The Psychic Girl

He tightly grasped Yan Tianming's wrist, his thin fingers turning white from exerting too much force.

It turns out that once someone cares about something, even the most gentle and indifferent person will have such a strong side.

"Hello? Hello! Hello, Yan Tianming, where are you? Please don't bully me because I can't see, okay? Can someone help me take this thing off my head? The wedding ceremony is over, can I leave now? Didn't you say that this is for others to see? Hello! Are you in the service area? Has your signal been stolen? What the hell is going on?"

Xia Xi, who was unaware of the situation, kept shouting.

“This is the medicine my adoptive father gave me, the petrifying powder. To my adoptive father and me, she is just a puppet used to break the dream of marriage between the palace king and me. Even if she lies there all her life, as long as she doesn’t die, her mission will be accomplished.

But if she can be of any other use to you, your godfather will certainly be happy to let her live well.

He just doesn't want to see you torturing yourself like this all these years, can't you just think of it as having another toy in your room? "

The gray pill that Yan Tianming took out from his waist exuded a cool breath.

For him as an alchemist, this smell was all too familiar.

"If you still want to leave, I won't stop you. It's up to you to decide."

As he spoke, Yan Tianming moved away from him and made way for the exit.

"Can someone please pay attention to me? Do I have such a sense of insignificance?"

Are you kidding me? I am the protagonist!

Thinking of this, Xia Xi couldn't help but roll her eyes under her veil.

Looking at Xia Xi who was still sitting on the ground and tied up, Yan Zini's eyes flashed with tenderness.

He waved his sleeves, and a small black shadow sprang out from his body. Its slender tongue quickly rolled up and swallowed the medicine in Yan Tianming's hand in an instant.

Looking at the empty palm of his right hand, Yan Tianming lowered his head and chuckled, "She is yours."

For some reason, he felt a bitter taste in his mouth when he said this.

The black shadow slowly climbed onto Yan Zini's right shoulder.

It was a little creature that was completely black and shaped like a lizard.

The total length is only more than ten centimeters, and the body is covered with small and non-overlapping scales.

But it is different from other lizards. If you look closely, you will see that it has two hooked teeth on the upper and lower sides of its mouth. It can eat all kinds of poisons without being harmed.

"You can go now!"

The person who spoke was Yan Zini, and this was the first sentence he had spoken in this room tonight.

The voice was delicate and low, but it revealed a firmness.

After rolling on the ground for several times, Xia Xi finally got rid of the obstruction and saw the light again.

But his whole body was still swaying from side to side on the ground like a rubber chopstick.

Following the voice, she looked up and saw the familiar face at a glance.

"Ah! It's the kind-hearted pharmacist! Why is it you? Why are you here?"

Yan Zini was still sitting in the mahogany wheelchair, but he looked thinner and weaker than when I saw him before.

"It's so good to see you again!"

Xia Xi, who had been tired for several days, finally smiled at this moment.

This was the first time Yan Tianming saw her smile since he met her. The fiery red wedding dress on her exuded a dazzling beauty.

The moment he walked out of the bedroom and closed the door, Yan Tianming felt a sharp pain in his heart for some reason.

There is no reason, heartache.

The blood-red jade ring hanging on Yan Tianming's chest became a little hot because of the heartache.

He looked up at the moonlight above his head.

It's time to meet my godfather.

In the world where Xia Xi used to live, there was a suicide game called Russian Roulette.

Participants load one or more bullets into the cylinder of a revolver, spin the bullet tray, and close it. Participants take turns pointing the pistol to their heads and pulling the trigger.

Until someone got shot.

The roulette wheel started to spin, but even God didn't know who would hold the bullet.

Xia Xi's red wedding dress reflected her peach-like face, her eyes were longing, her lips were red and her teeth were white.

Her fair skin was as bright as moonlight, and even the phoenix crown on her head and the pearls adorning her body sparkled in the candlelight in the house.

A pair of snow-white hands were holding on to the wheels of the mahogany wheelchair, unable to move forward.

In the whole room, Xia Xi could only hear Yan Zini's nervous and rapid breathing.

Yan Zini sat there blankly, wearing an ice-blue, double-breasted, narrow-sleeved gown. His clothes were simple and elegant.

The words got stuck in his throat, causing veins to bulge on his slender, snow-white neck.

His forehead was slightly red because of his emotions. Under his long and slightly curled eyelashes, a pair of eyes as clear as morning dew were hesitant and flashing slightly.

Something in my heart was rising up little by little, like pain and sadness, but also like the joy of reunion after a long separation.

Xia Xi was imprinted in my mind after the first meeting, but this friendship was not as abrupt and shallow as love at first sight. Instead, it was a profound feeling that had been accumulated over time.

The memories are so real, but the moment I saw her smile, all of these seemed to disappear into that smile.

"Kind pharmacist? What's wrong with you?"

Xia Xi was confused as she watched the complex changes in the expression on his face.

"Me? Let me help you untie the rope first. Are you hurt anywhere?"

He concealed his inner excitement, hurried forward to help Xia Xi, who was still on the ground, up, and untied her hands and feet that had been tied all night.

"I'm saved by you again. You are really my lucky star!"

After the ropes on Xia Xi were untied, she felt relaxed and was about to stand up staggeringly.

"Ouch, ah, it hurts!" Because she had been tied up for a whole night and had been struggling constantly, Xia Xi felt the pain of her wrists and ankles being rubbed and bleeding after the ropes were untied. She staggered and almost fell again.

Yan Zini, who was standing by, supported her in time.

Looking at her wrists that were red and bleeding from being tied with ropes, I felt so heartbroken.

If it were a cultivator, he could easily repair this injury by mobilizing a little of his own spiritual power, but as an ordinary person, he is very fragile.

"Let me apply medicine to you first."

After he finished speaking, he took out a small medicine bottle from his body and sprinkled fluorescent green powder lightly on her wound.

In just one minute, the wounds on her hands and feet disappeared as if they had never existed.

Xia Xi couldn't help but wonder how many magical things he had hidden on him.

"I've been calling you the kind pharmacist, but I don't even know your name. I'm Xia Xi, what's you?"

"Yan Zini."

"Yan, Zi, Ni? How come you are also imprisoned here?"

Xia Xi stared into his pure amber eyes, making it impossible for him to avoid her gaze or her answer.

Just as he was thinking about how to answer, Xia Xi in front of him suddenly shouted.

"Don't move!!!"

Yan Zini looked at her in confusion, leaning forward slightly.

"What's wrong?"

She seemed to suddenly realize something, and there was fear in her eyes.

"Don't be impulsive! Just listen to me!"

Although he didn't know what happened, Yan Zini was very obedient and didn't move for fear of upsetting her.