that the pressed herb powder was almost gone.

According to this clear memory, the old lady was good at martial arts, so why did she roll down the hillside?

From the previous life to what I see in my dreams now.

If you think about it carefully, your time travel was definitely not an act of God's will.

When Zi'an saw Linglong didn't say anything, he thought she was unconscious again.

Without thinking, he reached out his hand and touched Linglong's forehead.

But before he could touch Linglong, she grabbed his wrist and a breeze brushed his neck.

When Linglong's five fingers formed into claws and were about to approach the boy's neck.

Linglong came back to her senses when she met the boy's clear eyes that showed some fear.

When his hand was one centimeter away from his throat, he stopped.

He let go of the boy and pushed him away, "I'm sorry if I scared you. I'm not used to people getting too close to me."

Zi'an, who had just stood still, was overwhelmed with shock and fear when he heard Linglong's words.

He had never heard of a woman apologizing to a lowly slave.

He looked at the young man who was staring at him blankly without any movement.

Linglong was puzzled. Was the boy frightened silly?

"Zian?"

Hearing someone calling him, Zian subconsciously responded: "Yeah."

After he finished speaking, he came back to his senses belatedly.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the woman on the bed who was looking at him expressionlessly.

When he met those indifferent eyes, he lowered his head and said humbly: "I'm sorry, Sister Linglong, I overstepped my boundaries again."

exquisite……

His face remained expressionless, but he was thinking in his heart: You might as well change your name to Yueyue.

"I'm hungry, go get me something to eat."

Zi'an, who was still rubbing his wrist, wondering why Linglong's strength had increased, quickly responded after hearing this: "Okay, Sister Linglong, wait a moment, I'll go get you some porridge."

After he finished speaking, a gust of wind ran out of the room.

Seeing this, Linglong curled her lips and supported herself on the mattress with both hands.

A chill came over Linglong, and she paused slightly, as if something was wrong.

She lowered her eyes and saw the golden needle still inserted on her fair arm.

He twitched the corner of his lip, he was really carefree.

After pulling out the golden needle, the pain came again. I reluctantly put on my half-undressed clothes.

Only then did she sit up, lean against the head of the bed, and think carefully about what she had seen and heard in her dream.

In a moment, his hand stretched out and his mind moved slightly.

A round hollow green jade pendant appeared in his palm.

When you rub the lotus on the jade pendant with your fingertips, the two half moons will come together and become a circle, right?

Broken, reduced to ashes.

Mirror refers to space.

Reunion, isn’t this a circle in your hand?

Could it be that this body now is her own?

But no matter how she thought about it, it seemed impossible.

Her fingertips touched her cheek, and she was curious about what she looked like now.

Maybe it’s because it’s the end of the world, she doesn’t care about her own appearance.

But now, my curiosity has been aroused.

With a thought, the jade pendant in his hand disappeared, and the fingertips of his other hand moved behind his left ear.

Is the birthmark here still there?

"Sister Linglong, the porridge is here."

The boy's voice interrupted her thoughts.

When I looked up, the first thing that caught my eye was the dark circles under the boy's almond-shaped eyes.

Secondly, it is the boy’s hand holding the bowl.

Although he tried his best to cover it with his sleeves, she still saw the red and swollen back of his hand.